Praise my own poem

According to the pavilion, the sleeves, the first blush, the heavy eyebrows, and the tenderness of sudden bow surrounded the heart. Pale Liu Xia, a teenager with a weak crown by the river, is in the season of acacia. Just because he writes gentle poems, he is ashamed of his own beauty and provokes a rouge smile at Yi's mouth. The smile is charming and gentle. Magpies and birds don't get drunk because of tenderness. They looked at each other across the river for a long time, paying tribute and looking back through the rainy season. Spoony boy, soul stroking gauze clothes stained with YiLu, paused and said, "The girl is fine"?