What is the most infatuated poem in the world?

Ask what love is in the world, dare to make people commit suicide? You are willing to be a lonely silkworm in this life just because you dream that you will have gorgeous wings when you come out and you will love me forever. In a white dream, you expect a sincere commitment-blank-beautiful texture. What is it, the wandering mood in the dark or the horizon? How can the hungry eyes of the clouds not see clearly the right or wrong of love, and how can they not understand the inner ripples? When first frost's footsteps have passed the romance of early spring, how should this fragile heart be appeased? If love becomes a burden, then the beautiful waiting will only be disastrous-autumn scenery-what can be more terrible than off-axis beauty? Your footprints along the way and your shy and touching notes are floating gently. This fragrant wind and clear moon are enough for the sleepless nightingale to gather her voice and listen for you. This joyful and proud step is enough to make the stars quiet and hidden, and to make colorful rainbows in a season carefully decorated for you. The crystal rain and dew in the morning are carefully decorated for you, making you extremely refined. If you are an elf wandering in the garden, please tie the bell that rings when the balloon comes, so that all pious eyes can be awakened by you in a deep dream-Snowman-I am still aloof in snowy days, and I am willing to be the flower that you care about day and night, the green leaves that float in the wind for you in my life, and the warm May wind and June wind for you. Delicate and Brilliant Bride Tonight, I feel dizzy and eager to melt into your arms, and let my cold lips melt into your fiery heart-oh hands-when spring comes, everything will revive. When a woman who loves spring is still dormant in loneliness, a day without love is a stagnant pool. If spring has nothing to do with her heart, then a woman who loves spring has to spend all her time. Take good care of a pair of soft boneless hands just for the sake of delicate hands. Small hands can turn emptiness into chapters, loneliness into charm, and walking into picturesque ink paintings. However, do you only need slender jade fingers to take care of them? Qin Xin, whenever the night elves are happy again, soft hearts and tender feelings are already waiting for you. Facing the notes that jump and dance on the strings, the beans burst and the fallen butterfly flew away. The mountain water in my heart floats leisurely between the lotus fingers, but the elegance of flying flowers and the profusion of falling flowers can't be restrained by the seven strings and five strings? Oh, the moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Who will turn you into a osmanthus tree under the moon? You can't escape homesickness every night-kiss me-my love. If you insist on kissing my love, I want to invite you to drink up my landscape-like appearance, floating clouds and waterfalls, and hongxia in full bloom. Please pick up the moon in the water and drink my intoxicated eyes. If it is not enough, please kiss the fragrant petals gently, softly and sweetly. As long as I don't let "madness" dispel my dreams and vulgarity desecrate my soul. Question: Do you feel it? Answer: Yes.