Ancient poems about chasing dreams 1. What are the ancient poems that express "chasing dreams"?
1, Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems, Fifth
Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
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The sadness of parting extends to the distant sunset. When I left Beijing, I felt like I was at the end of the world with a wave of my whip to the east.
I quit my job and went home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but it was not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.
2. Queqiao Xianyun is very clever.
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. (Du Tong: Du)
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
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Thin clouds are changing in the sky, meteors are conveying the sadness of acacia in the sky, and I quietly crossed the distant and boundless galaxy tonight. Tanabata meeting in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples who are together in the world.
* * * v. Acacia, tender as water, short will be like a dream, can't bear to see the magpie bridge road when leaving. As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?
3. Jiang Nanchun
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
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Birds are singing in the south of the Yangtze River, green grass and red flowers set each other off, and wine flags are flying everywhere in the foothills of waterside villages.
There are more than 480 ancient temples left over from the Southern Dynasties, and countless terraces are shrouded in wind, smoke, clouds and rain.
4. Leyuan Scenic Area
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
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I was in a bad mood at night and drove to Guyuan.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is dusk.
5. Persuasive poems
Song: Zhu
The days of youth are easy to pass away, and learning is difficult to succeed, so cherish every inch of time and don't let it go easily.
Before the sweet spring grass grows in the pond, the plane leaves in front of the steps have rustled in the autumn wind.
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The days of youth are easy to pass, but learning is difficult to succeed, so cherish every inch of time and don't let it go easily. The dream of growing spring grass in the pond is still awake, and the leaves of plane trees rustle in the autumn wind in front of the steps.
2. Urgently seek ancient poems about dreams or pursue dreams.
Sometimes I ride the wind and waves, raise my muddy sails and sail in the deep sea.
It's hard to go.
Author: Li Bai
The cost of pure wine, gold cup, a hip flask of 10 thousand copper, jade plate worth 10 thousand dollars.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice blocked the ferry; I want to climb the Taihang Mountain, but the sky is covered with snow.
I came to fish and sit on the stream, but I suddenly dreamed of driving a boat and sailing towards the sun.
It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
There are thousands of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world and make them happy.
The autumn wind broke the hut.
Du Fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.
Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the periphery of the river. The highest one hung with a long forest top.
The next person floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bullied me,
I couldn't bear to be a thief across the street, but openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest.
My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.
There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!
There are thousands of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world and make them happy.
The wind and rain are calm as a mountain. Oh!
Suddenly I saw the house in front of me, and it was enough for me to freeze to death alone.
The old horse lurks, aiming at a thousand miles.
The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun.
3. Ask for poems or essays about "chasing dreams"
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Dreaming of galloping on the vast grassland like a fine horse.
Dreaming of revealing a white and flawless body like white clouds, infiltrating into purity, overlooking the ever-changing world and witnessing the true feelings of the world.
Dreams fly freely in the ocean world like never-ending seagulls.
Dreaming that every task can be successfully completed and returned safely. Let my parents who love me rest assured, and let those who love me rest assured.
Dream. . .
But I always live in my inner dream, which is a halo dancing on the line of life. I lived with hope and difficulties in its light, trying to get close to it, but it never came true. Perhaps remoteness is the meaning of its existence, and existence itself is its real meaning to me!
Back to reality, I found that the harder my dream is, the more it will inspire me, so I must be grateful.
Dreams bring me firmness.
Dreams give me confidence.
Dream is a silent hope.
I will work hard for love and this distant hope until my dream comes true.
The dream of life is like a mountain peak. Maybe I can't reach the peak of my dream through all my life's efforts, but as long as I stubbornly approach it, I will be lucky after all.
Dream, I yearn for it all my life. . .
The realization of our dreams requires our down-to-earth efforts. Only a dream without action is a real daydream. Dreams will never fall from the sky, but we need to realize them ourselves. Without dreams, there is no hope, let alone any action. Stick to your dream! Don't let go! Poetry is very romantic, seemingly not close to reality, but it brings me enlightenment and wisdom. I can't think of any reason not to love poetry. Love poems! As Dickinson wrote in a poem:
No ship can be like a book,
No fine horse can compare with a jumping poem.
Take people far away,
Even the poorest people in this channel can go,
Don't worry about the toll,
How fuel-efficient this car is,
Carrying the human soul! ! !
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If we still have hope, we will never give up our dreams.
If we stick to our dreams, our life will not be empty.
In fact, since the day you decided, you have been on the road to your dream.
However, the dream is always ahead.
Not all the people around us live a mediocre life. They are all doing mediocre things with their dreams.
All dreams need forbearance and waiting.
I believe that the road to dreams is never a straight line.
Because I have a dream, I should do what I should do now.
When you do every simple little thing well, when you make every little thing different,
Please believe me, you are one step closer to your dream.
The realization of dreams requires wisdom in addition to opportunity and luck.
What is wisdom?
Not only do we know what our dreams are, but,
We need to know what our next goal is.
Many people with ideals can't achieve it.
Because they always can't see where their next step is.
The next step is still far from your dream.
However, for life,
This undoubtedly brings you one step closer to your dream.
Dream is a beautiful house.
You need many bricks of different shapes.
You are collecting different bricks now.
Maybe, we will never realize that dream.
However, the next step is completed.
It brings us closer and closer to our dreams.
Dreams are by no means unconditional
Dream is a strict teacher.
Need to test some puzzling questions.
We don't know why we need to do this.
But we have no choice but to finish it.
Sometimes we think simply.
I feel that I can pursue my dreams regardless of everything.
But I forgot.
In fact, it may be the opposite direction away from dreams.
I believe in all dreams.
It is a successful life full of responsibility.
When you have no conditions to choose freely.
Please remember
The dream is our next step.
Do every little thing well and be different.
We are approaching our dreams.
How's this?
4. Ancient poems about the pursuit of ideals
The pursuit of ideal ancient poetry: if you are poor, you will think about change, and you will not fall into the sky.
Swallows in Wang Bo are playing in firewood. They know how to swim in swans. -Tsao Zhi-fu is full of ambition, but Wan Li is near.
-Cao Zhi, since God has given talent, let it go and be hired! , spin one thousand silver, all back! . Li Bai has a dream of flying and wants to go to the blue sky to catch the bright moon.
-Li Bai But when you go up a flight of stairs, you broaden your horizons by three hundred miles. -Li Bai, one day I'm going to ride the wind and waves, straighten my muddy sail and cross the deep sea.
-Li Bai's life has never died since ancient times, pay attention to people. -Wen Tianxiang's "Sinking Boat" is accompanied by Qian Fan, and Wan Muchun's sick tree is in the front.
-Liu Yuxi is drunk today, and tomorrow will worry about tomorrow. -Luo Yin's "Self-Dispatch" is old and dormant, aiming at a thousand miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
-Cao Cao, once climbed to the top of the mountain to peek, and at a glance, all the other mountains looked short under the sky ...-Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" was not a heartless thing, but turned into spring mud to protect flowers. -Gong Zizhen, 30 years old, fame and dust, traveled 8,000 miles to Yunyue.
Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. -Yue Fei chisels the mountain with a thousand hammers, and when the fire is idle, it burns.
Don't be afraid of being smashed to pieces, leaving innocence in the world. I am a hero, and death is a ghost.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East. -Li Qingzhao has a long way to go, and I will search up and down.
Qu Yuan came from Phoenix, returned to his hometown, and traveled all over the world to beg for death —— The first sentence of Sima Xiangru's "Phoenix begging for death". The whole poem is: Feng Feng returns to his hometown and travels around the world to find his death.
I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today? There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines. Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and it is soaring! Burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning, burning.
Who knows in the middle of the night? My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad. These two piano pieces with the theme of "Seeking Phoenix" not only contain passionate courtship, but also symbolize the extraordinary ideals, lofty purport and tacit understanding of the hero and heroine.
"Phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix, phoenix. Taking the pursuit of love as the main line, it embodies the bold and blazing love view, and also reflects Sima Xiangru's persistent pursuit of life ideal, which broke through the feudal spiritual defense and led the anti-feudal upsurge of freedom of marriage and love for quite a period of time.
References:
Baidu encyclopedia.
5. Ask for poems or essays about "chasing dreams"
1, verse: Sleeping in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
From: Lu You, Song "Two Storms on November 4th"
Commentary: That night is almost over. I was lying in bed and heard the wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I was riding a horse in armor and crossing the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
2. Poetry: Who says there is no shortage of life? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
From: Su Shi in Song Dynasty, Huanxisha swam in autumn water in Qingquan Temple.
Interpretation: Who said that life can't go back to adolescence? The stream in front of the door can still flow westward! Don't sigh how time flies when you are old!
3, verse: I hate this body for a long time, when I forgot to camp.
Said by: Su Shi in Song Dynasty, Linjiang Xian, drinking Dongpo at night, sobering up.
Interpretation: I often resent that this body does not belong to me. When can I forget the fame and fortune?
4. Poetry: A strong heart is not as old as years, and you can still be a ghost when you are dead.
From: Lu You, Song Dynasty, two disgruntled books.
Interpretation: My strong heart didn't grow old and died in the same year. Even if I die, I can be a hero in ghosts!
5. Poetry: Lobbying is hard and hard.
Said by: Li Bai in Tang Dynasty, children of Nanling did not enter Beijing.
Interpretation: Lobbying Wan Chengwang has been suffering from late time, so he rushed over and began to run far away.
6. Poems about youth chasing dreams (online, etc. )
Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
The autumn wind blew off the leaves.
Maple red color and hazy beauty
The transition between heaven and earth
I know you're here
Welcome with open hands.
You slipped through your fingers.
I followed your trail.
Fly happily with our ideals.
Your smell stays on the lawn.
You float in the light blue sky with a kite.
How easy it is to keep balance.
You are my baby.
I can't walk or fly. I just want to.
Catch you so that you can stay forever.
This is autumn.
You are my soul.
Flying, a relaxed age.
Run, jump, observe and think.
Happy figure
Like a bird.
Flying among the green mountains and green waters
Look at the dew on your grass tip.
So you like freedom, too.
Evaporate your body.
Joy and sadness in the world
I am your God.
Waiting for you with a broad mind.
Want to hug your soft body
Kiss your shyness and sing my song in a low voice.
Caress your face and red lips.
Sexy makes me dream.
I managed to control my desires.
You once again led me into the abyss of crime.
Keep yours. Okay.
Still holding your hand.
Youth is like this.
Wild and uninhibited, full of thoughts
I don't feel tired when swimming.
I just want to sleep with you.
You are afraid to wake up your dreams.
Pouting and coquetry.
I quietly use my finger.
Click on the tip of your nose
You just jumped into my arms.
I feel your tenderness.
This poem is not over yet.
But writing too much is nonsense.
I want to keep an imaginary space.
Let's pray for such a beautiful thing together.
Have this youthful pride together.
Still an old saying
Fly, the dream city of youth.