Help me write a modern English poem.

Spring bird is a good partner of Golden Voice, and wakes me up from my dream every morning. My mother said that the birds are calling me in spring, and she asked me to go to the big forest with her to listen to the moving chorus of nature. 2. Bamboo shoots quietly arched out of the soil to inquire about the news of secret flowering of green trees in spring. 3. Pomegranate Pomegranate blooms because Aunt Xia tied a bright bow. When the pomegranate fruit is ripe, Mother Qiu is rocking the harvest. The small hole in the straw hat is a door I opened for the sunshine. Look at the sunshine coming down. They playfully stepped on my shadow and left footprints on my shadow. 5. Buds are warm in spring. Come out quickly. Buds don't just show the bark of a small head. Come out quickly. The sun will dress you in green. Spring breeze will give you sweet dew. 6. A quiet river on a fishing night. I fell asleep after listening to the mother moon. What a good boy. The fisherman lit the fishing fire. This river is like opening your eyes and talking in your sleep. Shao Yanxiang, a fairy tale, is in the south of the cloud. In that distant place, a group of leaves said, we should bloom like flowers. A group of flowers said: We want to fly like birds. A group of peacocks said: We should grow like trees. Insect and bird Lan Shu put the socks washed by her mother on the rope one by one, and the rope became a multi-legged insect crawling around in the sun. I put my sister's handkerchiefs on the rope one by one, and the rope turned into a group of egrets flying in the breeze. Teng's Children's Poem for the Blind Mother-in-law brought back a green poem and happily gave it to the blind mother-in-law in the neighborhood. Grandma, this can sing, so that it can sing for you when I go to school. Singing will take you into Shan Ye, watch the clear waves rolling in the stream, smell the fragrance of mountain flowers and listen to the singing of birds. Grandma, grandma, this is a fruit that can only sing. Listen, how well it sings. Fruit, fruit, fruit ... childhood photo album Dad has a childhood photo album. Look at him riding a wooden horse, with a telescope hanging on his chest and a small pistol pinned behind his waist. He looks like a general. The funniest thing is this. Dad is wearing a gown, shaking a small fan, and his nose is stuck up hard. He is telling his classmates a short cross talk. That is more enjoyable. Dad cooked for everyone on the beach, his face was covered with flowers and his cuffs were burned with big holes. Ah, I really envy my father, who has a happy childhood and this childhood photo album, which will always accompany him. I hope my father will give me a childhood, let me get out of my books and see the spring outside the window. Then take some color photos of my childhood and put them in foto photo album. Let my childhood stay with me when I grow up. [Editor's note: "photo album", English: photo album, Esperanto: fotoalbumo, why do we use the word "foto album" internationally? This is because: 1/ Writing photos as "foto" is more in line with the principle of reading and writing, and Esperanto, Spanish and Portuguese are also written as "foto"; [Photo Album] In front of the window, a clove road tiptoed into the thick green yard. We planted a lilac in front of the teacher's window. Teacher, teacher, let its green branches and leaves extend into your window and accompany you every night. Listen, listen, the green leaves rustle in the wind. This is what we sing for you, to help you get rid of the fatigue of the day. You see, you see, the trees are full of blooming flowers, and that is our smiling face. Thank you for always supporting us. It's late at night and the stars are sleepy. Teacher, put down the lesson plan quickly and let the flowers float into your dream. That dream must be sweet and fragrant. Fourteen-year-old, blue harbor life is a long river, fourteen-year-old is a blue harbor, where there are huge waves of impulses and waves of thinking. Love exists, only hazy, but I don't understand, but I know a little, just like a river under the morning fog, which is visible but difficult to distinguish. My stomach is full of worries on my face. If I have something to say, I won't spin on the tip of my tongue. I am as naive as a wave, and I never know what it means to be sad. It is really brave to say that a boy is brave, even if the gun flies, he doesn't blink; It is really timid to say that girls are timid, and you can see bean worms jumping from a distance. I hope there will be more exclamation points to impress adults, but the question mark in my mind has never been straight. Weird questions often embarrass teachers. You talk about ideals, he talks about ideals, and ideals are constantly changing like tides. You want to be a hero, he wants to be a hero, and he often takes risks to be a hero. Ah, fourteen-year-old, blue harbor, fourteen-year-old, ideal paradise, the ships that start life from here, and the morning glow weaves wonderful wreaths for them. On the beach, there are a pair of swans, a pair of snow-white swans flying in the blue sky. There are two beautiful clouds floating in the lake. Clouds carrying swans, swans carrying clouds, gently, gently landed on the beach. Swans are dancing with joy, shaking their slender and beautiful long necks, and their round eyes are flashing, looking for something everywhere. The birdwatcher giggled and the swan sang a happy song. Time carving knife. What is time? It's a meat cleaver, carving every minute, leaving a mark on everyone. Give the baby two legs, carve two wind wheels, make him taller every day, and run away with a smile. Give pupils two eyes, carve a question mark like a small ear, and turn his thick eyebrows into thinking about knowledge. Give Big Brother a chin, carve a stubble of black leek, and let his rough throat sing the pride of youth. Carve beautiful staff for grandparents' faces, and let them play sweet songs under the fiery sunset. Ah, this invisible meat cutter, it works conscientiously, it is unfair to anyone, and it will always be so fair. It carved a stupid turtle for a child who didn't cherish time and climbed behind with a heavy sigh. It carved a red horse for diligent children, always flying on all fours and running in front of others every day. It carves a universal passport for those who have made great contributions. Wherever you go, you will see a spring-like smile. It gives people who have accomplished nothing a life certificate. Although he is still very young, he is too old to be old. This meat cleaver is too selfless. It tests everyone's attitude towards time, whether you are old or young. I hope everyone can carve a life pride for themselves with the carving knife of time. Mom is a big tree. Mom is a big tree. I am a bird in the tree. Jumping around my mother happily every day. When it is hot, my mother gives me cool air, and the green leaves shake hypnotic songs; It's cold, my mother holds me tightly, and snowflakes write spring songs. Ah, mom, no matter where I fly in the future, I will never forget this green forest tip. Mother is a fertile soil, I am a seedling, fertile soil nourishes me and makes me grow taller every day. Mother's love gave me green life, a field of life and mature laughter. Ah, mom, I salute like an ear of grain, and thank you for your contribution to parenting. My mother is Blue Harbor, and I am a sail sailing from Hong Kong. With your blessing and expectation, you paved the way for me. I know there will be rapids, reefs and storms ahead, and my mother's harbor will hold me in my arms at any time. Ah, mom, no matter what stormy waves I encounter, I will resolutely run to my goal and never waver. 12 years old, colorful flower season is like colorful wind, like colorful rain, fragrant and wet, ah, 12 years old, colorful flower season. Strange questions keep popping up in my mind; Eyes full of interesting magic. Obviously it is a trolley bus, but they say it is an aunt with long braids; It's a TV tower, but it's said to be a powerful magician. They often fantasize about going to heaven, going to sea and going to the ground. The boy said, "One day I will fly to Mars to see if there is water and air." The girl said, "I want to bring the little match girl back from the sky and let her settle in China. There are endless roast geese and roast chicken every day. " 12-year-old boys always want to be Lai Ning-style heroes, but complain that they have not been attacked by mountain fires and gangsters. Sometimes, I want to be as handsome as my big brother, so that girls can praise him as "really handsome" and adults can say that he has peeled off the skin of a child. Playing football, fighting for the center, holding a squadron meeting and fighting for the host, the boy said, "If you dare not forge ahead, you will definitely have no future." Girls are more realistic than boys, and start with small things every day. They said: "The' Little Sun' will shine and warm everyone." Help my mother wash clothes, wash dishes and sweep the floor at home. Dad caught a cold, so take out the thermometer quickly. Outside, I helped others and sent the saved change to the disaster area. Girls also want to dress themselves up beautifully, so that boys can boast "how beautiful". When she walked into the shop, her eyes flew like butterflies on the flowered clothes. Ah, the 12 flower season is colorful and rainy, and everyone wants to have a world of their own. The girl quietly locked the secret into the drawer; The boy was outspoken and unconsciously revealed the secret. They want to be scientists, writers, general managers, diplomats and presidents ... They say that in ten or eight years, the world will belong to them. He also said, if you don't study hard today, what will you rely on to build the motherland when you grow up? Without a great body, how can I bear the burden in the future! They dye a beautiful flower season with diligence and sweat, and shape themselves with the spirit of Lei Feng and Lai Ning. Ah, 12 years old, colorful flower season, full of deep poetry and painting. 12-year-olds, they spread their wings from here! What is a father? Half the people in the world want to be a father, although he is still a doll today. A father is not necessarily a father, but a child who is not a father knows what a good father is. A good father is great, and everyone praises him for his good work and study. When the child walks into the street with him, he will stand up. Others said, "Look at their children, what a glorious father they have." A good father must love his mother the most. He is always scrambling to do housework, wash clothes, buy food, cook and take care of the children to clean the house. His hands are so dexterous that he can make the broken radio speak. A good father has the most stories in his stomach, and he can't finish them like a river. When he heard these words, his ears pricked up, his eyes opened wide and his mouth opened wide. No matter how many strange questions the child asks, he can answer them patiently. A good father never pulls a face, and his face is always full of smiles. He always said that if young trees want to grow straight, they should always be trimmed and split. His words are like a beautiful ditty, gently floating on the lake of children's hearts. Ah, such a father, everyone will say that he is a good father. Because he taught the children how to be human with his own actions, and dyed every bud green with the rain of love. Second, a father who can only use fists is not a good father. Because a good father should know that persuasion and education are more powerful than fists. A father who breaks his word is not a good father. A good father must do what he promises, and he will never cheat his children. A father who does not talk about democracy is not a good father. A good father treats his children as friends and often exchanges ideas with them. A father who doesn't know his children is not a good father. A good father respects his children's interests and knows what they are thinking. A father who keeps his children in a book is not a good father. A good father lets his children develop in an all-round way, let him play, let him know how to play and grow up while playing. A father who doesn't admit his mistakes is not a good father. A good father will make mistakes, and if he admits his mistakes, his children will respect him more. Third, what is a good father? A good father should be a sea of Wang Yang, embrace the river with his arms and turn it into dancing waves. A good father should be a blue sky with a red face. Let the birds fly freely and let the white clouds play happily. A good father should be a fertile field, holding colorful flowers, so that seedlings can be nourished by the soil and bear fat and big fruits. A good father is a poem, a good father is a painting, and a good father should be a green fairy tale hanging on a tree! I want to dedicate this poem to all dads in the world, so that they can all be children's favorite dads. I also want to dedicate this poem to my future father. When they grow up, they will be the good father they have been longing for for for an hour. What is a good boy? Every child wants to be a good boy. Let adults praise "good boy!" "But, what is a good boy? How can people praise it? Every little flower in the mountain is famous and beautiful? How many children think about this problem? Let's look at ourselves in the mirror. A good boy is a bird, always wanting to fly high, practicing hard wings every day and constantly enriching his feathers. A good boy is a small tree, welcome others to cut branches, bathe in the bright sunshine and try to jump up. A good boy is a small river, indomitable in the face of setbacks. In order to join the singing of the sea, he only knows to fly forward bravely. A good boy is a red sunrise, hugging the blue sky tightly and adding luster to the red scarf with his own beauty. Oh, good boy, always keep your motherland in your heart and always shape your image according to the requirements of the party. The eyes of two good children, with a crescent-shaped mouth with a hundred thousand whys, often confuse adults. A good boy's brain will spin out thousands of eccentricities, always trying to turn these eccentricities into reality. Good children's hands will make many new tricks, which can make the broken alarm clock sing beautiful songs again. Sometimes, a good boy will clap his head and say, "Wow, this question is too difficult, too difficult!" " "But never stop climbing. Three good faces, with a flower-like smile and bright love, are transparent to everyone. In order to help others, I gave up many holidays and built a colorful bridge with sincerity and enthusiasm. A good boy is the most honest. He never tells stories to his face, says what he thinks and doesn't sing any tune when he goes. A good boy is the most modest, like a small lake in the mountains, and never shows off the blue waves. Even if he did a great thing, he always said, "This is the credit of everyone!" " "Four good children never talk loudly in public places and never run around in classrooms and corridors. Don't scribble on buildings, and don't pinch flowers and trample grass in the park. Don't stretch out your dirty hands to catch, don't throw waste paper ... politeness is like a shadow, where a good boy goes, he follows. Hardship and simplicity are like plowshares, sowing beauty and richness in the hearts of good children. Diligence and courage, like a pair of flying wings, take a good child and fly to unparalleled sublimity. Oh, good boy, everyone will praise him. Such good children can be seen everywhere. Do not believe, you will see red scarves floating in every family, every primary school and every street. When singing the motherland, the intoxicating wind swept through our hearts, and the endless sea of rice surged with layers of Jin Lang; When the bright morning glow dyed our classroom red, the happy campus lived like honey ... Ah, motherland, we are like a group of green birds, holding a wisp of fragrant wind, cutting off a rosy cloud and holding out an ode dedicated to you-Ah, motherland, you are a torch lit with the blood of martyrs, driving away darkness, poverty and ignorance and illuminating everyone's heart. You are a colorful picture painted by hundreds of millions of hands, and every inch of land is full of flowers of reform and opening up. You are an ode written in the spirit of Lei Feng, and everyone is the author of this ode. You are a giant created by Olympic gold medals, and all corners of the country are praising your wisdom and character! Ah, motherland, what words are used to describe your greatness? What poems are used to express our attachment to your love? If you are a beautiful embroidery, our blood is the color of embroidery. Let's turn it into a silver thread and weave charming landscapes and lakes for our motherland. If you are a gorgeous garden, our smiling faces are flowers. Let's turn into hardworking bees and brew sweet nectar for mankind. If you are a great masterpiece, our sweat is fragrant ink. Let's turn it into beautiful words and write the most brilliant chapter of tomorrow.