Poems about the book.

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Poems about the book.
Sh. Shomukhamedov.
The book is a treasure
The propeller on it
The taste of the tongue is jamul-jam
The bookcase is a collection of knowledge
Every volume in it is mind-numbing
The book says…
N. Orifjanov.
Let's meet, I'm a book, I'm in the rain
Mining for original knowledge. When I'm cold, I'm dusty,
Wealth is innumerable. Then don't worry, my friend,
If you find it, eat it everywhere
But if you tear it up and tear it up fast, from whom,
Don't underestimate me. Don't lock my nose.
Another request from you: From your library-friend
Don't get dirty. Don't be embarrassed again
Ink-colored and colorful, Respected everywhere,
Don't paint my cover. Let's make friends forever.
If you want to keep it clean, shine the light of knowledge,
I will never fight. Your house is prosperous.
* * *
Ilyas Muslim
Books are a lesson
Zexni toblar har dam.
Wonderful vast universe
Help to know.
The book is in my smile
Look at the book in my eyes, look,
The words of Ukisam resound in my tongue
The meaning of my book is in my smile
There is a place where the best manners are written
The meaning of my book is in my smile
What the book says…
What the book says, what the book says
They said the book was the sun. They said the book is a mine.
I don't agree with that, I don't agree with that
It doesn't look like the sun: It doesn't look like that:
The sun is finally gone. Years, centuries have passed
In the fall, the invisible Kolan runs out of ore.
He sleeps at night. Gas iron, coal nam
Yana uki deb kistar. It will end soon.
Books are wet when you sleep, on the contrary
It warms your heart
As long as the world stands
Strong language
What the book says, My friendship does not eat friendship,
I do not believe in the power of the book man.
My best brother Book thick brother,
I call him a man inside. I sigh slowly, silently
If I make friends with a man and listen to him,
If I can't, the whole world is in Kurinar
The book is my friend!
My young playful autumns are from the beginning
Kuvnab Bahrim is revealed from the book of Consciousness.
My words are made up of golden letters
Sweet mano is sprinkled from the book that makes me laugh.
That's why I say that's why I say that
The book is my friend! The book is my friend
I love you so much
You taught me the language
Science as a gift
You have shown me the way
That is why I say:
The book is my friend.

 

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