Modern poetry appreciation, I like 1, I like it.
Lie on the grass and enjoy the sky.
Look at the blue sky.
White clouds float gently.
I like ...
Walking on the path in the forest, listening to the sound.
Listen to that beautiful song.
Birds sing weakly.
I like ...
Standing on the rocks and looking at the sea.
Look at the rough sea.
Seagulls chirped by.
I like ...
Standing on the mountain and looking at the earth.
Look at the vast and boundless land.
The car rattled.
I like ...
Leaning against the big tree, watching and laughing.
The warmth penetrated into my heart.
Appreciation of modern poetry, I like it, I like it.
I like blue sky and white clouds.
My thoughts are like the wind.
In the sky of Wan Li, Shu unfolds as a Peng bird.
That free, hearty Peng bird
Is my cheerful' unruly soul.
I like trees and flowers.
My emotions are like colored brushes.
In the wasteland of the heart, the fragrance of Taoyuan is smeared.
That quiet and serene fragrance
This is my fantastic blue ideal.
I like babies, girls and strong young people.
Like the clear stream of a mountain stream in the moonlight.
Like fireworks in the night sky.
Just like on the northern Shaanxi Plateau.
Fast, warm, red waist drum blaring.
I like mountains and the sea.
Himalayas, my high and unyielding head
Glacier snow lotus, my flag of vicissitudes.
I put all the happiness and pain
It melts into the Yangtze River and Yellow River, and finally into the vast Sea of China.
Five thousand years of Chinese civilization.
It is my inexhaustible blood.
She's in my body.
Pentium, boiling, and then become majestic.
I want to play a wild life movement with Beethoven's hand.
I don't like night.
The tide at night always flows through my heart coldly.
Like the devil, devouring my warmth and hope.
Then be Kuafu,
Fly, always facing the sun