I want to put my little hand,
Into Sanqiu cinnamon,
The fragrant universe,
Even Chang 'e turned around frequently.
I want to put my feet,
Into flowing water,
Jean mother river
Always sailing on the boat.
I want to put my eyes
Walking into the Mid-Autumn Moon,
Children under the banyan tree, I want to put my body
Into fertile land,
Let the barren land of the northwest,
And the smell of wheat.
I think (2)
(Gao Hongbo)
I want to put my ears,
Hanging high in the air,
Always be vigilant,
Let criminals have nowhere to hide.
Gao Hongbo's poem "I want to"
I want to put my little hand
Put it on the peach branch.
With a bunch of buds,
Holding thousands of rays of sunshine,
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
Plant it on the land in spring.
Turn into green and bright grass,
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 must discuss it with my parents. ...