Adaptation of Pujia into modern poetry should be the same

If the sentence structure is to be the same, it has to be like this.

Purple leaves. The reeds are green, and the dew is frosty.

Nostalgia for the beauty, on the other side of the river.

Seeking it against the current, the road is far and difficult.

Searching for it downstream, she is among the rivers.

The reeds are luxuriant, and the dew has not dried.

Remembering the beauty, on the bank of the river.

Searching for it against the current, the road is blocked and steep.

Searching for it downstream, she is on the island.

The reeds are distinct, and the dew is not exhausted.

Remembering the beauty, by the river.

Looking for it against the current, the road is obstructive and circuitous.

Downstream, she's on the beach.

It's tasteless when you turn it over, it's really a bit of gold and stone.

The reeds are green, and the dew turns into frost.

I miss my sweetheart, on the other side of the river.

Chasing her against the current, the road is dangerous and long.

Chasing her downstream, she was on a sandbank.

The reeds were large, and the dew had not yet dried.

Remembering my sweetheart, standing on the other side of the river.

Chase her against the current, and the road is difficult to climb.

Pursue her downstream, and stand on high ground.

The reeds were patched, and the dew had not yet dried.

I miss my sweetheart and stand on the other side of the river.

Chasing her against the current, the road is dangerous and crooked.

Chasing her downstream, she is on the water island.

The reeds on the riverside are blue and blue, and the white dew condenses into frost in late autumn.

The one who thinks about me day and night is on the other side of the river.

Swimming against the current, the road is dangerous and long.

Go down the river to find it, as if it is in the water.

The reeds on the riverside are luxuriant, and the morning dew has not yet dried.

My haunted man is on the other side of the river.

Swimming against the current, the road is bumpy and difficult to climb.

Swim down the river and look for it, as if you are in the middle of a sandbar.

The reeds on the riverside are more luxuriant, and the white dew still lingers in the morning.

My hard-seeking man is on the other side of the river.

Swimming upstream, the road is dangerous and circuitous.

Descend the river to find it, as if you are on a sandbar in the water.

Large fields of reeds are green.

Early morning dew turns to frost.

My sweetheart.

Standing on the opposite bank of the river.

Go up against the current to find it.

The road is difficult and long.

Go down the river to find it.

She seemed to be standing on a sandbar in the water.

The reeds are bleak and clear.

The morning dew has not yet dried.

My sweetheart.

Just on the other side of the river.

Go up against the current to find it.

The road is rough and difficult to climb.

Go down the river to find it.

She seemed to be standing on high ground in the water.

The reeds are vast and connected.

The morning dew has not yet dried.

My sweetheart.

Just on the other side of the river.

Go up against the current to find it.

The road is rough and roundabout.

Go down the river to find it.

She seemed to be standing on land in the water.

Not too neat, huh.

The reeds by the river are green, and the white dew in autumn condenses into frost.

Where to find the person you like, it is on the side of the river.

Facing the flowing water to find her, the road is bumpy and dangerous.

Follow the flowing water to find her, as if she is in the water**.

The reeds by the river are damp, and the dripping leaves of the white dew are not dry.

Where to find the person you want, it is at the end of the riverbank.

Go against the flowing water to find her, the road is dangerous and difficult to climb.

Follow the flowing water to find her, as if you were in the water.

The reeds by the river are dense and thick, and the dew is not fully harvested in the early morning.

Where to find the person you like, it is on the other side of the river.

Go against the flowing water to find her, the road is crooked and difficult to find.

Follow the flowing water to find her, as if in the human water continent.

The reeds on the riverside were pale and blue, and the white dew condensed into frost.

O man I think about day and night, she is on the other side of the river.

I went up against the current to pursue her, but the road was treacherous and long.

Going down the river to find and seek, she seems to be in the water.

The reeds on the riverside are luxuriant, and the morning dew has not yet dried.

My haunting man, she's on the other side of the river.

Going up against the current to pursue her, the road was bumpy and difficult to climb.

Searching down the river, she seemed to be in the water in a small piece of land, and the reeds on the riverside were more luxuriant, and the white dew still lingered in the morning.

The one I have been pursuing so hard, she is by the river.

Going up against the current to pursue her, the road is dangerous and crooked.

Swim down the river to find it, as if you are on a beach in the water.

Who doesn't know about the job that is only onboarded? You've worked hard for a year old baby tree nursery! You're mine, who knows, hahaha.

You're very nobody, yes! The pinyin of the words you signed was not on time, and the indirect cost was a specialized hospital, right? Where's your homework!

You're amazing, aren't you? You are my whose number ** segment, oh oh oh oh well! You have worked hard to understand the students who have learned twice, and then talk about the third middle school backdoor diagnostic dashboard brocade weather balloon, oh oh oh

The reeds on the riverside are blue and pale, and the white dew in late autumn condenses into frost trouser skin. The man I think about day and night is on the other side of the river. Swimming against the current to pursue her blindness, the road is treacherous and long.

Go down the river to find it, as if it is in the water. The reeds on the riverside are luxuriant, and the morning dew has not yet dried. My haunting man is on the other side of the river.

Going up against the current to pursue her, the road is bumpy and difficult to climb. Swim down the river and look for it, as if you are in the middle of a sandbar. The reeds on the riverside are more luxuriant, and the white dew still lingers in the morning.

The man I have been pursuing is on the other side of the river. Going up against the current to pursue her, the road is dangerous and circuitous. Descend the river to find it, as if you are on a sandbar in the water.

The autumn envy is cool and cool, accompanied by fallen leaves, the so-called cold winter, almost pale yellow. If you want to move forward, you don't follow the time, you want to go back, and enjoy the autumn breeze.

The autumn wind is sorrowful, the fallen leaves are clothes, and the so-called cold winter is ahead. If you want to rush forward, the years are bleak, if you want to go back, the autumn wind is also bleak.

The autumn wind is bitter, Luo Min calls Ye Wei to dance, and the so-called Han brother takes Yu Dong, which has reached its beginning. If you want to rush forward, the snow is flying, and if you want to retreat, the retreat has been walled.

Think about what it means, change it again, I'm short on time, I'm sorry.

The sound behind the rain curtain.

A thunderstorm came in the evening, a piece of daytime luggage.

Locked out of the door, like time, it is easy to be forgotten.

Lightning, on the other hand, is like a signal that is easily shattered by reality.

Glide swiftly across a black velvet stage.

At this moment, the rain is like a thick curtain.

It is so thick that it is invisible, and obscures the light of all things.

I sat in front of the window, wrapped tightly in the silence of the storm.

It was the only light in a long night.

I heard something in the rain.

It seems that a small group of soldiers is running in the wheat field.

A summer woman stands at the head of her house and sifting sand.

A giant snake crawls in a patch of grass.

Sometimes it becomes very light and becomes almost nonexistent.

Like a dead object, bow your head and whisper.

Or, a head lost for many years in the night back.

The stable of dreams, quietly turning over the wooden box in the attic.

Like a man who eats the sacrament at night.

Two skinny grave openers dropped half of their shovels.

Or a small moonlit coal yard.

A group of ragged men smuggled coal at night.

A large flock of birds is gathering, and they are standing in the rain.

Obey the orders of a vulture at the front of the queue.

A large group of maniacs is besieged in an idle military airfield.

A sleeping tiger pretends to be a tree in the forest.

I didn't dare to go into the rain curtain, they were layer by layer.

Tightened, dense as a wall that can't pass through the wind.

I can't walk into the rain screen ** like I can't carry one.

At dusk, on the walls of the ruins, a series of cat-like voices silently reciting poetry always rings in the darkness outside the window.

Like a thousand violins parked far from here.

They emit a monotonous melody when no one is playing.

A short somber monologue and a chorus of a group of blind men are occasionally interspersed.

The reeds on the riverside were pale and blue, and the white dew condensed into frost.

O man I think about day and night, she is on the other side of the river.

I went up against the current to pursue her, but the road was treacherous and long.

Going down the river to find and seek, she seems to be in the water.

The reeds on the riverside are luxuriant, and the morning dew has not yet dried.

My haunting man, she's on the other side of the river.

Going up against the current to pursue her, the road was bumpy and difficult to climb.

Searching down the river, she seemed to be a small piece of land in the water.

The reeds on the banks of the Pujia River are blue and pale, and the white dew condenses into frost in late autumn.

The man I think about day and night is on the other side of the river.

I went up against the current to pursue the girl, but the road was treacherous and long.

Go down the river to find it, as if it is in the water.

The reeds on the riverside are luxuriant, and the morning dew has not yet dried.

My haunting man is on the other side of the river.

Going up against the current to pursue her, the road is bumpy and difficult to climb.

Swim down the river and look for it, as if you are in the middle of a sandbar.

The reeds on the riverside are more luxuriant, and the white dew still lingers in the morning.

The man I have been pursuing is on the other side of the river.

Going up against the current to pursue her, the road is dangerous and circuitous.

Descend the river to find it, as if you are on a sandbar in the water.

On the reeds of late autumn the dew condensed into hoarfrost, and on the other side of the river, there was the woman of my beloved dao. I.

Nei searched for Rong Miao, but he couldn't find any trace of her. I obviously saw her on the other side of the river, but when I looked carefully, I felt that she was on the ** side of the water, on the sandbar in the water. The reeds are rippling, the river is flowing, maybe I really see where she is, but how to find her?

I miss my life, but I can only say: "What can I do? How?

How? ”

This one is really hard. Ordinary ones don't meet this standard.

...Yes, yes, but it will take a little time.