[High score] Expand poetry into prose, urgent!!!

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The bright moon in the sky finally shows its face. The bright moon can shine on me a few times in its life.

Wine glass, wine glass, filled with my longings, I ask the dark sky, what year and month it is at this moment in that distant fairyland. The cool breeze blows my thin figure, and my lonely back seems to follow that The wind floated back to the paradise of my dreams. But the coldness and loneliness in paradise made me timid.

In the moonlight and breeze, my shadow began to dance, and it seemed as if paradise was right in front of my eyes.

The shadows follow the moonlight and turn around the carved beams of the painted building, passing through the obstruction of the attic. Who is sleeping here, who is whispering here. Maybe I shouldn’t resent this for reminding me of the sorrow of separation. Color. What's wrong with the moonlight? I'm the only one who's wrong. There will never be anything in the world where there will always be reunion and separation. Human sadness, joy and separation have been a pain since ancient times, just like the moon also has its waxing and waning pain. Perfection has never been Belongs to the human world.

People from far away, I hope you will live a beautiful life forever. Maybe we can meet under the moonlight at that rare time.

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