Poetry about dreams is modern 1. Modern poetry about ideals
ideal
Liu Shahe
Ideal is a stone, knocking out a single spark;
Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp;
Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the way forward;
Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn.
In the age of hunger and cold, the ideal is food and clothing;
In the era of food and clothing, the ideal is civilization;
In chaotic times, the ideal is stability;
In a stable era, the ideal is prosperity.
Ideals are like pearls, one after another,
Throughout the ages, the future is endless.
Beautiful pearl chain, the backbone of history,
The past shines today, the present shines now, and the ancestors shine on their children.
Ideal is a compass to guide ships;
Ideal is a ship, carrying you to sea for a long voyage.
But the ideal is sometimes the arc of kissing between the sea and the sky.
Out of reach, tormenting your heart.
Ideal makes you smile and observe life.
Ideal makes you stubbornly resist fate.
Ideal makes you forget the early gray hair on your temples;
Ideal makes your head white and naive.
Ideal is an alarm clock to break your golden dream;
Ideal is soap to wash away your selfishness.
Ideal is not only an acquisition,
Ideal is a kind of sacrifice.
If ideals bring you honor,
That's just a by-product of it,
But more is misunderstood loneliness,
Laughter in loneliness, bitterness in laughter.
Ideal makes honest people often suffer misfortune;
Ideals keep the unfortunate people alive.
Ordinary people are great because they have ideals;
People with ideals are "capitalized people".
There are always people in the world who abandon their ideals.
Ideals never abandon anyone.
Give new life to sinners, ideal is the immortal grass that awakens the soul,
Call the prodigal son back, the ideal is a loving mother.
The ideal has been defiled, so there is no need to resent it.
That's the devil testing your loyalty;
Ideal has been pickpocketed, don't cry,
Go get it back, and be careful in the future!
The hero lost his ideal and became a mediocre man.
Exaggerated the achievements of the year;
Mediocre people lose their ideals and remain mediocre all their lives.
Ridiculously cursing the immediate environment.
Ideal flowering, peaches and plums should bear sweet fruit;
The ideal bud, elm poplar will have shade.
Please get on the ideal horse and start here with a whip.
Spring is just on the road and the sky is sunny.
Ideal-dedicated to people with ideals all over the world.
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Some people say that ideals are utopian dreams.
Some people say that ideals are the deception of schemers.
Some people say: Ideal is mental madness.
Some people say that ideals are the shield and sword of losers.
I want to say: you have become a godless tramp.
I want to say: you have become a small wooden sail floating around.
I want to say: you have become a dissolute man.
I want to say: you have become a self-prisoner on the decadent stage.
Ideal: I need diligent people to keep irrigation.
Ideal: I need the test of the will of the frustrated.
Ideal: I need the fearless courage of the wearer.
Ideally, I need calm people to be patient.
God said: Ideal is everyone's crown.
God said: Ideal is everyone's file.
God said: Ideal is everyone's spaceship.
God said: Ideal is everyone's temple.
2. Modern poetry about dreams
About dreams, the most famous thing is that Haizi faces the sea and bloom is warm in spring. From tomorrow on 1, be a happy person, feed horses, chop firewood and travel around the world. Starting from tomorrow 1, I care about 1 food and vegetables. I have a house, facing the sea, full of spring flowers. Talk to everyone in 1 and tell them my happiness. That 1 Happy Flash 1 told me by electricity. I will tell you 1 give every river 1 give every mountain 1 a warm name, stranger. I wish you 1 a bright future. I wish you a happy life in the world. I only wish 1 to face the sea. I drew a pause in bloom in spring. This modern poem is very short, but it can be said that it is a household name and meets the requirements of reciting. Other information can be searched by Baidu.
I only represent my personal opinion, and I hope I can help you.
3. Modern poems about dreams
1, Liang Yuanyuan's dream is just a blue daydream. You see, the wings of the wind, you see, the eyes of the clouds are soaring like this, they no longer wander with the warm sun ... forget the sadness in their dreams. In my hometown, it is my mother's village, ginkgo tree, Jialing River ... You said that in the distance, it is my father's vicissitudes, bamboo baskets ... far away and waved away yesterday's vicissitudes and left my original hometown, which is Chuanjiang, the hometown of a singer who sings with long feelings. Embroidered purse doesn't have much extravagant hopes, just a loud mother-looking, a magnificent mountain-looking, so unrestrained water wanders, and there is no more melancholy of dreams ... 2. Embrace hope: anonymous dreams are a noble bridge, and they all have dreams no matter whether they can reach the other shore in the end.
In the process of pursuing our dreams, we are growing. How beautiful youth is! On the huge stage of youth, we can be a bird.
A bird has just left its mother's arms. Its dream is blue sky, so we try our best to run to the blue sky. If its dream is on the ground, we are at best ostriches on the ground. If we want to fly to a bluer place in the blue sky, our dream is those wings! On the huge stage of youth, we may just be a clear spring, weak and thin, just reaching the ground.
The dream is the sea. We will struggle to converge to the sea, our dreams will stagnate on the ground, and we will eventually evaporate and cease to exist.
If we want to live a wonderful life, we must go where we can live, find the value of survival and integrate into the big family of society. Dreams are that kind of powerful power! On the huge stage of youth, we may still be as slender as grass, unable to fly or move. In the fierce competition for survival of the surrounding trees, the fledgling need to survive the fittest, not strong but tough.
Dream is sunshine, with that persistence and tenacity, sunshine is everywhere. Without dreams, life may soon dry up.
Dreams are the spiritual power to extend life. Dream Author: Anonymous once, I had a small wish. Later, it became a dream that fluttered with the wind.
In ignorance, the dream has already drifted away. In a daze, I lost my way in life.
In persistence, I used to languish for Iraq. People who can forget to guide street lamps.
Finally, in the hurry of time, I had an epiphany. Life told me to find my lost dream. So, I searched and found it waving to me in the distance.
That's the road to dreams. That's the intersection where I met teenagers.
It's just that this road is full of thorns, but life says there is no courage without cruelty.
Fortunately, after thousands of pursuits, I finally saw it. From then on, I only care about suffering.
4. Dream Author: Anonymous My dream is a stranded boat with skinny bones, cracked, tired and mottled paint, and layers of white sea salt on the broken mast are countless tears poured out. I have also raised my sails, followed the call of the other side of the blue sea, and faced the future, full of expectation but short-lived, the roar of the wind and waves, and the nightmare of wild animals again and again. My life is smoke floating everywhere, and my future is a bottomless black abyss with a series of broken dreams and sad regrets. My sadness was predestined ten thousand years ago: an unyielding soul always has to go through difficulties. 5, Dream Author: Anonymous I am chasing a sunset, but I still can't catch up with the passage of time. This era always plays a charming voice in my ear. My shadow is still clinging to colorful dancing lights, letting that love song flow from my heart, sipping bitter wine and looking at the future life or death in confusion. Can I have another ostentatious dream? This meteor-like era is lost or reborn, but I still can't find its main theme. I want to make an excuse for myself. When I fell down successfully, I told myself countless times that it was just an accident, and my dream would come quietly tomorrow. I haven't finished my dream yet. How can I love you? What a wonderful vision you gave me. My dream is flashing.
4. Modern poems about ideals
No ideal equals no soul! Human life always tries its best to spread to the highest ideal, spreading endlessly, eliminating stale organizations and stagnant functions one by one, and opening up a new situation.
-"Selected Works of Li Dazhao"! I think the foundation of all liberation is spiritual liberation. -"Selected Works of Li Dazhao"! The ideal of life is for the ideal life.
-Zhang Wentian's Politics and Economy under the Dictatorship of the Proletariat! A person with a full spiritual life must be an ideal person, a noble person, and a person who is only a material master rather than a material slave. -Tao Zhu: Ideal, sentiment and spiritual life! A person who can think is really a person with infinite strength.
-Balzac: On artists! Thought can gain value in reality, and only at this time, that is, those who devote themselves to the struggle for lofty ideas have enough power to fully realize this idea. -the complete works of Chernyshevski! In my opinion, we should find spiritual strength in idealism, which can not make us proud, but also enable us to set up higher hopes and dreams.
Madame Curie! No purpose. When the individual is finished, the purpose is finished.
-"ostrovsky two volumes".
5. Modern poems about dreams
Dreams are far away.
How high is the blue sky?
How long is this river?
I used to think quietly.
I also deeply yearned for it.
Flowers fade and bloom again.
The dark clouds are coming again
Only sigh time
Walk too fast
remote
Your broad mind
Are you waiting for me to come gently?
Thousands of miles away
I won't be too far away
It's just a bumpy road.
I always fall down.
Don't worry.
Please be patient.
Wait until the peach blossoms open.
I will give you a surprise.
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The ideal of moths
moth
Often lost in thought
Think about yourself.
Look at life
Full of heart
The brain is expanding.
I just think too much
Still can't stand the bondage.
All the time.
Calm down.
After being happy
Bring panic
all
Sounds, colors, dogs and horses
Finally disappeared in the ashes.
Go forward without hesitation
Jump on the flame
Moss firmly believes.
If you want to lose, you will lose to pursuit.
If you want to pursue it, you should pursue your own ideals.
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Three flying dreams
Fly your dreams and stick to them.
No matter how long the road is
Flying dreams are full of passion.
I believe you can realize your dream.
Let go of your dreams.
A firm belief will surely make you brilliant.
I want to tell the world.
Give yourself a hope.
Hope will become an infinite power.
I want to tell the world.
Even if there is a storm.
Can't stop my wings from flying
I want to tell the world.
As long as you persevere
Even if I get hurt, I will cry.
But I will never give up.
6. Collect ancient poems and modern poems about ideals.
On the ideal poem 1, the old horse crouches and aims at a thousand miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
(Wei's "Tortoise is Longevity") 2. Leap, not ten steps; This is a great contribution to the success of Ma Xu. (The Warring States Period Xun Kuang's "Persuasion") 3. One dollar a day, a thousand days; The rope saws wood, but water drops stones.
("Luo Song Da Jing He Lin Yu Record") 4. It is a nine-mile mountain, and it falls short. (Huai Nan Zi by Liu Han 'an). If you are sincere, the stone will open.
(Southern Song Dynasty Ye Fan's Book of the Later Han Dynasty) 6. But as long as you climb a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles. (Don Wang Zhihuan, "In the Lodge of Herons") 7. Nothing is difficult in the world, if you put your mind to it; Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets his mind to it.
(Qingyuan Mei's Poems with the Garden) 8. If you are ambitious, you will live a hundred years. (Qing Shi Yukun's "Three Heroes and Five Righteousnesses") 9. Worry and fatigue can rejuvenate the country, and ease can die.
(Song Ouyang Xiu, The New History of the Five Dynasties? The legend of Lingguan) 10, the blade is sharpened, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold. On the basis of the official book "Thousands of Seven-character Couplets", others are: 1, nine-story platform, starting from the soil; A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
(Spring and Autumn Laozi's "Tao Te Ching") 2, often jade is not cut, not a tool; A gentleman has no virtue without learning. (Han Bangu, Hanshu) 3. If you can't learn, ask if you don't know; Although you know it, you must put it down before you know it.
(Han Han Ying's Biography of Chinese Poetry) 4. Read it a hundred times and see what it means. (Jin, "The Three Kingdoms") 5. Never tire of learning, never tire of teaching.
(The Analects of Confucius) 6. Accumulated soil is a mountain, and accumulated water is the sea. (Confucianism Effect of Xun Kuang in the Warring States Period) 7. If you want to work hard, the iron pestle is ground into a needle.
(Cao Mingxue Spring's Zhong Shuguang Ji) 8. Reading breaks thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god. (Tang Du Fu's Twenty-two Rhymes for Wei Zuocheng Zhang) 9. Bian Wei grinds the inkstone repeatedly, and he copies the years by hand.
(Song Luyou's "Poetry of the South") 10, black hair does not know how to study hard early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late. (Tang Yan's true feelings "Persuasion") 1 1, Shushan has a hard road, and learning the sea is endless.
Modern poems include: Ideal Sunshine-Modern Poems of Ice Rain. The ideal sunshine and transparent body are fascinating. It begins with a book, a casual look and a bizarre story. The reason for the obscurity is that the snow has melted and the songs of birds in the sky are no longer interrupted. The clear spring outside the mountain is still a faint youth. It responds to the appeal of human mind with green water. The ideal sunlight is reflected by water and water body, and then the upside-down perception and figure are like a story connected with another story, forming one's own body and world. When the desert retreats, let the condensed clouds and unprovoked feelings drift with the wind, let the fearless spirits of the earth play holy and lasting music, and let the lovesickness and enlightenment that go deep into fate point to all the words of love ahead. It must also be the feeling of life and sunshine hidden in the soul brought by the ideal. Fu's thoughts are like the old saying of this spring. How to touch and read with the hand of the soul can make the dull confusion in the mood pass through the illusion like a cloud, and then suddenly be enlightened. Ideal is a compass to guide ships; Ideal is a ship, carrying you to sea for a long voyage. But the ideal is sometimes the arc of the kiss of the sea and the sky, which is unattainable and tortures your enterprising heart.
Urging you to take firm steps in the vast sea, if the ideal brings you honor, it is only an accessory. However, only those who have experienced it understand that the ideal is the vibrant sunshine in the ruins, guiding you to overcome difficulties and move towards the future. Ideal is not the rhetoric of a visionary, but the belief of a down-to-earth person. It takes you unremitting efforts to realize your ideal. It is not a ready-made picture scroll, but a blank piece of paper that needs you to paint and render. Ideal is not a lush oasis, but a desert, which needs you to reclaim and transform. Reality is not a reason for us to give up our ideals, but an excuse for people who love ease to deceive themselves. Ordinary people are great because they have ideals. People with ideals are "capitalized people".
There are always people in the world who abandon their ideals. On this long road, they chose to abandon their ideals but never abandoned anyone. There are also ideal people who choose to go all the way to the end and give new life to sinners. Ideal is the immortal grass that revives the soul and calls the prodigal son back. Ideal is a loving mother.
The hero lost his ideal, and the key to his success has since degenerated into mediocrity in the past glory. The lighthouse that lost its life is in darkness all its life, and the flowers of ideals bloom brilliantly in our hearts, and peaches and plums will bear sweet fruits; The ideal bud, elm poplar will have shade. Please take the ideal horse and start with the whip. Spring has just started, and the sky is sunny.
Stars Author Bing Xin Stars twinkle-Have you ever heard of them in the deep blue space? In the silent dim light, they deeply praised each other's second childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the tearful smile in the memory, and the trembling of 30,000 hectares-the moon on the dark island has come up with the source of life and the place of death! Fourth brother is the first! Three bright and happy stars in the soul, gentle and unspeakable children in the depths of the soul! How to describe darkness? The depth of the soul, the depth of the universe, the rest place under strong light, and the reverse side of six mirrors feel unnatural. Why don't you turn over? Only lonely and angry people are awake! Listening to the fortuneteller's gong beating the fate of the world, eight residual flowers dotted the branches, birds flew away and scattered all over the floor-life is also such a glimpse. Nine dreams are the most hidden! Tell you the secrets and worries in your soul clearly and honestly. Ideal is definitely not the kind of beautiful garden in the picture. The degenerate products of boring times, high heels and castanets on my fingers can satisfy my heart. I gave it back to Gavagni, a poet with chlorosis, his beautiful woman and the noisy crowd in the hospital, because none of these pale roses is like my red ideal.
This heart is as deep as a ravine, Lady Macbeth. What it needs is you, evil soul, Aeschylus' dream in full bloom in the wind, or Michelangelo's daughter on a great night. You calmly put on a strange posture, and that charm just corresponds to the smell of Titan. Mu Dan has no ideal portrait like a plant. He grows in spring and turns yellow in autumn. He can't sum up his life, and he can't give hope in the face of despair.
People without ideals are like running water. Why can't they hear it sing?