I wrote a poem named Jing, please help me to revise it. Little brother knelt here and thanked me! ! ! ! ! !

Well, it's too deep. Someone lives in it.

A woman at a disadvantage.

A misguided slave.

Mammy in the deep garden

Three-foot unlucky scholar

Naive lady

Members left out at home.

They can't hear the songs of the sea cats on the thick and mottled walls.

In the noise

I heard a sigh.

Said the well was too deep for me to get out. .....

It's too deep to get out. .....