What I shared with you before has always been some serious ancient poems. Today I want to share some interesting limerick with you. Limerick should be regarded as a type of poetry, because humor is more easily accepted by the public. Let's take a look.
The first song: Don't be angry.
Don't be angry.
Life is like a play, and we meet by fate.
It is not easy to grow old together. Should we cherish it more?
Why did you come back for a trifle?
I am not angry when others are angry, and there is no one to replace me when I am sick.
If I am angry, who will be happy, and will be very depressed and hard.
Leave home alone, go early, return early and think less.
Don't compare with your neighbors and relatives, let your children and grandchildren go with them.
Everyone is very happy when the doll is born, and someone will let him go all year round.
Suffering is fun, and the gods envy good companions.
Pay more attention to men, women and children, and don't get angry.
The song "Don't be angry" should be familiar. I remember when I was in primary school (or maybe junior high school), it was very hot in summer, and gay men learned to take a paper fan to fan the wind. That posture, quite a bit like the dashing and heroic posture in a costume drama, and there seems to be this song "Don't be angry" on the fan.
Although this is a limerick, it is particularly reasonable.
"Being angry is just punishing yourself with other people's faults."
The second song: seeing right and wrong in the long river of history
Look at right and wrong in the long river of history
The long river of history, like water, is gone forever.
The fine sand waves pass in an instant. Who will remember after a thousand years?
I don't care about some small things, but two years are like flying ashes.
Look at Siping's two rivals. Now there are glasses on the wine table.
Life is only a few decades, whether mediocre or brilliant, it will eventually turn into a handful of loess and disappear in the long river of history. So from a macro point of view, those things that made you angry at that time were actually nothing, all small things, all small things.
Song 3: Daming Lake
Daming lake
Shandong province is full of potholes, and kettles are welded on both sides of the Yellow River.
Fried dough sticks in Daming Lake and peanuts in Jiaozhou Bay.
When I saw Daming Lake, I inexplicably thought of that sentence: Your Majesty, I am Xia by Daming Lake. Don't you remember me? Ha ha ha ha ha, my brain made up a kung fu drama.
The fourth song: Laughing at Liu Bang
Laugh at Liu bang
I heard that Xiang Yu pulled out the mountain and scared Liu Bang to flee.
Not my little Sean. Grandma has gone back to Pei County.
Song 5: Ode to Mount Tai
Yongtai mountain
Looking at Mount Tai from a distance, it was dark.
Fine on the top and thick on the bottom.
One day, on the other hand,
The lower head is thin and the upper head is thick.
I really think that the author of this "Taishan Fu" is only for words. Although there is nothing particularly brilliant, this poem should be the most unique among all poems praising Mount Tai, hahaha.
Thank you for reading. Pencil ~