Poetry about childhood, childlike innocence and childlike interest (modern poetry)

I want to be a carefree child,

Living in a cave on the vast plateau;

Wandering in the hazy wilderness,

Jump on the blue waves.

Saxon flashy customs,

Different from my free will.

The rugged hillside reminds me of it.

The surging boulders make me happy.

Fate, please take back the rich fields,

Take away this resounding honorary title!

I hate watching others condescend,

I hate being cared for by slaves.

Let me go back to the place I love,

Listen to the roar of rocks and the sea;

That's the scenery I've been familiar with since I was a child.

Let me watch it again.

I noticed that when I was young,

This is not my world;

Ah! Why should the shadow of the underworld be covered up,

Covering the world's farewell to the world?

I used to have glory in my dreams,

This is a magical illusion in Elysium;

Reality! Why do you use annoying brightness,

Lead me into such a secular world.

Love leaves me,

Friendship has long since ended;

How can such a heart not be lonely?

When all initial hopes have been dashed.

Although there are fun friends toasting,

Bad feelings can only be avoided in an instant;

Binge drinking can cheer up crazy souls,

But my heart is still lonely and sad.

How boring it is to listen to their conversation;

These people have nothing to do with me,

Family, power, wealth or luck,

But we've only met before.

Please give me back some loyal friends!

Please return my initial youth and love!

Avoid noisy entertainment in the middle of the night,

Their joy is only nominal.

Beautiful person, isn't it?

My hope, comfort and everything?

Even your smile has lost its charm,

How can my heart not be full of chill!

Customs is so rich and miserable,

Farewell from now on, no regrets;

Quiet makes me feel satisfied-

Virtue knows it.

Escape from this bustling world—

Not hate, just want to avoid;

I want to find a quiet valley,

Let the dark mind depend on the dark color.

Please give me a pair of wings:

Like a turtledove flying back to its nest,

I also want to spread my wings and fly in the air.

Float to the distance, and peace will last forever!

There is also a bilingual song, please enjoy it.

I remember, I remember the house where I was born. In the morning, the sun peeped in through the small window. He never blinks early, nor does he stay an extra day; But now, I often hope that the night will take away my breath.

I remember, I remember: in the room where I was born, in the morning, the sun peeped through the small window; He never comes a moment early or stays long, but now, I often hope that the night will take away my breath.

I remember, I remember red and white roses, violets and lilies-those flowers made of light! The lilac where the robin built his nest, where my brother put the golden chain flowers on his birthday-that tree is still alive!

I remember, I remember: roses are red and white, violets and lilies-all flowers made of light! There are lilacs where robins nest, and gold chain flowers planted on my brother's birthday-it's still alive!

I remember, I remember the place where I used to swing, and I think the air must be fresh for flying swallows; My soul is flying in feathers, which is so heavy that the summer pool water can hardly cool the heat on my forehead.

I remember, I remember: I used to swing there, thinking that the wind blowing on my face was so refreshing, and the swallows in the wind must feel the same way; The heart that used to fly freely is now so heavy that even the pond in summer can't cool the fever on my forehead!

I remember, I remember the fir tree was black and tall; I used to think that their slender tips were close to the sky: this is a naive ignorance, but now this little joy makes me know that I am farther away from heaven than when I was a child.

I remember, I remember: lush, towering firs; I used to think that their slender treetops were approaching the sky; Although it was just a child's innocence, I am seldom so happy now. I know that the paradise that was so close to me when I was a child is getting farther and farther away now.

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