I need a poem about summer dusk, not too many words. Really?

After the summer dusk, a heavy sense of loneliness rose from the bottom of my heart, and suddenly a dragon appeared in a ferocious face and washed away from the quiet bottom of the lake. Finally, I woke up in a thousand years, lazy and obsessed with sleeping. Suddenly, lonely and desolate, empty and unfathomable. The cold air in the air is like smoke, and the shock wave is endless in the invisible place, just like mist. Disaster or auspicious arrival or other unknown gods changed their names and lived quietly, interacting with each other and being mysterious. Dim desire, filled with thousands of pavilions, competing for beautiful peaks, towering through clouds and fog, thousands of acres, bright and unrestrained, quiet heart, where is the loneliness of the soul, where is the problem, the quiet lotus in the dust cloud, the cause of a breath, the edge of a breath, the edge of a scattered, just like the Buddha said, one gains, one loses, one spends and one bodhi. The lotus metaphor is widely spread. Very clean, no dye, no fragrance, moisturizing, and beautiful overlap. The bowl of Yan Shuyu in Huanxisha drips ice dew, and the powder melts the fragrant snow and penetrates the yarn. Beauty powder sweat, through the thin gauze clothing, revealing a fragrant and white body; There are more faces with heavy makeup in the evening than lotus flowers. After going to the toilet, the slightly drooping hair complements the moon-like eyebrows; A touch of reddish wine dizzy, as bright as the morning glow, fell on her cheeks. A dream of spring, the sun sets.