Being on duty at weekends is a rare job for me. I like loneliness, and I prefer to enjoy it. How can you live up to such a good time? After browsing some beautiful articles quietly, I began to practice painting. Maybe I was so absorbed in painting that the voltage was unstable and the air conditioner stopped working. I didn't even feel it. Later, my colleague handed over the shift and asked why the air conditioner was not turned on. I just woke up from a dream, and I really feel a little cold, a little cold in my feet. However, the two beautiful women's heads painted can also be regarded as bringing some spiritual comfort to themselves!
everyone loves beauty. Haha, since it's a beautiful girl's head, I'll bask in it and share it with you. When sharing, I was inspired and attached two limerick poems casually. Perhaps oil painting is easy to understand, closer to reality, and easy to resonate with others, so after sending it to a circle of friends, I didn't expect comments, likes and posts to come one after another, and a stone stirred up a thousand waves! And the students in the space also attached many songs when commenting, and in the classmates, everyone is full of ideas and enthusiasm!
? Although everyone didn't write according to the rules, I think it's also good for literature to be so eclectic, let a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend. A friend said, "You are just playing oil, not the rules." In fact, there is still a lot of attention in it. " "I don't want to pay attention to so much. I pay attention to relaxing, as long as everyone is happy. This is the meaning of my oil. I feel that everyone rhymes and writes well! Haha. " "That also can't make a joke", "don't know the rules, already make a joke. Don't be afraid to laugh, it's no harm to make others smile. As long as it can bring happiness to friends. " My free and easy attitude and indifferent attitude also remind me, why not sort out the enthusiastic participation of my friends this time? Oil the record at will and keep it as a good memory.
(1)
I have a pot of wine, which is
enough to comfort the wind and dust,
I am intoxicated with my husband,
I love you forever!
(2)
I have a pen, which
is enough to comfort the dust.
leisure is my pleasure,
dip your head in calligraphy.
(3)
I have a pen, which
is enough to comfort the dust.
I'm crazy about my leisure time,
I'm writing in calligraphy!
(4)
I have one,
enough to comfort the dust.
I write about my heart,
a happy person for the rest of my life.
? I threw a brick to attract jade, inadvertently hit the oil, inspired the enthusiasm of friends to participate!
I have a pot of wine,
enough to comfort the dust,
I get drunk every day,
it's hard to tell the morning from the faint?
(Master Yang's mobile phone)
I have a pot of wine,
enough to comfort the wind and dust,
I can't stop drinking it every day,
I don't care about spring and autumn!
-alcoholic version (Dawn)
from a pot of wine among the flowers,
rare to comfort the wind and dust.
when you are drunk, you will get rich.
Where can you find a bosom friend?
(The past is like the wind)
The world laughs at me for being crazy,
I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.
time flies, and
everyone spends their youth.
(the past is like the wind)
I have a pen,
the thick and thin lines change,
life is full of flavors,
twists and turns eventually turn into a circle.
(Power)
The warm winter sun, which usually doesn't show mountains and leaks, is a bit like a runaway wild horse at this time. Haha, I wrote several songs in a row.
I have a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort the dust. Poetry and books come with you, and the years are long!
I have a pen, which is enough to comfort the dust. When you are free, your friends praise you!
I have a word that is enough to comfort the wind and dust. Unfortunately, when I was a teenager, I never told a beautiful woman!
I have a heart enough to comfort the wind and dust. Tenderness is like seeing someone at first sight, waiting for someone like that!
I have a relationship that is enough to comfort the wind and dust. Buried in my heart, I will never show you again!
(warm sun in winter)
I have a pen,
which is enough to comfort the wind and dust.
the book is scholarly and the sea is bright,
things are still tough.
(drinking all the snow)
I have a love affair,
which has already disturbed my heart.
flowers come early in spring,
snow falls in winter.
(parallel lines)