Whoever can change it into a complete rhyming poem must have a talent as a writer. This is the topic of the writer class
The moonlight is like a train, the autumn wind is rustling, the willows are caressing the bank, and the water is gurgling. Looking up, you can see the sky, the sky is round and lonely, the seven stars are like a bucket, the sky is prosperous, and you put makeup on the mirror. The beauty remains unchanged, but the heart is stained with frost. Smiling lightly, sighing at the world of mortals. The falling moon is ashamed of the flowers, and finally becomes confused.
