It is perfunctory to say that you are honest with me.
Call me nostalgic and affectionate, and call me sentimental and compassionate.
Say I'm sensitive and fragile, say I deserve it.
Make an emotional oath with me in exchange for my reliance on the letter.
A long transition before familiarity is destroyed. Say it's okay.
At the end of the program, I was pretending to be the true face of Lushan Mountain.
Laugh at my rough appearance when you know I'm dressed simply, big man
Praise the beauty of plain face and say that my hands are too useless.
I hope I am simple and true, I hope I am mature and smart.
It's hard to figure out how to tide over the difficulties with me.
Criticize me. I mean, what is the quality of the curse? It's black and white.
Accusing me of being cynical, expressionless and pretending to be cold.
Laugh at me for wasting time and being self-righteous
I don't feel bad about not liking my enthusiasm and fantasy.
All rivers are tolerant, and my gratitude is occasionally bound.
Exaggerate how knowledgeable you are. Play hard to get, handle it carefully.
Respond to your overflowing emotions and conceit, and be a man.
The definition of like-minded blindness makes it difficult for me to see you clearly.
Who do you show your face to for no reason?
I hope I can't escape the spell and passers-by can't stay.
Laugh and say that your nature has never changed, and being tied is negative after all.
Said my common fault was too serious and advised me to start working hard.
Amway people are confused, don't go home wholeheartedly.
Still selfish, be yourself, don't have much leisure, watch and feel.
Then keep going, don't look back, don't be ahead of the present.
Modern Poetry about Laughter 2 Maybe
I don't know what to do.
I'm just writing
Draw again
I hope
I wrote and drew.
It's not just written This is a painting.
I hope
my family
The lamp in my house
And an unknown dream
Start lighting
Start lighting the lights at the intersection
I know
Dad was here before twelve.
Let me get hot
plate
Why should I cry?
When I cry
The food is cold.
Dad is lying under the board.
I saw a man dancing at the crossroads.
I saw a shadow dancing at the crossroads.
Why do I dance, too
Before I dance
The food is cold.
Dad's snoring nose and heart
Jump together
I don't know what to do.
I hope
I can get up early tomorrow.
Create a hot spot
meals
Dad's stomach can hold up
Before dad falls asleep.
I want to make him laugh.
I also want to draw a picture.
Write down his smile.
His smile is no longer full of lament.
Sorrow and distress
I also want to draw a house for him.
And what he wants.
He enjoys it.
Be happy in your own house.
I hope
Dad is smiling.