I want to put my little hand
Put it on the peach branch.
With a bunch of buds,
Holding the sunshine of Wan Li,
Yo, yo-
Sing the songs of spring.
I want to put my feet
Connected with willow roots.
Reaching out to the wet and soft land,
Absorb sweet nutrition,
For a long time-
Grow into a green tent.
I want to put my eyes
On the kite.
Look how soft the white clouds are,
Look at the sun, how bright.
Listen, listen-
Blue sky is my classroom.
I want to put myself
Spring is planted on the land,
Turn into grass, and green will shine.
Turn into a small flower and bloom beautifully.
Into catkins and dandelions,
This is my greatest wish.
I can fly, fly-
Fly to distant places.
However, flying to distant places,
I have to discuss it with my parents.
Poetry review:
Poetically speaking, the last verse of I Want is closely related to the fourth verse. At first glance, it seems that there is a suspicion of gilding the lily, which brings the child's imagination to reality at once, which is somewhat uncoordinated and even out of place with the previous poems. In fact, it is this sentence that vividly illustrates how "I" indulge in my own imagination, so that I regard my imagination as a reality. I am happy at the thought of flying far away. Are my parents at ease? So we have to discuss it with them. This adds interest to poetry.
"The page gently turned on his knees, and the corners of his mouth were covered with indelible smiles. The sun climbed from toes to knees, and I also thought of' black whirlwind' and' white stripes in the waves'. "
The previous sentence describes the way of reading. The child is sitting in the street reading a book with a book on his knee. He (she) seems to know how to care for books, and he moves gently when turning pages. The story in the book must be very interesting, so he (she) can't help laughing. The last sentence made it clear that he was reading the Water Margin, but he was fascinated by it, thinking only about the "black whirlwind" water war and "white stripes in the waves" and didn't notice the quiet passage of time at all.
I want to write a series of wonderful fantasies of a child. He wants to put his hands on peach branches, his feet on willow roots, his eyes on kites and plant himself on the land to express his rich imagination and pursuit and yearning for beauty. This poem is full of rhythmic beauty, and the structure of each section is basically the same, so it is catchy to read. The choice of words is also very particular. "An, Jie, Zhuang, Zi" explains what I want to do, "You, Chang, Wang, Fei" is my imagination of what I want to do when I change. Using these words to express actions is both accurate and vivid.