"I think" modern poetry 1 I think
I want to put the sun
Hanging on the top of a birch tree.
Bring warmth to more people,
Bring light to more people,
Shine, shine-shine the light of hope.
I want to put the stars,
Into twinkling eyes,
Looking at those people who come home late,
Looking at the harmony of the family,
Look, look-look at the happiness and well-being of the people.
"I want" modern poem 2 I want
I want to put my little hand,
On the ginkgo tree.
With a bunch of buds,
Facing a faint fragrance.
Gone with the Wind
Drift into the doors and windows of thousands of families.
I want to put my feet,
Into fertile land,
Absorb nutrients from the land.
for a long time
Grow a green grass,
Grow into an unknown little flower.
I want to put my eyes,
Riding on the white clouds.
Look, look
I saw Grandfather Sun's bright smile.
Looking at the blue sky, my hometown.
I want to put my nose,
Put it in a flower,
Smell, smell
Smell the flowers,
Smell the spring.
I have to go back and ask my mother if she agrees with me.
"I want" modern poem 3 I want
I want to put my nose
In the bud.
Smelling the faint fragrance,
Have a good time.
Smell, smell-
The fragrance brought me into a sweet dream.
I want to put my eyes
Climb the white clouds,
Look at the beautiful clouds in the sky,
Look at the sun in the sunset.
Listen, listen-
The beautiful scenery made me fall into fantasy.
I want to put my leg
Connected to the sun.
Let the sun learn to walk,
Illuminate every corner of the world.
Go, go-
Look at the wonderful sight of this world.
"I want" modern poem 4 "I want"
I want to put my heart in my hometown.
Wrapped in dirt and local accent
Burn it in a hot stove.
A thick brick
Build the wall of life. in fact
Grandpa's grandfather and father.
It has been stirred into mud with flesh and bones.
Lay a solid pile for me.
Is this a fantasy?
No, the axe and sickle used to be
Rusty souls scratch painful scars.
The bone after the operation is in a frozen state.
It's getting harder. However, the role of wind erosion
Let me believe in the world again
And a pure heart
Hold those handles through the years
From the impetuous world
Dig a road to your hometown.
Tell the story that happened yesterday.
Return to the appearance of weeds
Catch up with the sun that belongs to today
"I want to" Modern Poetry Chapter 5 I want to
I want to go to the grassland
Look at the green grass.
Look at the blue sky.
Riding a good horse with a whip in the wilderness
I want to go to the grassland
Live in that comfortable big bag
Pin You Na Xiang butter tea
Singing with my sister, intoxicated in a happy little nest.
I've been to countless places.
Swim into the deep sea
Climb to the top of the towering five mountains
But I have never been to the beautiful prairie.
I want to go to the grassland
Feel the nature
Call for the breath of the wind
Suck the fragrance of flowers and plants
Enjoy my day freely.
My grassland
The grassland I yearn for
Your freedom
Your beauty
Print a big picture in your mind.
"I want" modern poem 6 "I want"
The wind in March opened the smile of a graceful girl in spring.
Touching the hair of willow greatly promoted the prosperity of the Yellow Sea.
I'm in a hurry. I'm in a hurry, too, on such a full moon.
Meet a piece of laughter and send you a birthday song.
Ten years ago, I was an ignorant and reckless teenager.
You're just a budding bud, and you haven't experienced the wind and rain.
Ten years of hard work, the erection of a castle, a dream trip.
If your tall body hadn't protected my sharp imagination.
There would be no handy little trees standing proudly in the wind today.
It's another spring
The bonfire in the morning reflects the blue of the east.
Is that gratifying blush a harbinger of the next harvest season?
Last night's plan and today's action
Whispering their love affair among the flowers under the moon.
The most beautiful thing in life is youth.
Some people say that youth is buried here by the roar of machines.
From a small grain of sand to towering mountains.
From a broken brick to the Great Wall winding in Wan Li.
From a simple civilian to a firm national leader.
From flying butterflies to eagles flying in the blue sky.
The same flowers bloom and the same youth flies.
Who said that? Youth is trampled and dreams are wasted?
I'd rather miss a fireworks show and go to see the steel flowers flying all over the sky.
That is the ordinary ten years of sweat burning.
Like the newborn sun, riding the waves of the Yellow Sea, keep moving forward.
Forward ... forward ...
"I want" modern poem 7 I want
I want to write poems for you.
my beloved girl
The source of Jingchu earth
You circled 800 miles of fragrance with wisdom.
Oh, my beloved girl
It is my beautiful hometown.
I want to write a poem for you, my beloved girl.
Mountains and villages
It's your plump body
Rivers and ponds
This is your light skirt.
I write poems for you in the early morning.
my beloved girl
Pick up the pen and dip it in the crystal green dew.
Find sparrows in the vast fog
Wake you up when you sleep.
At noon, I wrote a poem for you in the bright sunshine.
my beloved girl
Although the millstone at the entrance of the village is boiling hot
The goshawk still sticks to the horizon.
Spread your wings to give you shade.
In the evening, I write poems for you in the twilight.
my beloved girl
Color the background red for you at sunset.
The moon and stars light up all night.
Water Mirror Lake paved the way for you to sing.
Still writing poems for you late at night.
my beloved girl
The sheep in the daytime should be sleeping at the moment.
Please don't wake up the poet in your arms.
He is your next hope.
Oh, my beloved girl
If my poems can't move the world,
If my poems fade away in the distance.
Please collect it for me, too.
long process of history
There is always a city-state that belongs to my exile
"I think" modern poem 8 I think
separate
Facing the Sea With Spring Blossoms
Walking on the beach at sunset and dusk.
The cliffs are isolated and stand against each other, and they are made at sunrise.
separate
The stream in front of the door, the wooden bridge on the water
Small bridges and flowing water, weeping willows and weeping willows
In spring, cicadas sing and orioles build nests.
The moon is reflected in the water and the fish are playing.
I want to be with you for a long time.
separate
Located in a bamboo forest, all the bamboos bloom together.
As frost as snow, the sky is silvery white frost.
The Iraqis danced solo, reflecting the bonus and falling in love with colorful butterflies.
Even if we are separated, we have no regrets.
At this moment, at this moment, you.
separate
A shabby hut.
In the morning, the morning sun rises with green smoke.
Joke in front of the children's house
Spend my old age hand in hand with you
Twilight is fading, and the back stays.
Let's go together.
"I want to" modern poem 9 I want to
I want to tell you
here
The tinkling of the stream in the morning
Speak before the bird opens its eyes.
The panic of the wind blowing into the valley
The clouds stopped in the sky.
I want to tell you
here
Mottled sunlight in the forest
Butterflies are swaying among the flowers.
A kiss from a fish in the water
The door of my old house creaked with yesterday's bright red.
I want to tell you
here
How perfect and incomplete the night is.
What are the warm thoughts in the distant mountains?
The stars heard such a story:
Crying in a dream that breaks my heart.
The words on the pink stationery lay quietly.
Fade bright colors
Gradually lose enthusiasm
Blurred the handwriting
Folding years
Still looking forward to that distant ticket?
"I think" modern poetry 10 I think
I want to put my little hand,
On the tail of a small fish,
With beautiful ripples,
Holding beautiful seaweed,
Swim, swim-
Swim out of ripples.
I want to put my feet,
Connected to a good horse,
Fly strong legs,
Running on the green grassland,
Run, run-
Run to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau,
Look at the grandeur of the roof of the world,
I want to put my eyes,
Put it on a bird,
Look at those clouds like cotton candy,
Look at the power of tall buildings,
Listen, listen-
The blue sky is my playground.
I want to put myself,
Sow on the land in midsummer,
Become a peony, be elated,
Green trees soar into the sky.
Become a flying insect,
This is my greatest wish,
I can fly, fly-
Fly to Turpan,
Feel the fragrance of melons and fruits there.
I flew,
Fly, fly,
Saw my beautiful,
dream