Modern poems of bosom friends

Modern poetry of bosom friend 1 bosom friend

The weather is fine,

I arrived at Qintai Square.

On the relief of the stone wall,

I saw the eternal story.

High mountains and flowing water meet bosom friends,

The early stage of the piano stage will be liberal arts.

How touching,

Infinite thoughts.

A vast sea of people,

A bosom friend is hard to find.

This old story,

How desirable.

Now,

Beautiful bosom friend lake.

Willow is dancing,

The waves are rippling.

Qin Tuan Grand Theatre,

Standing by the lake.

People are enjoying music,

Gather in the art hall.

Small bridge round hole,

Water waves are always there.

Some people go fishing,

Someone is wandering around,

Enjoy this,

A rare balcony in winter.

Through the willows,

See a long corridor.

Old people do nothing,

Gossip.

Young people take pictures,

Leave a good time.

Dancing aunt,

Singing and dancing in the square.

Finally,

Recognizing that:

Life is beautiful,

Wuhan is different every day.

We should cherish it,

Take care of your home,

Let the story of a bosom friend.

In this beautiful place,

Forever flowing ...

Modern poetry bosom friend 2 to bosom friend

The breeze and the bright moon,

Green leaves and flowers are red.

The recent good times are only known to us.

Talking and laughing,

Satisfied, suitable.

Yes, it's always cold in winter.

Don't send it by acacia.

This is for an important friend of the opposite sex. I hope she can be strong but not bravado.

The author's anthology of moths

I am not omnipotent.

Don't imply that you can't do it. This is the most terrible thing in the world. Give yourself a belief, a belief in rebirth.

talk nonsense

I am not omnipotent. I can't think that I can do anything just because I am good at something. I am not the kind of person who has a strong natural sense of color, and I always deny myself about painting color. The most hateful thing is that I hinted in my mind that I couldn't do it. How could I have such a terrible idea? How can I admit defeat?

Maybe it's because of too many praises before that I can't find myself and feel that I can do anything. I want to put my mind right. Color sense can be cultivated. Even people who are naturally weak in color can draw good colors. I need to practice constantly, feel constantly and cheer for myself.

In fact, I am anxious to see other students ahead, but I still need more efforts in this respect, and I won't stop until I reach my goal. Come on, I think I can do it. Please go on.

Know yourself correctly. Let's go