Help me write a poem that is less than 1 minute long

Will think. The gray birds in the sky are crying at dusk, the purple trees of the red lake reflect the city scene, the purple orchids are fragrant all over the study, no one is seen, and the stone wall is alone and looks at the shadow.

The picture of the lady hanging on the deep boudoir wall, the wooden comb caresses the green silk, the grass and the spring breeze sticks to the love, and the side looks at the stone wall opposite.

got up and came to the window, shy and afraid to look, glanced at it, blushed shyly, and hid in the red curtains.

Looking straight at the window lattice and looking forward to the face, the curtain was called, the heart was happy, the smile was open, and the dance was singing.

The breeze is blowing and the water is beautiful, and the still bell is ringing to break the sky.

Dovetail rhythm and flowing water, lute sound around the mountains.

Green silk horse, jade car vermilion.

Pretty face, red dress and red shirt.

Twisting the wisteria green road, the verdant mustard is dark and noisy.

Who doesn't want to, Qingping Le, and return at night.

Don't you want to be drunk in the red dust, and there is no trace of time.

Isn't it ruthless to fall red, and the tears splash the spring mud and the fragrance is exhausted.

The warbler is dancing with each other, when will I see the peach blossom face again.

Hu Ma hissed and tearful eyes, and the Qiang flute Xiao Guan sounded mourning.

The sand flew away, the wind blew the red curtain, and the eyes were drunk.

Drunk fragrant, sake brings memories, why not get drunk.

Will be outside, not without thinking, the woman goes upstairs, and the pavilion river continues to flow.

Zhan Cheng Guo, not without reading, Shuai climbed the tower, and the beacon fire and wolf smoke went straight up.

The yellow sand is all over the day, and I don't know when I will return.

The green water is ringing, and I don't know where to put the boat.

I don't want to go back.

I'm afraid. I'm afraid to see the bright sun.

Your sincere eyes.

I would be reluctant to go.

Fragrant flowers.

Always unwilling to bloom for me.

The warm spring is no longer with me.

It's like birds don't belong in the ocean.

Fish don't belong to the sky.

You don't belong in this friendship either.

For your bitter retention.

I don't want to look back.

The light of the watery eyes.

Contains all words.

I didn't dare look back.

I'll only leave you with a gloomy back.

Silently. I exist silently like a gust of wind.

Like many vague people in my memory.

Until they disappear and I'm nostalgic.

Until they're gone and I'm missing.

I don't understand why the world is the way it is.

These people arranged around me.

When you want to get acquainted with a smile on your face.

Like the wind, it passed through my thoughts.

In this moment.

How many people are lost.

How many people have no choice but to walk by.

How many people regret the past.

How many people silently recalled.

So what is it that time brings us to miss when we are lonely.

It's still nostalgia when you're lonely.

My habit of writing poetry: I write when I put pen to paper, and I don't understand it.

One minute. A cloud drifted silently.

Minute after minute.

I didn't think about it today.

Answers to several pretend questions in the assignment.

I'm in a minute.

Another minute to think about the celestial hand.

It seems that there will be a lot of noisy time.

Forever coming. One minute.

Some life was born.

Some lives died.

One minute. Cherish every minute of life.

Don't let every minute of life.

Lost in vain. Take every minute of life.

All become caring and beautiful.

Treasure. When the grass comes out of the ground, have you ever thought about cherishing the green of Chi Chong.

When the wild birds are singing in the branches, have you ever thought about cherishing this beautiful melody?

Live in waste all day long.

How can you experience the code spine annihilation.

Cherished joy?

Spring Bird is a good companion of the Golden Voice.

Early in the morning every day.

Wake me up from my dreams.

Mom said that the spring bird was calling me.

She asked me to go with her into the great forest.

Listen to nature's moving chorus.

2.Bamboo shoots quietly.

Arch out of the earth. I want to inquire.

The secret of the green trees in the spring.

Blossoming news.

3.Pomegranate. Pomegranate blossoms.

It was Aunt Xia who tied it.

Bright ribbon.

The pomegranate fruit is ripe.

It's Qiu's mother shaking.

Harvest of red bells.

"Dream Reality" We have two worlds One is a dream The other is reality The wings of dreams are always light There is endless happiness and satisfaction We can control the light wings Let the sky swim and let ourselves sing The footsteps of reality are always cruel There are endless pain and troubles We can only slow down the heavy pace Let the earth trample and let ourselves whisper People wander between dreams and reality I don't know whether dreams create reality Or reality destroys dreams That winter I took a step Although I don't know where the stiffness is But I still took the first step I want nothing else I just want to find a little warmth to melt my cold heart This winter I look for footprints Although there are a string of deep footprints behind me But I don't know where it is mine No purpose I just want to know where I am going Forward To continue my footsteps Tomorrow should be brilliant I am sure I am fighting the wind and rain yesterday and today I am fighting the wind and rain After the storm should be a rainbow Tomorrow should be brilliant I firmly believe that I am in a hurry yesterday and today I am in a hurry Rushing at sunrise is the most beautiful Tomorrow should be my appearance I promise I will be prepared yesterday and today Prepare for every moment of my life.

The snow in winter is white and flawless, just like a child's heart.

Winter snow, which comes in many shapes, is magical and beautiful.

Winter snow, with a taste, falls into the mouth, a hint of coolness, a hint of sweetness.

Winter snow, there is a sound, put on your own big leather boots, big leather shoes, Gada", "Gada", one foot and one sound.

I love snow in winter.

--Time is like a gust of wind.

Blowing off leaves urges people to meet.

Time is like a sharp arrow.

Pierce the dark night sky.

Let the morning light be red in the sky.

Time is like a sweet wine.

Makes people drunk and hazy.

Relaxation that makes people forget their posture.

Time is like a glass of water, it can dilute the memories of the years;

Time is like a bamboo sieve of years, what is left lies in your grasp;

Time is like a mirror, it can reflect all kinds of things in the world;

Time is like a watery sponge, no matter how much you squeeze it, you will always have it;

Time is like the long river of history, no matter how far you run, there will always be traces;

Time is like a whip that pushes us to catch up with our goals in life.