A poem I made up was sent to a circle of friends. What does the copy say?

It's easy to see all the flowers in Los Angeles at first.

The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times.

On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.

Ask the world, what is love, teach life and death?

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.