Modern Poetry: I like

Whether in study, work or life, we are all familiar with those catchy poems, which are characterized by harmonious rhythms, distinctive rhythms and catchy reading. What kind of poetry is praised by everyone? The following is my compilation of modern poetry: I like, I hope to help you.

Modern Poetry: I like Part 1

I like

I like the wind, I like the rain, and I like the green grass.

I like the sky, I like the clouds, and I don't like the cold air.

I like to run, I like to jump, and I like to play games.

I like to read, I like to write, and tell you what I like.

I like the feeling of the wind whistling past my ears as I run.

I like the clouds floating quietly in the sky on a clear day.

I love the beautiful arc of a basketball in the sky.

I love it when cats and dogs snuggle up and listen.

I love it when birds chirp and horses run and jump and the whole world is noisy.

I like to listen to songs, fresh and cheerful or melancholy sad, every tune can mobilize the whole body's emotions.

I like to watch movies, I can not guess the plot of the kind, every plot will be nervous to scream.

I like to play basketball, a run up will not know tired, as if there is endless strength.

I like to play the game, as long as it is with brothers, mutual pit teammates do not matter.

I like Stitch, I like digital baby, I like the seemingly childish childishness.

I like the bitter-sweet days, the one-armed Yang did not stop looking for courage.

I like Li Xunhuan's flying dagger, do not like some cowardly Zhang Wuji.

I like Hu Yifei's spirited character, do not like Lin Yi does not have the `courage to start again.

I like Bai Baihe, a lot of characters make my tears flow a lot.

I like Xu Song in the wind messy singing, although never look at the singer only listen to their favorite songs.

I like Kobe, obviously could have retired long ago but still for the heart of the obsession to adhere to, in fact, they do not understand his faith.

I like Dai Yue brother, I like Zhang Jiajia, those kind of articles and sentences, read is full of positive energy.

Well, I like a lot more.

Well, I like a lot of other things.

I like prawns and coke popcorn.

I like big moms, square dancing.

I like everyone, laughing together.

I like rainy days, even if there is no roof to hide from the rain, just a person strolling also feel comfortable.

I like to climb the mountain, the top of the mountain what is not important at all, just like to climb up the feeling.

I like to stay alone, think about some messy things, and I don't want others to know.

I like to write some inexplicable words and express certain emotions as I please, whether I want to clamor or simply want to show someone.

Well, I like a lot more.

I'll tell you more some other time.

"I Like"

Text:Amethyst

I like the sunshine, I like the rain

I like the silence of the village in the moonlight

I like everything that is bright

I like the naughtiness of the dewdrops rolling on the flowers and grass

I like the unguarded clarity of a child's eyes. The unguarded clarity of a child's eyes

I love the wind, its thunderous force

Its unruffled temper

I love the blackness and pallor of every hair

I love to look back on the years

Their vicissitudes, their agitation, their joy, their sadness

I love to lean against the window

I love to look at the people who cross the street

I love to see the people in the street

I love to see the people in the street

I love to see the people in the window

I love to see the people in the street.

I like to listen to the rush, calmness, serenity and surprise in the different footsteps

I like every speck of dust and every bird song

I like my father's love hidden under the stubble

I like my mother's shyness when I tucked in the lapel of her coat

I like the sweetness of the first love in the diary

I like the unrestrained freedom of the words.

I like dreaming, I like walking

I like this earthly world that is filled with the smoke and fire of the world

Modern Poetry: I like Part 3

I like

In the cold winter

I like

I like

to let the sun warm up the windowsill, the bookcase

and make it a warmer place for me to live.

In the warmth of gold

I like

to let the doves

the pigeons

the birds in the bookcase

fly over

and let them

yakkety-yak

talk and laugh

on the windowsill

and chase each other.

Chasing and playing

Not caring about the mountains

How lonely they are

Not caring about the seasons

How dull they are

At this time of the year

I like to

Stretch out my arms

Settle down and spread out in the sunlight

Let my hands turn the pages of a bright book

Turning the pages of a bright book

Letting my hands turn the pages of a bright book

Letting the hands turn the pages of a bright book

Letting my heart read

The quietness of the years

The days

Just flow like this

Unharmed

Happy, free

Modern Poetry: I like it Part 4

I like it

I like it

I like it

I like it

The sun that still sleeps

When I shake her

gently awake

Her bashful eye brows

redden my face face

I like

The sun that comes out of the bath

When I call her

gently awake

Her fiery eyes

turn my heart

into a dreamy, happy, and happy place.

Burns my heart to a crisp

I love

The diffuse, breezy sun

When I hold her on my arm as I walk through the fields

Her flowing .

Measuring me up

I like

The sun that's just gone to sleep

When I gently cover her with a blanket

And she kisses my hand fondly with the light she gives to the moon

On my hand

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