Text/Thaung Myint
I write my own poems.
Dewdrops dripping from the grass in the morning.
Tired birds' wings return to the forest in the evening
The roar of the wind
I have to write it.
I want to put what I see, hear and think.
It's all written in my poem.
Sentence by sentence, song by song.
My blood runs through the tip of the pen.
Every comma in this poem
Like a star, a leaf, a spray.
They blinked, sang and danced in my poems.
Every exclamation point in the poem
Like a rushing river.
My pulse swells in my poems.
That last ellipsis, like
Like the root of my life—
With the infinite extension of my love
I write my own poems.
Written on the running green leather train
I want to photograph the scenery I saw along the way.
People and things I met.
Paragraph in my poem.
Write the rhythm of poetry with my joy.
most important of all
The most important thing is that I want to use children's eyes.
Observe them
Yes, with children's eyes.
It is more important to write with a child's heart.
I also want to write it in my poem.
Write down your love for your parents and relatives
Write down your love for friends and passers-by
Love for a drop of water and a grain of sand.
But the most unforgettable thing is: love for the motherland.
I write my own poems.
I write about the stormy waves of the sea
To praise the ups and downs of this life
I write about dusk on the grassland.
Close the yearning for the distance.
I wrote about the place where my father works.
Full of hope for generations to come.
I write about the wind, and I write about insects.
I write about all the tiny things in the world.
To convey that dazzling beauty.
Yes, I want to write it in my poem, too.
Join the sadness of wandering in Ma Touqin.
Plus the rich grassland wine.
Plus the gentleness of the horse's neighing.
Add the nightingale's euphemistic voice
These are all things I want to write.
It's also the feeling I love.
-I love all the beautiful things in this world.
Including you and me.
—— Written on July 9th, 20021year.
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