Seven-verse Acrostic Poem

==Playing with Words and Ink==\-------------\Seven bowls of clear breeze stand with spirit\Apricot trees in the altar meet spring, renewed daily\All affairs suitable to feelings are delightful\The year is harmonious and matters are simple in the proper spring\------------\Seven stars rise high, shining brilliantly\On the altar, the immortal sage, how virtuous he is\All affairs forgotten, reality remains\The year's brilliance fully belongs to literature\------------\Passed down through seven generations, a bundle of books\In the altar, the year prays for the people's blessing\All nations in the Ming dynasty celebrate the New Year\In the cold year, the green laurels look as they did at first\------------\Seven-word marvelous phrases blaze with light\At the altar, parting in the snow, vast and endless\Through eternity, Heaven and Earth are fundamentally at peace\The year's achievements and fame are just right to behold\------------\Seven poignant words speak of benevolence and righteousness\On the altar, the moon is bright, the palace doors closed\Mount Wanshou shines with jade-like splendor\Year after year, in the autumn colors\------------\Seven talents by Mount Min\The altar's wild greenery holds extra moisture\Searching mountains and valleys, a lone green pine\With years abundant, the people are healthy and disputes vanish\------------\Seventy years ago, a fortunate family\From the heart of the altar, incense has not been offered yet fragrance spreads first\All nations civilized, observing rituals and music of Zhou\Year after year, the brilliance of things contends\------------\In seven years, thrice comes the top scholar\At the altar, laughter and effort can match the southern mountains\Wealth selects the best, orioles and flowers in a sea of beauty\Yearly achievements bring auspicious news needing the triple talisman\------------\Seventy years ago, a wealthy and noble family\The altar's surface sparkles with sunlight's charm\All transformations bow in the morning, Heaven and Earth rejoice\At year's end, where to behold the plum blossoms\------------\In seven periods, virtues are as they should be\The altar master's skill cannot fully capture them\How can wealth attain the elixir of immortals\Time flies like a river, unable to be blocked\--Long live the seven altars\----------