Open and aboveboard mosquito modern poetry

The rubbish in the house trained the spokesman.

Mosquitoes of all sizes.

Buzz, buzz, buzz

Call every day

In order to live, you must do it in some way.

Express one's demands.

Children who answer the call have milk to eat.

They once stopped me from sleeping.

Loyal and honest to accompany me to study.

Fly around me

Keep trying to enjoy food.

I have to buy mosquito-repellent incense

In the flames of extinction

Sleep in the smoke with mosquitoes

They struggled to survive.

Still singing fair and square

Sow swelling on me.

Like a wanderer far away from the world.

Work in a factory

Cheap red sweatshirts and white faces

Drink inferior water and live in a humble house.

Drunk, full of nonsense

The truest life.

Unlike some people,

Stab me in the back

I want to see the color of blood.

But dare not leave a trace.

Shoot a mosquito to death

Look at my blood

Open a flower in your palm.

The vines are very clear.

Stick it on my gullied hand.

I thought it was caught.

Light and fragrance in the world