A poem about anger

1, composing music I want to be angry and spit out thin tourists. Thank God, be patient and stay away from your loved ones.

2. Up to now, it is full of vitality, and drinking is really worthy of the sky.

3. The rain is too cold and angry. White clouds are uncertain, blowing away crops and scales.

4. Mr. Ying Chuan is very angry and speaks openly. A thousand words have a aftertaste, and one room sweeps the floor without fiber.

5. I also realize that all the ancient times are dead, and I feel sorry for God. Powerful people are angry, so they don't envy Cao Chu.