Breeze eight-character poem

I send the breeze with my feelings, and the beauty never meets, and there is nothing to say in my heart forever. There are two lovesickness here, and Qingshan is still far away. Leisure worries are rewarded, and love and hate are hard to think of for life. Only when the bright moon tells the truth, do you know how I feel several times, and it is more meaningful to know. Wang Xietang's double swallow is in front of me, and I can't figure out where my mind is, but I can't sleep, I can't sleep at night, and the morning dew hangs grass.