The furthest distance in the world
Not life and death.
But during the exam.
I can't see your paper.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't see your paper during the exam.
But I read your paper.
But I can't read what you wrote.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't understand what you wrote.
But I read what you wrote clearly.
But I don't know where to copy.
Poetry 2: Helplessness
Sleepiness strikes,
In case I close my eyes.
Eyelid fatigue and weakness,
More angry with the teacher.
I just want the teacher to leave.
Jealous of my deskmate.
Regret last night's keyboard skills,
I fought back again.
Poetry 3: Helplessness
Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke,
Li Bai came to the roast duck restaurant.
My mouth is watering, thousands of feet,
I didn't have any money with me when I touched my wallet.
Poetry 4: Helplessness
Guangdong looks like a paradise from a distance, and Guangdong looks like a bank from a distance;
Guangdong is like a prison, so it is better to go home and put cattle and sheep;
Everyone said that Guangdong is good, and everyone went to Guangdong;
Guangdong earns money from Shenzhen, how can the money be sent home?
It is said that the salary here is high and I have no money to buy toothpaste.
It is said that life here is good, green vegetables and grass;
It is said that the environment here is good, and cockroaches and ants run around;
It is said that there are many beautiful girls here who haven't dated for several years.
Work every year, worry every year, work overtime every day like a monkey;
There is no reward for overtime work, and there is no reason to be scolded every day;
When you see the boss, you lower your head and shake your head when you pay.
By the end of the month, I was worried and didn't know when I could make it.
Poetry 5: Modern limerick
The professor shakes his lips and makes money everywhere, becoming more and more like a businessman;
Businessmen appear in the pulpit, writing books and making statements, more and more like professors.
Doctors who destroy and ignore human life are more and more like killers;
The murderer acted quickly, leaving no future trouble, and became more and more like a doctor.
Stars show off coquettish, pay the bill, and become more and more like ladies;
Charming young lady, obviously, is becoming more and more like a star.
The police bully the weak and fear the hard, becoming more and more like local ruffians;
The local ruffians are one of our own, and they are more and more like policemen.
Rumors are well-founded and basically true, more and more like news;
News catches the wind, exaggerates at will, and becomes more and more like rumors.
Poetry 6: Modern limerick
The world is like a dream,
Looking back,
What can I do,
The remnant star remains the same.
As clear as the moon,
Ask about wine alone.
How many times have you heard of longevity?
Life is short and fresh,
Dirty and powerful are the bane,
Don't ask yes or no.
Childhood is the most naive,
Don't take it seriously,
I am most proud of the beautiful spring scenery.
Not naive,
A few years later,
When the head turns white,
There is no nostalgia in the world,
It's all lies,
Look at this gentleman,
Bosom friend, bosom friend.
Look, meteors are streaking across the night sky.
Rainbow after the storm,
But life is still a period.
Poetry 7: Four Ideals of Life
Tile the Great Wall.
Set the equator with Phnom Penh.
Across the Pacific Ocean.
Mount Everest with elevator.
Poetry 8: Four Little Ideals in Life:
Put gloves on the flies.
Put a mask on the searching mosquitoes.
Put the mouse in chains.
Teach cockroaches to wear condoms.