Write your own ancient poems! !

Just two, okay? Moonlight chanting: the cold wind blows hard, Gui Xiang is fragrant, the blue yarn is curled up, and the clouds are long. Silent Shuang Yan leans on the eaves, tears soaked in cold wine sad. Juzan: Jade string is soft and Bai Yutang, Qingjian proudly raises goose yellow. He Wei is always cold and thick, with dew as flavor and moon as makeup. Please forgive me for my poor writing.