"I made a lovely piccolo with a simple reed leaf. Oh! My goddess, did I play the poem? " This is a poem by Tagore, a great oriental poet.
As the saying goes: "Poetry has different talents." I don't know if I have that talent. But I still insist on writing poetry. I really regard writing poetry as an expression of my heart and an expression of my feelings.
Appreciate poetry. Poetry fascinates me. I like Tagore's leisurely solo, He Qifang's implicit narration and Whitman's indulgent eulogy. My childhood was very lonely. My parents were both "dual employees" and had no brothers or sisters. Moreover, my withdrawn personality made me lose my partner, so I had to set up a table and climb up my father's bookshelf to look for his poems. Inadvertently, I was entangled in the web of the Muse. I feel the loveliness of life and nature from Shelley's lark and the gurgling stream in front of Wordsworth. I am really drunk. Since then, I have made a great ambition: I must be a great poet who praises nature when I grow up! So I secretly found an exercise book and began to write poems.
By chance, a little poem I wrote was discovered by my grandfather from under the quilt. That poem is about me walking into the hall of poetry and picking up a rose forgotten by God. My father gave me a present on my birthday. It turned out that the little poem was published. I'm so happy. I think I finally have the confidence to realize my dream. Since then, I have practiced writing poetry harder.
I wrote more and more poems. As a habit left over from childhood, I like to walk alone in the country, recite to the stream and "sing" to the children running under the big tree. Besides, writing poems makes me sentimental. The withering of a small flower can make me make up a short story. On summer nights, the starry sky as bright as fireworks drives me crazy. From then on, I found that I fell in love with writing poetry, and my desire to become a poet grew stronger.
Now, I am a teenager, and writing poetry has become my responsibility, a responsibility to bring happiness and enjoyment to myself and others. My wish-to be a poet, I believe it will come true in the near future.
I remember Tagore's poem, "Poetic birds fly with sunshine in spring, oh, this lovely spirit".