Self-created poetry

At noon, there was a loud snoring in bed, and the children woke up in panic.

There is a thunderstorm here, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

Difficult to get along with, Dongfeng is unable to make friends.

Life will die when the time comes, and the marrow will ossify into dust and sweat.

Now that we know that sex doesn't match, we should feel wrong when we are in trouble.

There were no mistakes after the third day, although I was worried about the mistakes at that time.