A Love Poem

I have a crush on a person named MR. Plot. To my MR. Plot. I hope to meet someone like you, Like the newly melted ice in Antarctica, but able to tell cold jokes, Like the light fog in Qingcheng, but with a warm smile, Like the dead sea's low water, but dangerous and harmless, Like the wind blowing from the ancient temple, but elegant and funny. Every day, we meet many people, Some are kind, some are hateful, some are gentle, some are violent, some are vain, some are humble, some are unruly, some are hardworking... Who did you meet today? Who do you have your eye on today? Who did you meet by chance today? Conception: