How I want to be a bird.
In the process of seeking freedom
That blue feather
uncomfortable
Fly to the ends of the earth
In the sky
Shake it. Too thin.
Seems to be laughing at me.
Get up too early
The sun also bent down.
Step by step coloring
It smells of filar silk.
Blame only
I drew the temperature too little.
Nashui
One by one coquetry in front of me.
birdie
Don't scream.
Mom, she can't manage well.
Tell you to run around
Small eyes smile like mung beans.
A modern poem about birds "Poem about Birds" Chen Bo's "Flying" Part of life sees the danger of the road, grows wings and jumps into the washed sky. Sometimes we can't blame the birds for leaving. This small body is really destroyed at the touch of a button, and there are not many good days in the sky. Birds walk in the traces of wings and fire, allowing cold air to admit the body temperature. More often, birds are the tips of arrows, making them lonely. God knows the sharpness of meat and the piercing pain of birds. Every bird is a failed hero. The little body died as soon as it flew. The sky witnesses that love begins at high altitude. Two birds stopped in the air, and their lips collided from time to time, which exceeded the meaning of kissing. Their happiness is to keep lifting each other's hot bodies, so that their thirsty lives will not collapse in selfless love and their wings will open. Petals let each other declare happiness in the fragrance of flesh and blood. When the sun is shining, one bird grabs another bird's scalp. Let love know the pain and wake up at the most dizzy time. Once upon a time, a group of birds fell from a branch, and the birds trembled at the thought of their lives. Sometimes we call this sound birdsong. We sat under it and listened to the melody it recovered from the friction of clouds. We were intoxicated and even had a long song of lust. People who cry can sit directly in the sound of birds with bird-like vocal cords, and their ears are highly consistent with the sound of birds. He knows beauty. Desperate grief is the sacrifice of life. It's like a funeral starting with the whole bird's chest. The delicate body only prepared a sharp blade for the strong wind. Because the weak bird never leaves the mountains and rivers, the old bird's wings collapse. I can't see its blood, nor can I hear its scars. It stood quietly on the indifferent branch, watching other birds carrying their lives in the clouds. The old bird was pushed down by the strong wind, causing it to drop dust, and a pile of fallen feathers vacated to choose the last free dust. Only one crying student was seen in the wind. Who made Liu Bang's words roar at the bird? "Death" tries to approach the blue days, and birds' lives can't stay away from the darkness. So in the dream, they make a thrilling babble, which is a powerful story of human bird hunting. They vowed that they could be broken and sacrificed, but they wouldn't die if people left. Sometimes we see a bird flying, and it has already begun to say goodbye. They died at an unknown time and place. As a mockery, they threw their bodies into the darkness and turned the sky blue. Our thoughts dive into the wind and into the flying clouds, so that future generations can see through the essentials of flying. Birds can fly or not. You left it on my balcony. I look at you, you look at me. Nobody said anything, let's see what we should do. What can we do? You said the cold north stood behind you in the morning. What's the matter with you? You didn't return it all night because you were afraid of traffic jams. Get up early and cross the city to go to work. Can your broken eyes be complete? I can't fly on the balcony anymore. I guess your life idly and affectedly. "Crow, smoking a cigarette is my pleasure at the moment"-I want to dedicate this poem to my friend Wu Ya. I can't forget crow feathers any more than I can forget the night. Simply light a cigarette and burn it in the crow's eyes. Smoking a cigarette is my happiness at the moment, although the sunset stole my lover's dress and the night stole my eyes. The harp is left, but the wind has no fingers. When the cigarette is finished, the happiness ends the lost time, and the falling ash falls happily. Inging and Woodpecker (Fable Poem) The pests and diseases in the forests of Kong Fei are getting more and more serious. The sick tree got sick in the wind, and the woodpecker flew and shouted, "I'm coming, I'm coming-"What a loving voice! What a wonderful singing voice! Only the children of Ingrid can have such a beautiful singing voice. This young woodpecker didn't let the doctor's father see that he was a medical family for the first time, but he forgot to bring a scalpel. The disease spreads in the epidermis of the diseased tree, but it cannot be cured ... >>
Birds' poems were written by themselves in modern times. There should be no answer here. Teachers or classmates can do it themselves. No, let your classmates tell you. Only in this way will your study be helpful and the answer can only be solved temporarily.
You still have to do your homework by yourself. Asking for answers is a bad habit. Do your own homework, so that you can have a sense of accomplishment. Who can give you the answer if you don't even send out the questions? Ask teachers and classmates more, and your grades can be improved.
Write a modern poem about birds, no less than ten lines and five points.
Author: You Dui Xiao He
A bird
Standing by the river
On the branch of that dead tree
copy
Keep chirping
Like a man killed by his parents.
Missing child
Singing a sad song
Bird, bird.
Please don't cry.
I passed by you.
Will send you many blessings.
Although you didn't.
The beautiful feathers of geese
Don't fly like an eagle
You just ... ...
A nameless bird
But you can
Turn your misfortune
Turn into a gentle whisper
Nod to me.
Talk to me.
I'll be like this
Like good poets.
Throw a sympathetic look at you
Bird, bird.
As soon as I open my eyes, you will
Fly away silently
go to
my dear friend
Go to your parents.
Go find your partner.
That's the place
Your warmest destination
My poem.
Like that nameless bird.
All the time.
Quietly pry open the world
That warm garden
Tags: Classic Composition Previous: Tense Sentences Briefly Describe Tense Sentences Next: Poems describing the current difficulties.
Modern poetic birds about birds
Author: sissy princess 1
If you spread your wings,
Where is my dancing sky?
If you live in seclusion,
Where is the warm nest where I rest?
I never thought about it.
Thinking is also a kind of imprisonment.
probably
What am I willing to do?
Just flapping my wings
Swing up and down
Ignite the anger of the wind
Whistling and soaring
Never ask about the rough road ahead.
This will be my journey.
I have never lamented the loneliness behind me.
That has become my memory.
There is no daytime here.
There is no night.
Just flying
Or wither
Poems about birds
Chen bo
fly
A part of life clearly sees the danger of the road.
Grow wings and jump into the washed sky.
Sometimes we can't blame the birds for leaving.
This little body is really destroyed at the touch of a button.
Besides, there are not many high altitudes.
When the weather is fine, birds will fly away.
Leave a cry of fire in the trace of wings.
Let the cold air accept the body temperature.
More often, the bird is the tip of an arrow.
Let the lonely sky know the sharpness of meat
The bird that knew the pain didn't win.
Every bird is a failed hero.
The little body flew out.
love
The sky proves that wind and clouds are media.
Love begins with two birds at high altitude.
Lips that collide from time to time in the air
Beyond the meaning of kissing, their happiness
Is to constantly lift each other's hot bodies.
Don't forget yourself in a thirsty life.
Stay away from flowers and fall in love.
Flapping wings are open petals.
Let each other declare happiness in the fragrance of flesh and blood.
Choose a sunny time in the forest.
One bird grabs another bird's scalp.
Let love be in the most dizzy time
Know the pain, know the sobriety.
cry
A flock of birds fell off the branches in the past hail.
I tremble at the thought of bird's life, and the bird's heart cries.
Sometimes we call this sound birdsong.
We sat under the tree and listened to it.
Listen to the melody it brings back from the friction of clouds.
We are intoxicated and even have lust.
Long songs, crying people have the vocal cords like birds.
You can sit directly in the birdsong ear and birdsong.
Maintain a high degree of consistency. He understood.
Beautiful and desperate sadness. That's an article.
The sacrifice of life comes from the chest of the whole bird.
Puncture is like burial, and killing is like killing.
harm
Careful body only facing the wind.
Prepare the sharp blade of feather wings, because it is very fragile.
Birds will never leave the mountains and rivers.
An old bird's wings collapsed and its body was too small.
I can't see the blood, and I can't see its scars.
I can't hear moaning. It's on a cold branch.
Stand still and watch some other birds.
Life is carried in the clouds and the wind is blowing.
The old bird was pushed off the branch and pretended to be flying.
Let it fall dust, a bunch of falling feathers
Empty to choose the last freedom
Only one crying pupil can be seen in the dust.
The wind is blowing. Who said this sentence by Liu Bang?
Whistle at the bird?
die
Try to get close to the blue days.
The bird's life is still not far from darkness.
So, I made a shocking speech in my dream.
In nonsense, it is the story of powerful human bird hunting.
They swear that they can be broken and sacrificed.
But death will not fall on people's way.
Sometimes we see a bird flying.
Without the bird, it has already begun to say goodbye.
They are at an unknown time and place
Die as a laughing stock. They put their bodies
Throw it into the darkness and make the sky blue.
The hidden inflow wind is hidden in the flying clouds.
Let future generations see through the essentials of flying.
Birds can't fly or fly.
You put it on my balcony.
I look at you, you look at me.
No one spoke.
See what the other person is going to do.
What can we do? Tell me.
The cold north in the morning
Stretch behind your back
Lonely guy
What's the matter with you, listless?
The pub didn't return it all night. Yes
Afraid of traffic jams, get up early for work.
You can cross the city with broken eyes.
Is it finished?
You are standing on my balcony.
Keep flying and still can't fly.
I am very free.
Dramatic speculation
Your life.
Crow, smoking a cigarette is my pleasure at the moment.
-I dedicate this poem to my friend Wu Ya.
What can't be forgotten is crow feathers, just like
I can't forget that night. Just light a cigarette.
The burning place is the crow's eyes.
Smoking a cigarette is my happiness at the moment, although
At night, the sunset stole my lover's petticoat.
Steal my eyes. The harp remained, but the wind had no fingers.
When the cigarette is finished, happiness will be over.
Lost time, falling ashes
The fall of happiness
Inging and Woodpecker (Fable Poetry) >>
To a Bird: Modern Poetry to a Bird
Beautiful bird
it's you
Fly in the busy crowd to this complex city.
Added a little agility.
Beautiful bird
I really envy you.
Casual play
Beautiful bird
How I miss you.
Fly freely
You don't have to taste the bitterness of the world.
There is no need to interpret human suffering.
Modern poems about birds spreading their wings
Where is my dancing sky?
If you live in seclusion,
Where is the warm nest where I rest?
I never thought about it.
Thinking is also a kind of imprisonment.
probably
I just want to flap my wings.
Swing up and down
Ignite the anger of the wind
Whistling and soaring
Never ask about the rough road ahead.
This will be my journey.
I have never lamented the loneliness behind me.
That has become my memory.
There is no daytime here.
There is no night.
Just flying
Or wither
Shit, I'm so talented. Give it to me. . . .
About writing poems about modern people caring for birds, I wrote my own reverie about going back in time.
Back in time, the sunset rises from the sea.
The dead climbed out of the dirty street.
Even on a sunny morning
A person meets his early image.
Silence each other.
It is also dusk, and many windows are open.
There is something in this that we don't know.
The leaves are ringing in the wind.
It reflects the same light, which is a bad time in the eyes of patients.
Going back in time, you will encounter many things from the past.
A letter has troubled you for a long time.
Turn a page forward from the back.
A bottle of white wine flows into the cup from bottom to top.
Trains at different times meet at the fork in the road.
Birds swim in the water.
The lion of algebra filled the earth with the end of things.
The king is thinking, is it heaven or hell?
Back in time, a head ran back to the judgment seat.
Wildfire ignited from the ruins of stones.
The survivors walked back to the depths of the fire.
The sea water returned to the earth.
Loose sunlight flows into the vast space.
The witch bird has two clean stones.
Two tattoos carved on the night neck,
Two hard and deep lines
Strange light from heaven
The witch bird passed the quiet little Zhuangzi.
Squeeze into the clothes of a woman in mourning
In a little sad dream
The moonlight floats like water.
Soak for a long time.
Old houses and mossy houses
Green ladder
They will perform their duties.
Hand over those two fireflies.
People who will leave and be left behind.
Hand and heart
They communicate on this strange night.
News from another world
An eagle that grows roses in the garden of death
At this point, the people who are about to leave are smiling.
Go west along this road.
Tags: Classic Composition Previous: Tense Sentences Briefly Describe Tense Sentences Next: Poems describing the current difficulties.