Find a poem called Give Me Wings.

Give me wings.

Give me wings, give me wings, I am the hope in your heart!

I am like a silkworm in a cocoon.

Finally bite through the net he weaved.

I'm like an unearthed cicada.

Finally, I saw the green shade and the sun again.

I am like a bird that has broken out of its cage, I am like a mast full of sails in the wind, and I am like a chirping hammer off the string, whistling and shooting ...... ahead

Give me wings, give me wings, I am hope, I want to fly.

My flight is an unyielding pursuit, my flight is an indomitable song, from the cold winter to the green fields of spring, from the night to the dawn of the sun, from the dream to the boiling reality, from the desert to the fruitful ocean, over all gray barriers, and from all melancholy and despair.

Give me wings, give me wings, my goal is far away.

Don't want the delicate butterflies, don't be the frivolity of dragonflies, don't want the dandelions, don't want the wandering of migratory birds, my wings are the wings of the eagle, my yearning is the yearning of the eagle, let the wind and rain rush, let the mountains and rivers grow, my eyes are poor, my heart gallops ......

Give me wings, give me wings, I am hope, I want to fly.

After experiencing the chaotic fog, I am sober, breaking through the invisible net, I am liberated, the wind and sand do not blow my eyes, the cold current does not break my ambition, my feathers will be plump in the fight, my muscles and bones will be strong in the struggle, the blue sky will be vast because of me, and the front is flashing with the light of ideals......

Give me wings, give me wings, I am the hope in your heart!

Summer 1982.

Finally found the way.

A heart, a moment, a little bit of ideals, step by step.

In the darkness it was you who gave me a beam of light.

You're slowly making me stronger.

Change makes me no longer confused.

It's the withdrawal that makes you more nervous.

If flying in the blue sky.

i can feel you in my dream ,in my life

So dashing Everyone knows that a butterfly with broken wings can no longer fly.

How much sadness is never willing to tell others.

Happy times will land beside the brave.

My wish will always come true.

Everyone knows that a butterfly with broken wings can no longer fly.

How much sadness is never willing to tell others.

Happy time (I look forward to hope), sincerely to meet the sun in my heart, and after the wind and rain, there will be my fragrance.

Give me a pair of wings, and I will fly to the blue sky, and dye the clouds with beautiful colors, so that the world will be full of color, and the heavens and the earth will be more beautiful. If I were given wings, I would fly to the homes of the wounded with medicine to heal them and bring them joy. If I had been given a pair of wings, I would have flown to the exciting moment of the founding ceremony on October 1, 1949, to see that exciting moment, to experience for myself the hatred of war.

If I had been given a pair of wings, I would have flown to the pre-World War II and call on people to stop the war, so that the day will come sooner rather than later. If I were given a pair of wings, I would fly to the Sahara Desert and bring a rain to it, and spit out green shoots again, becoming a treasure land. If I were given a pair of wings, I would fly four or five thousand years ago to see how the pyramids were built and solve the world's puzzles.

If I were given a pair of wings, I would fly out of the galaxy to find a planet inhabited by creatures like the earth, and bring the knowledge from there to the earth, so that everyone who lives on the earth would have profound knowledge and make the earth smarter. If you give me a pair of wings, I will scatter their seeds all over the land of China and inside and outside the Great Wall with happiness and love. If I were given a pair of wings, I would ......I'll fly to tomorrow, to that bright tomorrow.

In the crowded** I ran around in a daze I didn't know what I was pursuing No wings to take me on sail I stood on tiptoe But I couldn't see the direction of the end I didn't know if it was harvesting or falling I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired I've also dreamed of having a pair of wings I've also hoped that the beautiful Angel will fly with me I've also fantasized that there is always sunshine in the world of fairy tales I've also longed for a group of angels to grow up with me Neon lights bury a few things that make people lose themselves** The stars twinkle but make the night more lonely The lonely fireflies can't find the way home The cold moon laughs at me too sentimental I also want to be strong How can my thin shoulders not carry hope I also fantasize about the sunshine But I don't know the faint sunshine Can't drive away the desolation.