Please let me help you write a poem.

I like looking into your eyes. There are stories that we all know, and every fragment deserves your deep memory, including the simple Hehe. \ r \ nI I hope that no matter how far I go, I can find you standing in the same place. The world is like a cruel playground. What I am most afraid of is just playing, and I don't even have the minimum happiness. I am most afraid that the horses will pass angrily and leave a piece of debris in the air. \ r \ Time washes away young distractions, throws away the first beautiful images and your dreams. Have you fluttered your wings to fly seriously? Time is messy, and young poems express the deepest fascination. Have you found a safe shore for your love? \ r \ nI I don't know when I began to be obsessed with writing poems, expressing my feelings in articles, and finding strength in my works to accompany the days without your financial management. I began to try to write poetry just to keep the lost beauty. After the waves kissed the rocks, they disappeared mercilessly. I was thinking about you all night. My poem has no logic, no lasting appeal of Tang and Song Dynasties, and I still insist on it. Days run like naughty children, burning forgotten hearts. I began to try to write poetry. Students coming and going on the playground are like crooked Chinese characters in the dictionary. You are still fighting on campus. I lie prone on the seat by the window, pretending as if nothing had happened, watching you carefully like a cat. All along, you are the poem I want to write, beautiful and melancholy, and never give up. Now, I feel a little confused and wet, worried about the final exam in the past and the little things about you. I sealed those days in a book, and the past days were always as sweet as honey. Hold you in the palm of your hand, close your hands and close your eyes. Not thrilling, just courting. \ r \ nI There are not many days left. I hope I can enter a good university, and I hope that when I come back, you will never leave like me. I don't have many friends. I cherish everyone. Whoever left is a great loss in my life. I cherish you more ... \ r \ nNo matter what happens in the future, as long as you remember, no matter what happens, I will always treat you as the only one until you abandon me, and I am really selfish. I just want to be a beautiful part of each other's lives. I hope I can be your closest and friendly friend at any time. It is better to be swayed by considerations of gain and loss, not to dream about the future, but to live in the present. I can help you, make me feel that I am the best gift for you in the process of appearing in your life, and it is also a beneficial embodiment of my existence in your life. \ r \ nI know that we will all leave one day, but please let me hold your hand and stay with you. \ r \ There must be bumps, so don't keep pushing. When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one. The past can't stay, and relying on the memories of life can only hinder the present life, and the future is unknown. Just now, since each other appears in each other's lives, then cherish each other!