Who can help me write a poem that begins with "small, pure, sheep, health, day, fast and happy"?

The light rain washed away the sadness in late June, and the pure heart was lost in the rain and could not be relied on.

The cloud on the sheep swept away the black depression and gave birth to one meter of sunshine. Calendars come here quietly from page to page, as happy as the transparent fruity seasoning on the cake.

Decorate your great happiness with happiness.

Abortion silently watching the long night, pure and bright, condensed with indigo naturalis. The years in Yangcheng have fallen, dancing and singing softly day and night. When I was almost there, I suddenly felt that God was coming, but when I was happy, I couldn't bear to grow old.