Write a poem for me, thanks, help write a poem

Upstairs I was afraid that others would not be able to understand it, and then I wrote back and said when did you become a literary youth? You'll have to post a post asking how to explain it. I think it's better to express this kind of feeling... A lowercase paragraph for reference:

Hua (assuming his name is Hua):

The last time I said goodbye, I was in a hurry, and when I talked about what you were going to leave (assuming he was leaving), my heart was a little sour, but maybe you didn't realize it, and you have never been good at expressing it, and even if you express it, you can really say how many words in your heart.

Like many women, I have always been accustomed to waiting, when I was a child, I waited for my father to bring back delicious food, when I had a holiday, when I had fun, when I grew up, what I wanted; I really grew up, but I am still waiting, waiting for my beloved to confess to me, waiting for him to call me **, waiting for that day to really fall from the sky like a fairy tale; When I don't know how to face it, waiting is my only magic weapon.

Now I'm still waiting for you to tell me, Hua, do you want me to wait for you? (There are some tears here).

I held on to our memories and refused to let go. In the mirror, you can still vaguely see your former figure.

The warmth of winter can't melt the uneasiness in my heart.

Am I too naïve, or are you too ruthless?

Youth is a string of wind chimes made of water, and I am in your shadow, swaying restlessly.

If you wish, let me wander in your warmth forever.

If you are just a passer-by in my life, then please let go of the wind chimes and leave gently, without taking a trace of clouds with you.

We are still too young, everything is calm and clear When a distant friend sent a letter for Kaifeng, I woke up, it turned out that I had missed too many things! The silhouette of life, finally turned into a movie, broadcast in my heart, once our flamboyant personality, now has been smoothed by time, the years are not ruthless It is we too clear, in love with the blurred eyes of youth, in love with the beauty and beauty of the flowers in dreams

Lifetime. Don't just want to wait.

Youth. Fly away.

Too much love. You need to understand.

Can't keep it. Zhu Yan Rhetoric Mirror Flower Tree Tree.

Let me wait for you to give me a letter, and explain it if I don't want to do it.

A woman as old as me can't afford to spend as much as you! Good poetry!

1) Spring river flowers on moonlit nights, soft pipa with red sleeves. The Buddha shadow sits in the meditation room, and the fallen leaves sweep the yellow sand.

2) Cold moon jackdaw wisteria, light smoke and drizzle yellow flower pavilion. The weak water is three thousand rouge old, and the ice heart is not dead and the jade pot is empty.

3) At the beginning of the rainy night, the leaves are sparse and the thin birds are busy. Don't ask about the rivers and lakes, Qiu Si always loves to break people's intestines.

4) Overcoming thorns and thorns, the wind and snow are crazy, and the sun is drunk at night. The horseshoe is chaotic in the tomb of the hero, and the lonely sail crosses the cold river against the water.

Topic: Life.

The East wants to know that the stars are scarce, and my father is barefoot.

The motif of the pipe in the mouth and the rake, and the tending of the land are the themes.

It's really tiring to get up early and be greedy for darkness, and it's hard to support your family.

From this, it can be seen that parents are bitter, and clothing should be cherished.

Zhilan is high and jade, and the friendship is exquisite.

The red maidan is fragrant, and the warbler swallow butterfly is busy.

Note: 1Zhilan and Ruhui are both vanilla names.

2.I guess I wanted to write a poem with the names of a few good friends, so I don't know if I guessed right about writing it with friendship.

If I guess right, I wish you eternal affection o( o