Please help me make a Tibetan poem.

& lt forget your troubles and think of Iraqis >

Xu moved to Zhu Qing.

Morning mist comes out hand in hand.

Xia Xi Huan mian pu Xuan mu

Brush the book at the end of the peak

I dreamed of Jun Jun at noon.

The solar terms are gloomy and I look forward to Hangzhou and Suzhou.

Step on a swift horse and spread your thoughts.

Yu le yi ren ci shan ju

Guaranteed originality, please accept it.