Poetry suitable for girls to bring their own manuscripts

My own manuscript Moonlight on the Lotus Pond: On the winding lotus pond, I am looking forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high above the water, like a slim skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind. Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the treetops, and the bushes in the high places cast uneven and mottled shadows, but they seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven, but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played on the Vatican clock. Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, high and low, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But even in the smoke, you can recognize the richness of willow trees. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There is also a lamp or two in the gap between the trees. What is listless is the sleepy eyes. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing. Farewell My Concubine is a faint and sad cry, a military salute, and the battlefield is full of sad cries. Under the quiet night sky, the dream echoed with blood loss, and the sky was full of fiery white horses. The roar of chasing horses sounded in the sky ... I am your woman, and Wang Ba is your woman. Just choose to die in your arms, my lips are getting colder and colder ... as cold as this sudden snowstorm in my eyes, all the languages are frozen in the trembling throat ... I am your woman, and Bawang is your woman, so I can quietly stare at you in your arms through layers of smoke, and I am unwilling, Bawang, I am unwilling! How I want to see you smile at a sword like a forest and an arrow like rain, and you become the hero overlord of this era. You scream in the sky because I am your woman. You draw your sword and look around, because I am your woman. I smile like a lock of long hair. I caught the wind, but it was as firm as a sword. Ma Benteng crushed the moon. You see, there is only this Wujiang River in front of you. It's over. It's over. My lips are getting cold. My body is getting cold. You are shedding your blood for this endless mountain overlord. ..... You're arrogant, you're awesome, you're conceited, you're cold, you're gentle, you're brave, but you'll always be a hero in my heart, my lips get cold, my body gets cold, I'll always be your woman, my overlord ... It's absolutely atmospheric, so you can get to know the background! ! !