My classmate Xiao Ming always looks sad every time he writes and cannot write. Please encourage him with a poem.

Becoming more and more pessimistic. Even the dialogue begins with a sigh. "Hey, what time is it now?"; "Hey, where are you going?"; "Hey, which bus are you taking?"

The answer is natural: "Hey, it's eight o'clock now."; " Alas, I'll go to the train station. ";" Alas, I'll take the 803. "

There is no beautiful scenery on this street, although there are flowers, grass and trees. You see, the grass has shriveled and bent over; the flowers have lowered their heads feebly; the trees are swaying and their leaves are yellowing, as if people who have just woken up have no energy at all and will fall down at any time. Scientists have tried several methods, but to no avail; medical scientists also looked at them, and after 2 hours, they determined that their disease was plant depression.

This "disease" makes the street mayor as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, because the mayor of Changsha City has warned him that if he can't make all the creatures on this street happy, look at the province How can I treat you?

The street leader even hired a world-class gold medal botanist and spent a lot of money, but he didn’t know what to do. Because of this, he was demoted to the bronze medal, and he still hates the street mayor!

He doesn’t care who hates him, it’s important to keep him safe. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and put up a notice: Whoever can make the residents, animals and plants on this street happy will be awarded 1,000 frowning coins (1 frowning coin = 10 yuan). Signed: Street Chief: Chen Dashan.

A liar happened to pass by and he said he could make the creatures here happy. The street leader didn't believe it and asked him to implement his method for himself. If he laughed, he could officially implement it.

The liar used it to tell jokes. He was talking about "The Emperor's New Clothes". When he was about to die, the emperor looked like a fool