I urgently need a poem of less than 100 words, help, thank you

Love life. I don't think I'll be able to make it.

Since you have chosen the distance.

Just take care of the wind and rain.

I don't think about whether I can win love.

Since I love roses.

and be brave enough to confide in sincerity.

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.

Since the goal is horizon.

All that is left to the world is the back.

I don't think about whether the future will be flat or muddy.

Just love life.

Everything is expected.

What kind of theme do you need?

Close to you. You're in front of me, like a piece.

A peerless work of art. I didn't dare to touch it.

I didn't dare to watch it, I only deepened it slightly.

One breath, you can smell your intoxicating fragrance.

I love you and you should feel it.

When I saw you, I didn't know how to express my love for you.

It's not good to take a step forward, and it's not good to take a step back.

So, just stand there and admire your smile.

I know you don't accept me.

So we stopped talking about love between us.

The world is quiet, except for my heartbeat.

Time flows silently, like water.

We are like two fish, all the time quietly.

A safe distance was kept, and there was silence like a stone.

I love times like this, just like I like.

Walk beside you.

No words, just quiet.

Quietly all the way to a safe place.

Time with you.

It's always so memorable.

Nostalgia Author; In the afterglow.

Original: (Chinese).

When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp.

I'm on this side, and my mother is on the other side.

Growing up, nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end and the bride is on that end.

Later, nostalgia is a low grave.

I'm outside, my mother is inside.

And now nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this side, and the continent is on the other side.

Praise to the teacher Psalm 1:

The four spring breezes are prepared, and several autumn rains wash the gap.

Black hair accumulates frost and weaves the sun and moon, and chalk writes spring and autumn without words.

The silk spits out the spring and is not old, and the candle tears become gray and the autumn is thicker.

Three thousand peach and plum gardens are sown in spring, and fruits are full of fruit in autumn.

Poems in praise of the Motherland.

The autumn breeze of Xixi! Blow, blow!

I want to praise the flowers of my motherland.

I want to praise my motherland like a flower!

Please blow my words into a cluster of flowers, yellow on a gold background, white on a jade background, green on the bottom of spring brewing, and purple ,... at the bottom of the autumn mountainThen they were all blown away, and they were blown into the sky, and they spread all over the earth!

James Wright one.

At first, Yue'er threw a feather or two into the field.

Hessesen's wheat seedlings listened intently.

At this time, Wan Lai was silent.

There, the chicks of Yue'er are trying.

their wings.

In the woods, a slender woman lifts her cute.

The shadow stepped lightly into the air and rose lightly.

I stood alone beside an old tree, afraid to breathe.

I didn't dare to move.

I listened with bated breath.

Mai Miao leaned into its own darkness.

And I threw myself into my darkness.

Holding the arm of the Yangtze River.

Cambridge makes me a drop in water.

Become a daughter of water.

Coming from the horizon.

Hold your arm.

I galloped all the way to the Yangtze River.

Let my first cry melt into you.

Let my happy smile melt into you.

There is also the love that is lost and regained.

The most important. It's the tears that put me transparent.

Retreat to your Yangtze River.

The world is getting more and more dirty.

Pollution is also getting heavier.

It falls vertically.

Our souls.

Only into you.

Go into your depths.

We will be clean.

For the sake of the world's pupils.

How can we.

Refuse to suck the marrow and suck blood.

Holding the arm of the Yangtze River.

I'm going to be a drop of water.

Become a daughter of water.

Absolutely original!!

Tonight, the moonlight like acacia vines.

and quietly climbed up to my lonely little window.

The breath must have come from far away.

I can clearly smell the scent of blueleaf grass in your long hair.

Tonight the moonlight is like water.

The weeds on my chin are growing crazy for you, too.

Light countless red candles to bless you.

The bubbling candle tears flowed among the mountains and seas.

What grows up is age, and what grows up is love.

The promise will cast the alliance of mountains and seas into bronze statues.

Open the window. Let all the moonshine come in.

Weave a yellow handkerchief of happiness and hide it in your sleep.

Open the window. Let all the moonshine come in.

May the darkness come down on me doubly.

Turn off the power, shut down.

Turn off the user you're calling is now powered off.

Please dial again later.

Turn it off, you can't turn it off.

The water flowing in the canal can't be closed.

The train running on the Beijing-Shanghai line can't be closed.

The wind from the north cannot be stopped.

Free and lofty skies.

Turn it off, you can't turn it off.

A person's heartbeat pounds.

He couldn't shut down the blood rushing in his body.

Turn it off, he's not in your phone.

You can also go and live in a place that you all share.

You turn off the sound, you can't turn off the light.

You turn off the present, you can't turn off the past.

Autumn I was careful.

Afraid to talk to friends about you.

Let's just say, I miss spring.

There was cold dew last week.

There is a frost next week.

The weather is getting cooler.

Friends must get together.

Let's put aside the loneliness.

Loneliness is as deep as autumn.

Got a little bit of wine. The man was stupid.

He said, what's so good about spring.

I smashed the bottle on his head.

This man with a broken head and bleeding didn't cry, I cried.

I don't know what you're for, let's talk about a few of my favorites: Zheng Chouyu's "Sanskrit Sound", "Life" and "Buddha's Outer Edge" are not long. First of all, I have to say why do you use it, there are a lot of love poems, whether they are sweet or sad.

Thousands of miles of clear sky, magnificent mountains and rivers, red flags fluttering.

Look at the square circle of Kyushu, the whole world celebrates; The rivers sing, flowing everywhere.

Social stability, people's happiness, and a new chapter in reform and opening up.

New China, like the world's dragon, stands tall in the East.

Today's glory depends on the direction of the party, government and state policy.

Reminiscing about the eventful years, the lives are devastated; Li Min is difficult, and the night is boundless.

Bullets rained down, birth and death, in exchange for a new red sun.

When cherished, the rivers and mountains will always be red, and the earth will be long.

Phantom butterfly. The midday sun suddenly poured down.

You're a butterfly, a white butterfly.

Dancing lightly in my loneliness.

I was a child.

Under a banyan tree by the pond.

I'm cracking my mouth at you.

On the blackboard, the teacher wrote slowly.

Writing and writing I grew up.

The sun was dazzling on the field.

The upstairs boy yells your name.

I realized that you were not my butterfly alone.

Wrote you a poem.

Caught in a book, brought in and out, but left in the classroom.

I find out you're always sneaking into my graduation.

I was the first to rush out of the classroom.

You followed me closely, and I didn't look back.

Why don't I look back?

Now the monk is envious and listens to the rain.

Life and death are broad, and the Lethe River has passed!

Bloody Fenyang, scattered is not happy, short is not full of thoughts, why don't you say goodbye to the cliff?

On lovesickness?

Don't be, single to zero.

Those who lurk, dream of nightmares.

Endless movies, incomprehensible tenderness, and countless melancholy.

If you look back, don't miss it.

Or: I want a big bakery.

By cats. I wanted a big bakery, it didn't need to be too big, it was just cozy.

I want a big bakery, I don't need too bright lights, just have you.

When the taste of the breath is combined with the rich creamy aroma, it seems that there is a feeling of nothingness, and you and I are just the right distance.

When the jumping trendy and the faint fruit aroma collide, the feeling of calm and elegant, you and I are fascinated, and the flowers fall in the wind.

When the blurred tears and the dense water vapor quietly passed, the feeling of nothingness, you and I deduced the farewell, and the flowers bloomed and fell.

I want a big bakery means a lofty ideal, not too large a area means that it is easy to satisfy, simple happiness is good.

Later, I got the person I wanted, but I didn't get the happiness I wanted, just like acting, and finally the flowers bloomed and fell.

I just want to say that after a while, the flowers will bloom and fall as before. Forever.