Modern poetry of "study hard and strive to be a qualified successor"

successor

My daughter told me happily.

She was chosen as the red scarf. Look at that.

A red silk is beautiful and fresh.

Hehe, yes.

The successor of "capitalism"

I smiled and said nothing.

I can't pierce the balloon next to me.

I can't tell her either.

Most of the red is actually

dye

Children's purity

Fragile and innocent

I can't stand it.

But I don't congratulate anything.

I silently said to myself

Whether you are a red scarf or not

You are all excellent.

It's not because of the teacher's judgment, it's all my inheritance.

I can't tell her yet

Chiyota is far away.

Parents are very close.

In fact, you just

My successor