1.59m pride! Writing poetry, what am I proud of poetry

Your own mindset is the most important thing. Height and appearance are not something you can choose, but a healthy and uplifting heart is something you can cultivate. Don't be upset because you're tall.

When you have time, take a piece of paper and write about your feelings on the left side and your strengths on the right. Be realistic. You'll find something fun about it.

Hope you have a wonderful life.

First of all, ask how old you are, if you are still growing, go running and so on to increase your height, and if you are over, you should let go. If the sky wants you to be so high, it's useless to do anything. And other people's opinions are on you, and they are not your people, why do you care so much.

And if it's a girl who really likes you, she doesn't care, if she really cares, in the end it's you who separates you... Be a man to be at ease.

I'll write a poem:

Don't look at me small, I'm longer than you!

Although you are very handsome, it's a pity that no one loves you!

Although I'm ugly, I'm very sought-after! ok!

That's right, if you want others not to bully you, you have to show some real skills for them to see. That's the real hero, being short is not a problem, as long as we have the ability, no one is afraid. Come on.

I really want to let you not be afraid.

Let's learn a little bit about shutting people up.

I have a friend who is tall and black, but he is the most popular among the girls in our ticket.

And few people bullied him.

Why? Because although he is short, he is very cheerful, with a lot of muscles and a good hand in basketball.

You said! How did people bully him?

Boy, go to the gym, no one will bully you after practicing for a while, but the original intention is to defend yourself, not to fight

Many leaders are short, and personality charm is the most important thing, so let yourself be a charismatic person

You can only fight for it yourself, others can't help you, and adjusting your mentality is the most important thing!

Age is not a problem, height is not distance, money is the truth.

The tall man asks you, "Are you as tall as I am?" ”

You can confidently say, "Are you as short as I am?" ”

Want to be proud? It's only possible to write it yourself.

Tooth pig said really well !! Support you.

October 1st of the motherland, the birthday of the motherland.

Ah, Motherland, do you know how proud I am of you?

From the original barren to the current wealthy, it is you who have given me a stable and happy home.

Ah, motherland, do you know how proud I am of you?

From bidding for the Olympics to hosting the Olympic Games, you have given me a healthy body.

Ah, Motherland, do you know how honored I am for you?

From the suffering of the people of Wenchuan to the unity of the whole country, it is you who make me have a grateful heart.

I love you motherland, let's tell you about your birthday!

My motherland, the motherland I love so much.

You are the rooster that roars high--- awakens the silence of dawn, you are the dragon soaring into the sky--- the storm of the times, you are the majestic lion --- dancing the majestic wind of China, you are the origin of human wisdom --- ignite the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name, and that is China!

I love the motherland.

October 1st is the birthday of my mother.

Motherland, I wish you a happy birthday!

Inch by inch of chalk.

Dye your hair white.

A poem by Xu Zhimo, which I like very much, is full of emotion.

By chance I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the heart of your waves

You don't need to be surprised, and you don't need to rejoice

In an instant, all traces were wiped out.

You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction.

It's better for you to remember, it's better for you to forget, the lights that shine on each other at this rendezvous!

I'll give you four poems, each one is very good Choose which one is yours, and if you choose, don't regret it

Prayer: I know that the world is not absolutely good.

I also know that it has parting and aging.

However, I only had one chance.

Hear my prayer, O Lord.

Please give me a long summer.

Give me a flawless memory.

Give me a tender heart.

Give me a white romance.

I can only come to this world once so.

Please give me another beautiful name.

so that he may whisper to me in the night.

In the years of Mercedes.

Always remember what we once loved.

Jasmine Jasmine likes.

There is no season.

During the day and at night.

There are always small flowers in bloom.

Fragrant buds.

It doesn't seem to make a difference if I think of you.

During the day and at night.

In each one. A moment of trance.

Spring silkworms are only because they are always imagining.

When you want to conjure.

There will be splendid wings.

And you wait forever.

In this life, I am willing.

Be a lonely spring silkworm.

In a golden cocoon.

Looking forward to an afterlife.

Promise a summer afternoon.

Miss you and that one.

Summer afternoon.

I want you to come slowly from the depths of the forest.

It's a lotus that comes out of the water with a smile.

It's my gentleest.

The part that is most susceptible to pain.

It's my holiness far away.

The most untouchable Chinese year.

Desperately like the fate of Pompeii.

Melts everything that is most beautiful in an instant.

Tears become the mold of eternity.

So long and again for tens of millions of years.

Repeatedly, repeatedly, repeatedly.

Embedding in your heart and mine.

Looking at the people of the present day.

can be a little infatuated.

Those who are no longer in the present day.

The guitar plays with a light sigh of the deceased.

Unstained mournful twilight.

Orange petals swaying in the summer.

Only the shadow has been scattered for a long time.

Walk through the sandy beaches that are red by the setting sun.

The melody of parting.

Eventually, all memories will be burned.

Sunrise before dawn.

A lonely shadow reflected.

Where are the orange flowers swaying?

Once upon a time, the dawn.

I can get it back in my hand again.

Be with me.

Sunrise Sunset.

The cactus bloomed on the windowsill.

Outside the window, the eyes were full of green.

Oh splendid spring.

How are you, just.

There is no him at the moment.

Hearts stay. The imprint of the rain.

Sadly recalled.

I stared. A dusty guitar in the corner of the wall.

It's been a long time since I've heard him play.

Familiar melodies.

Whether it has been. Forgot that there is no love.

The string is loose and I am in a pot.

A cactus that does not bloom.

Only crying. Leaving the dirt of spring.

Maybe that's it.

The price paid for love.

You are in my eyes.

The crystal tears.

Open in bliss.

Tianya, you are in my eyes.

The last grain of sand.

Blown off by the wind. Buried in the dirt.

Kiss you gently.

The forehead is delicate red.

In my heart. Inadvertently stayed.

Deep scars.

Cactus and guitar.

Let me understand. The gap between love and pain.

Smell a wisp of fragrant fragrance and butterflies flying).

Xi Murong's "Youth".

All endings have been written

All the tears have also been set off

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning

On that old summer day that never returns

No matter how hard I try to pursue it

The young you are only like a cloud shadow

And your smiling face is very shallow, very light

Gradually disappearing into the group of Lan after sunset

Then he turned the yellowed title page

Fate bound it extremely poorly

With tears in my eyes, I read and read again

But I have to admit it

Youth is a book that is too hasty.

The bright moon is like a hook and is innocent.

The night breeze is dark and cool.

Xunqing Qianxun has been a lifetime.

Indifferently ink dyed Sihuaxuan.

Red beans are thousands of miles away.

The soul returns to Yiyan's heart.

Smiling and blue umbrella lovesick tears.

Wind and snow for more than a thousand miles to accompany you.

Fuqin is a lifelong companion.

Ten thousand years have come to naught.

"A Blossoming Tree".

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

For this, I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach. Please listen carefully.

That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk through in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

You are the April day of the world - a praise of love Lin Huiyin I said that you are the April day of the world; The sound of laughter lit up the winds on all sides; The light spirit dances and changes in the glory of spring. .You are the clouds and smoke in the early April sky, the soft wind blowing in the dusk, the stars shining unintentionally, and the drizzle falling in front of the flowers.

That light, that graceful, you are, You wear the crown of fresh flowers, You are innocent, solemn, You are the full moon of the night. .

After the snow melts, the goose yellow, you are like; Fresh budding green, you are; Tender and joyful, the water floats in your dream and looks forward to the white lotus. .You are the blossom of a tree, the swallow murmuring between the beams, — you are love, you are warmth, you are hope

This one.. You can refer to the poems of Yu Xuanji to see that the poems of those strange women in the Tang Dynasty have a little bit.

I look at the bright moon, and I am happy and frightened.

The sound of joy is like a silver bell, and Deng Zi's beauty is like a sable cicada.

Shuya is virtuous and unmatched, and the country is better than the peony.

To see or not to see ... Don't worry, be bold... It's okay.

China, I'm proud of you!

Because you have thousands of years of history.

China, I'm proud of you!

Because you have the spirit of standing up to the sky and indomitable in the face of difficulties.

China, I'm proud of you!

Because you have thousands of years of cultural heritage.

China, I'm proud of you!

Because you have a long history of Chinese characters.

China, I'm proud of you!

for thou hast many great men.

China, I'm proud of you!

Because you have a glorious history.

China, I'm proud of you!

Because you have a noble character.

China, I'm proud of you!

Because you have crossed our future, in this sacred land, you have a power that shocks the world, and glory and pride shine with brilliant countenance.