Bad friends are like you
(I)
In front of me is the lazy face of the dead family music, listening to the headphones intoxicatingly. I rolled my eyes and kindly reminded: kiss, pretend to be attacked by thunder, OK? Then I bowed my head and continued my poetry creation.
Suddenly, my shoulder hurt, and I turned back angrily. In front of me was Lao Liu's face, which had gathered the suffering of China for 5000 years. She seemed to be in a good mood and said with a smile: wife, writing poetry again.
I'm angry again: I warn you, I'm not gay!
She ignored my anger, picked up the paper, looked at it and said: not much. I rushed at her in case she read my poem. Because that poem is too hypocritical
As compensation, I made another Limerick for her:
It's thrilling to see you,
It's like seeing a tiger face.
The flowers don't bloom every year,
Did you know you were coming.
As a result, my poisonous tongue led to her beating
(II)
I was so worried with my midterm math test paper that I didn't dare to see how I did in the exam for a long time.
People familiar with me know that mathematics is my natural enemy. My math grades went up and down, which worried me.
I glanced at the dead test paper on the side and took a breath of envy --- I'll go, 95!
I know that his math score has always been far ahead.
Lao Liu next to her is very open-minded. Her grades have been very poor.
I sighed and resigned myself to fate. I summoned up the courage to open the test paper, but the score in front of me shocked me:
96, 96! 96 points! One point higher than that learning pervert!
When all the dead in front turned back, I immediately returned to my previous cheap appearance: why! Mom, it's 96 today.
He gave a bad smile: what about science?
Immediately, he looked at me in pride, and my face turned pale.
Cut! Except math and science, I never worry about my grades! (no exaggeration, my liberal arts is very good!)
So I pulled his hat and almost strangled him. So that when I came here in the afternoon, he pointed at me and shouted: you're wicked!
I smiled kindly: you're welcome.
Postscript: in fact, every time I see you, I will see the word "bad friend". But you gave me warmth and hope. By the way, I don't think that poem is sentimental at all now: the continuous summer sunshine
On your faces
Shining with the light of youth
In your pupil
Soft
love
Gently moving
Connected
Summer days.
Thank you. Bad friends are like you.
In front of me is the lazy face of the dead family music, listening to the headphones intoxicatingly. I rolled my eyes and kindly reminded: kiss, pretend to be attacked by thunder, OK? Then I bowed my head and continued my poetry creation.
Suddenly, my shoulder hurt, and I turned back angrily. In front of me was Lao Liu's face, which had gathered the suffering of China for 5000 years. She seemed to be in a good mood and said with a smile: wife, writing poetry again.
I'm angry again: I warn you, I'm not gay!
She ignored my anger, picked up the paper, looked at it and said: not much. I rushed at her in case she read my poem. Because that poem is too hypocritical
As compensation, I made another Limerick for her:
It's thrilling to see you,
It's like seeing a tiger face.
The flowers don't bloom every year,
Did you know you were coming.
As a result, my poisonous tongue led to her beating
(II)
I was so worried with my midterm math test paper that I didn't dare to see how I did in the exam for a long time.
People familiar with me know that mathematics is my natural enemy. My math grades went up and down, which worried me.
I glanced at the dead test paper on the side and took a breath of envy --- I'll go, 95!
I know that his math score has always been far ahead.
Lao Liu next to her is very open-minded. Her grades have been very poor.
I sighed and resigned myself to fate. I summoned up the courage to open the test paper, but the score in front of me shocked me:
96, 96! 96 points! One point higher than that learning pervert!
When all the dead in front turned back, I immediately returned to my previous cheap appearance: why! Mom, it's 96 today.
He gave a bad smile: what about science?
Immediately, he looked at me in pride, and my face turned pale.
Cut! Except math and science, I never worry about my grades! (no exaggeration, my liberal arts is very good!)
So I pulled his hat and almost strangled him. So that when I came here in the afternoon, he pointed at me and shouted: you're wicked!
I smiled kindly: you're welcome.
Postscript: in fact, every time I see you, I will see the word "bad friend". But you gave me warmth and hope. By the way, I don't think that poem is sentimental at all now: the continuous summer sunshine
On your faces
Shining with the light of youth
In your pupil
Soft
love
Gently moving
Connected
Summer days.
Thank you. Bad friends are like you.