who is it? Do me a favor. Ask for a poem of my own creation. Requirements: it must be self-created, and it is best to rhyme. thank you

1, visit the West Lake, carry the tin pot, drop the tin pot into the West Lake, and cherish the tin pot; Listening to physics is like listening to physics in fog, ignoring physics in fog. 2. A lotus flower with a wisp of fragrance is heartbroken when drinking the bright moon alone. Relieved from the heart and joined the army, cold and cold. Talking in candlelight is bleak, and beauty is tired of makeup. Peach blossoms are gone with the wind, so what's the harm in falling in love with the countryside? 3. The scattered fireworks are difficult to express, and the snow in a foreign land is complicated. The world of mortals has passed away in blowing in the wind, and I would like to love beautiful women and dance lightly. In the middle of the night, I was interested in silk and bamboo, and Hongyan sent a brocade book from afar. 4, like water, hate, love is also rubbing. Until the day you met, you were all strangers. Hands are scattered, lovesickness is separated. Just sigh the mistake of the world of mortals and remember the birch forest. 5. MengMeng woke up in the first decade, and there was no trace of frost and dew. Make a few friends with a thousand glasses of wine, and you can do it alone at once. The cold branch swallows a solo in the tree and drinks the moon shadow alone. Reading Yi 'an Jushi's Ci is gone forever. Acacia dreams of meeting a gentleman, and sends a message to read Buddhist language in Xishan. I would like to be a thorn bird in this life and cry on the earth with blood. 6. No one feels sad when waiting. Nalan Rong Ruo's words are in tears. Here, the true meaning of the dreamer, love to the depths of empty hate. Ten years of dreams, encounters, and relationships from shallow to deep. The rustling leaves seek their roots, and the road is long, but it is Xiu Yuan. Running water falls with the wind, and new rain makes dust. I advise you not to miss your youth. I just hope this will last forever. 7. In the middle of the night, the character is like silk, and the empty valley is better than the orchid. Snow falls and foreign dreams float, so it is difficult for a bosom friend to have a glass of wine.