Afternoon courtyard
Be particularly lazy
dandelion
Groaning silently in the scorching sun
In silence
Breeze blowing
A gentle kiss.
My dandelion
Your snow-white heroic posture
But it immediately became something.
Small umbrellas flying all over the sky
on a large scale
Pastoral scenery outside the lotus pond and courtyard
calmly
On the bamboo branches outside the courtyard
An unknown bird
Looking at everything in sight curiously
Small heartbeat
The footsteps are so light.
Helpless dandelion
You don't have flowers
You have no beautiful flowers.
But you want to fly with the wind
go to
Go after it.
Your once purple dream
Seeking dreams-chasing dreams
Air,
Suffocating,
It is full of noise, sweat and dust.
Under the neon lights,
It is gorgeous.
Flashing with bizarre lies,
There is an empty and lonely soul flowing.
This world,
True and false black and white
No boundaries;
This world,
Inside and outside the name,
We've been separated for a long time.
Vision,
It's blurred
Road,
Where is it?
Vulgar oars,
Disrupt a pool of calm water;
Impulsive emotions,
Inspire the generation of quiet spring;
Dancing flies,
Change the origin of the west;
Strange torches,
Burned the ancient books of civilization.
Let's go, let's go.
Go home,
Heart, very tired,
Ink, dry,
Paper, full of dust.
Let it go,
I am a hotbed.
Tired of sleeping,
In a trance.
Travel through time and space,
Fugue is too empty.
I see:
That large group of people,
It's a beautiful place.
Fascinated me;
That dome is empty,
The stars of that day,
Make my heart clear and happy.
Read elegant elegies,
Lie down and watch the history of ci and fu;
Draw an imitation of Wu Daozi,
Books near Wang Xizhi.
Sing su Liu ci,
Du Lishi
When you brush your ink, you get a cupboard.
Xuancheng paper and Korea.
Take a break, beauty!
Dust can't hide rough jade,
And impurity are stripped.
I'm excited,
I was intoxicated;
I like stacks,
I'm addicted.
Therefore, although the paper has been worn by dust,
But the depth still exists, and the light does not go out.
Let it go,
Ignore ridicule and disdain!
Phoenix nirvana,
Reborn from the fire.
Completely changed,
Tommy Tam, Skyquake.
Since then, this winding road has become straight.
The image of ignorance gradually became clear,
Restore the historical truth.
Loud and thin,
Elephants are invisible.
Come back,
Cultivate my barren countryside;
Come back,
Glory belongs to my beautiful flower of China.
Chasing the dream
Yueer Wan Wan
It used to be a dim light here.
Hope hangs on the branches.
That is the beloved bell of childhood.
Whenever the wind blows.
The bell began to ring.
Gently, quietly
Thoughts drift across the ocean
There is a ship moored there.
It will take me to the place where my dream began.
2. The world of modern poetry with the theme of "chasing dreams" is constantly changing.
Only dreams are eternal.
It's time to witness.
The miracle happened.
How great the ideal is.
Have love and holiness.
As long as you are sincere.
Can make the stars shine
Our parents.
Give birth to life
The teacher is for us.
Enlightenment that brings growth
Chasing dreams, chasing my peak.
People always try to climb up.
Chasing dreams, chasing my purity
The ideal kingdom has not disappeared.
Chasing dreams, chasing my wind
Good dreams are all done by yourself.
Chasing dreams, chasing my purity
I finally reached my peak.
Lovers and friends
Come with us.
Think for yourself.
This future is full of storms.
Chasing dreams, chasing my peak.
People always try to climb up.
Chasing dreams, chasing my purity
The ideal kingdom has not disappeared.
Chasing dreams, chasing my wind
Good dreams are all done by yourself.
Chasing dreams and my sincerity
I finally reached my peak.
3. Modern poetry with the theme of "chasing dreams" seeks dreams-the air of chasing dreams is suffocating, full of noise, sweat and dust.
Under the neon lights, it is gorgeous.
Blinking bizarre lies, floating empty and lonely souls. In this world, there is no distinction between true and false black and white; The world inside and outside the name has already fallen apart.
Vision, it's blurred. Road, where is it? Vulgar oars muddy the calm pool water; Impetuous mood shocked the generation of quiet spring; Dancing flies have mutated the origin of the west; Weird torches burned ancient books of civilization.
Home, heart, tired, ink, dry, paper, full of dust. Let it go, I am a hotbed.
I slept very tired and in a trance. Traveling through time and space, fugue is too empty.
I saw it: that gorgeous bunch, that charming section. Fascinated me; The empty sky and stars that day made my heart clear and happy.
Holding yasong, lying and watching the history of ci and fu; Painting imitates Wu Daozi, and the book is close to Wang Xizhi. Sing Su Liu's words, tread the poem.
You will get a pavilion with a pen, accompanied by Han Xuancheng paper. Take a break, beauty! Dust can't cover up the roughness of jadeite, but can peel off impurities.
I am excited, I am intoxicated; I love stacks. I'm addicted. Therefore, although the paper has been worn out by dust, it is still deep and immortal.
Let go of all ghosts, ignoring ridicule and contempt! Phoenix nirvana, reborn from the fire. Completely changed, Skyquake Tommy Tam.
Since then, the tortuous road has been straightened out, and the image of ignorance has gradually become clear and restored to the truth of history. Elephants can't see when the sound is loud and thin.
Come back to cultivate my barren countryside; Come back and shine on my beautiful flower of China.
4. Modern poetry about dreams 1, Dream Liang Yuanyuan doesn't have too many extravagant hopes, just a blue daydream. You see, the wings of the wind, you see, the eyes of the clouds are soaring like this, and they no longer wander with the warm sun ... forget the sorrow, where is my dream? In my hometown, it is my mother's village, ginkgo tree, Jialing River ... You said in the distance, it is my father's vicissitudes, bamboo pole. Away from yesterday's vicissitudes of life left the 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.
5. There is a modern poem Youth, which talks about youth and dreams.
_ _ _ _ samuel ullmann
Youth is not a period of time, but a state of mind;
Youth is not a soft knee with rosy cheeks and red lips, but a deep will, a grand imagination and passionate feelings.
Youth is the deep spring of life.
Youth pervades Changhong, courage overcomes timidity, and enterprising overcomes Gou 'an.
This spirit is born after the twenties, and it is more common for men in their sixties.
Getting old is not getting old, but giving up ideals will lead to getting old.
Years are long, and decline only reaches the skin; Enthusiasm gives up, decadence gives up the soul.
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns youth to ashes.
No matter how old you are, whether you plan to be 28 or 28, you have the joy of life and the temptation of miracles in your heart, as naive as a child.
In the center of everyone's heart there is an antenna, so long as you receive messages of beauty, hope, joy, courage and strength from the sky, you will always be young.
When the aerials are down, your spirit is covered with ice and snow, and you are covered with cynicism and self-denial. Even at 20, you are old.
However, as long as you put up your antenna to catch optimistic signals, you may die young at the age of 80.
6. Use the word "dream" to find dreams in modern poetry? Holding a long pole "Farewell to Cambridge"
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset,
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
Broken chapter
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
7. Modern poetry 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.
two
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.