The dusty fate of the eyes is lost,
The two mandarin ducks are each cool.
There is always hatred in the sky of love,
The sound of the rain on the eaves is a song of the intestines.
It's a dream of Yangzhou,
It's hard to forget that the spring color is too late to break the love.
The moon in the western sky was in the old days,
The blue willow by the river promised to know each other.
The darkness of the moon filled the sky,
The broken hearted tears drowned the withered soul of the night.
Blazing grudge burns the sky and the earth,
Mad hatred lifts the sun and the moon sinks.
The moon is full in the blue water of the Mid-Autumn Festival,
and the lamp is on the river.
The moon in the stream is reflected in the trees by the pool,
and the love and charm of the whispers of the drunken jade face.
Now I'm learning to write words, the above a few middle school poems, not good please do not laugh, I hope to meet your requirements. If you still want to word, you can also find me to offer a show.