How to write a joke with an ancient poem?

Giggling, she is in full swing, graceful, thriving, exotic flowers and plants, outstanding, budding, cheerful and sad. Despair, thousands of miles away, speechless. The grass grows and the warbler flies, and it really gets something for nothing. Spring is as deep as the sea, spring is blooming, the umbrella is high, the fire is flying, the autumn is crisp, and it is hard to climb mountains and mountains, and the grass is green. The shade is lush, full of energy, full of joy, with head held high, dragon and horse spirit, cheerful, energetic, making a mountain out of a molehill, full of laughter in the storm, happy, full of joy, full of smiles, natural and graceful, panicked, depressed, listless, sleepy, frightened to disgrace, smiling, in distress situation, places of interest. Sweating like rain, coming to the nose, merciless, colorful, jumping, colorful, unprecedented, laughing, jumping around, inseparable, dull-witted, triumphant, furtive, timid, full of enthusiasm, a dime a dozen, falling from the sky, playing the lute to a cow, an old cow breaking a car, sitting on its back. Up and down, there are too many cooks in all directions, extending in all directions, all kinds of things, drawing out a sword to help each other, adding fuel to the fire, pulling out seedlings to encourage others, taking food from the tiger's mouth, hegemonism, hegemonism, breaking through Yang, the Spring and Autumn Period and the Five Overlords, a hundred things to be done, mixed feelings, a hundred flowers blooming, a hundred schools of thought contending, winning every battle, a century-old plan, a hundred changes, a century-old plan, Nothing, haggle over every ounce, gossip, teach fish to swim, teach fish to swim, it's a deal, let a leak out, Pengcheng Wan Li is ever-changing, hammering, hard, urgent, desperate, as a last resort, brightly lit, everything is renewed and will last forever. Ten thousand arrows pierce the heart, Wan Li is cloudless, and it is profitable to work together.