I need short poems to write my weekly diary. Who gave me four?

Flowering angel, in the storm, you are like a rose with thorns. After the rain, there is still a refreshing fragrance. You don't show off. Don't be arrogant. Although you are not as noble and delicate as peony, you have your own nobility and tenacity. You are not afraid of wind and rain, defend yourself with your unique personality. Even if the wind and rain break the beauty, you will not give up the thorns that belong to your dreams. You never need to pay anything in return, give fragrance and beauty to others and leave loneliness and loneliness to yourself. You are the kindest angel in the world. You are simple, simple and heavy. When the whole universe is meditating, when the night permeates the whole corner, only I know that your fragrance and beauty are intoxicating. You are quiet, pure, persistent and don't go with the flow. When the whole world is chasing fame and fortune, you are like a star in the night sky, reflecting your inner clarity with a glimmer of light. You know what you want. You are calm and easy. Calm as water, but I know that your heart is boiling and surging. Every time I see you, my restless heart is especially calm. Because of you, my goal is more determined. You are ordinary but not great. You don't show off your soul, stay alone in the corner until your beauty blooms and withers. Do you see that your seeds have spread all over the earth? Do you smell it? Your fragrance has overflowed the world. What are you? What flowers can burn miracles when they wither? You are. What flowers bloom just to achieve the beauty of others? When I was no longer a teenager, how many years have I fallen in love with the fantasy of teenagers? I dreamed that I became such you-a flowering angel from heaven to earth. We look forward to waiting for the next rose bloom, waiting for the next angel encounter, and giving you an emergency article! I wrote this myself.