Being able to write poetry is my dream. It attracts me like a magnet. I feel like a mouse's love for rice and a hungry wolf's desire for prey. It is like a rare treasure in my eyes, which fascinates me.
My sister is a "little writer" at school, so I went to ask her how to write poems. "Oh, only you, only you want to write poetry," said my sister, touching my head. "What, why only you can learn to write poetry, but I can't?" I pouted and said.
My sister had no choice but to teach me, because I am the darling of my mother. I wonder what will happen to my sister when I cry. My sister said that when learning poetry, you should look around with your eyes first, and then some ideas will emerge in your mind, and then write your own feelings and feelings. This is a good poem. After listening to my sister's words, I suddenly realized that this was really a wake-up call!
So, I did as my sister said, step by step: I immediately ran out of the house excitedly and watched the sunset glow on the grass. When I look around, the sky is red. I immediately blurted out a poem: sunset glow on the horizon! You are like a magician. You turn Baiyun into a puppy and play on the lawn in the sky. You turn white clouds into dragons and travel through the clouds; You turned Baiyun into a group of children, playing games. After writing, I showed it to my sister, and my sister gave a thumbs-up and said, "It's really good!" " "When I heard this, I said loudly with joy," Yeah! I can write poetry, hahahaha! "
From then on, I fell in love with writing poetry, and writing poetry became a hobby that I couldn't give up. It taught me how to taste the world and how to feel its true feelings. Poetry, I love you!