A composition on the topic of one of my favorite poems.

I can't play the piano or play. Some people call me stupid, but I'm stupid enough to make her drool. Because my interest is higher than hers, that's what I like. I prefer literature to poetry. Just like on a carefree night, open the window of lovesickness and listen to the graceful natural beauty and natural overture. It's like stars and flowers floating on my acacia head, dazzling and bright beyond my imagination, just like me and my dear you lingering under the bodhi tree, listening to the gentle calls of insects and birds. It seems that a bridge of magpies has been built on the horizon, like a cowherd meeting a weaver girl. The Tianhe River flowing naturally under the bridge is like swimming in front of my eyes, floating beautifully, and the beauty of clear water lifts my gods to the sky. I seem to have seen Chang 'e in the water dream in the hazy moonlight, dragging the elegant white gauze dress and floating in the water color. It's so beautiful, like stepping on the moon, and like holding a snow-white rabbit in your arms, floating in a dream. I don't know if there is. I only think of you. You are the object of my poetry, just like the memory of kissing Acacia at night. Only my Acacia is crying for you.

I am like exploring in the sky of poetry, just like looking for the fall of love in the stars. I am looking for your beautiful eyes in the dark, just like I am standing by the acacia river, looking for the beautiful figure of the moon. It's like I'm standing at night, staring blankly at the beautiful scenery. It's like my eyes are blurred by silence, all the waterfalls come together, and a part of my love is destroyed like that. I hardly know myself. It's like my body is surrounded by a wall of acacia. Is my protruding tree standing on the wall at night, or is my self-reliance holding my dream to the top of my head? No matter how high those walls are, dreams can't be ignored because of my swing. Dust and fog lie in ambush on my head, but my dream has penetrated my body. My swelling pain, sadness in the gully, lifting my limbs and wandering. Where is my beauty? My head was cut open, my soul was dismembered, and my soul and body were hung on the wall at night.

Everyone laughed at me in the wall of love, saying that I was stupid to the extreme, painful and glamorous, and I was amputated like that. What's the use of my calling and my screaming? I love you, just like the distant moon and the weaver girl waiting for the cowherd on the horizon. Everyone is looking forward to the collapse of the Leifeng Pagoda and the encounter between White Snake and Xu Xian, but Fahai, who is bent on his own way, is stubborn and takes a dogma as loyalty and defends his will. This is really an old thing that can't bend. That's disgusting. There are so many such people in reality, and how many beautiful marriages have broken down because of that unwritten dogma. Love is the innate privilege of human beings, and others have no right to tell them what to do. As long as there is love, love, don't be bound by some secular customs. I don't want people like Fahai to appear in this society, I don't want tragedies like butterfly lovers to happen again, and I don't want to imagine the tortuous love between Xu Xian and the White Snake. I like to go through fire and water for love, and I want to go. But who can understand me? Is it really difficult to fall in love? It's too difficult!

I can't describe my love. I dare not love if I want to, but I don't love her. Maybe, I know something about the dead Leslie Cheung and modern Han Hong. Why do people of the same sex choose to be lovers? Just because love gives them the deepest pain, they don't give the opposite sex a chance, because they are tired of that kind of hypocritical love, so they choose the same sex to meet their love needs. They all found their true love between the same sex, because this kind of love can't be given by the opposite sex. Now this country has entered the most modern period. Unlike before, I don't advocate or oppose homosexuality. Isn't this the biggest progress? Even the news that Han Hong and Guan Tong got married recently came out on the Internet, which was very embarrassing and shocking. Now the country is really generous and kind, and even homosexuals can get married normally, which really reaches the level of love civilization.

In fact, it is not easy to love someone, and no one can replace it. Yes, this is the most important thing. Just like your beauty, you exude the fragrance of orchids and will fascinate me. Especially that flirting, I will never forget it. Your beauty, gentleness and elegance make me miss you. But I can't be so selfish. I want to think about you. Even if I am torn to pieces by your love, I won't let you suffer. This world does not allow us to love each other like this, but I will always remember you in my heart. You are like the goddess Chang 'e and the fairy in my sky. You will always be beautiful in my heart and will never be erased.

So I love the last person, which is my most respectable, unforgettable and reluctant poem. I compare you to my favorite person. When I miss you, I will write a song for you. That feeling is like the rushing sea, surging in the waves of love. Who doesn't love such a person? I love poetry. Even heterosexuality or homosexuality can't compare with my love. I love my poetry. She is so delicate and beautiful. Just like a radiant jade girl coming out of the sea, barefoot and wearing a white gauze skirt, she is as high as me, and I am welcoming her into my heart with beautiful arms.