My eighteen-year-old modern poems

I am eighteen years old.

Although long hair is waist-high

But MengMeng is as silly as a boy.

Maybe it's because I'm the youngest in my family.

My parents like me very much.

Because I am smart and obedient.

Like to write and draw.

Although it was still very backward at that time

But my mother is willing to dress me up.

Long hair, small leather shoes, breeches

Because I have four sisters.

Mother doesn't want me to do housework.

But stubborn, I insisted on learning to cook.

That year

I was fascinated by teacher Qiong Yao's short story.

The cape of many my dreams.

I've been obsessed with it ever since.

Once, I actually left the pot empty and burned cigarettes.

See Niang tolerant eyes.

I put down the book obediently.

Peace of mind after dinner.

It was a wonderful time.

If you have nothing to do, just embroider the insole.

Go out to play with mom at night.

Later, slowly, I had some sisters.

Come and ask me out to play.

At night, everyone comes out to press the road.

Singing that my family lives in the Loess Plateau.

Learn to play the cuckoo.

that's interesting ...

As soon as we call

There are many places that have sounded so much.

Later, I gradually found that some boys

I will come and say hello to my sister.

Because my tutor is very strict.

I can't come out every night.

Those boys are always watching each other.

Dress me in different clothes.

Every time I meet eyes like this.

My heart is pounding in my throat.

My sisters introduced me to them.

I ran away in panic.

Whenever they want to talk to me.

I will be angry and refuse.

So they gave me a nickname.

Pepper!