A modern prose poem about dreams Part I: Dreams I have a dream.
I don't want to dream when I am awake.
Dare to think when you dream.
Oh, the flower of my dreams
Sow in front of your eyes
But it can only be opened at the end of the world.
A desolate mountaintop
In the weeds
It is easier to pick it than to find it.
Modern Prose Poems on Dreams Part II: Dreams Harvest Dreams
Brought by sowing
Harvest in the wheat field
Never, never stopped.
dream
Say goodbye to the low old house
Have a
Like a city resident.
Building a new home
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My parents and brothers.
Carrying a woven bag full of
luggage
Wait for the willow trees in the village to turn green
Come to this city.
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Pear is white.
Peach blossom powder.
Rape flowers dyed the wheat field yellow.
This city is full of people.
Rural Huang Cancan
Rapeseed field
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My parents and brothers.
Still stationed in
Urban construction site
do one's best
The sun is getting warmer.
be streaming with sweat (from fear or physical exertion)
High-rise buildings and concrete floors in cities
Even a mother in her fifties.
Sweat like rain!
My parents and brothers!
Modern Prose Poems on Dreams Part III: Dreaming like stars twinkling in the sky.
When you look up, you will always see them blinking naughtily.
They waited for me in the distance.
The flame in my heart was also lit.
Burning, persistent, longing, yearning
Enthusiasm and self-confidence appear on the sunny face.
I want to get on the train and chase my dream.
Then you can enjoy the scenery along the way.
I've been waiting for 1001 nights.
I will bloom in my full bloom.
Modern Prose Poems on Dreams Part IV: Dream that May is the season when azaleas are in full bloom.
In the sunshine,
Like a beautiful woman with a bright red heart.
Under the breeze,
Like a girl with a long skirt fluttering.
Flowers on the branches are like blooming dreams.
The same mountain is swaying and dancing with the clouds.
If my dream can fly freely,
Then I'm glad I'm a lucky man.
But dreams are like a stranded boat,
No matter how much I want to stand on tiptoe,
Touch the cheek of the sun;
No matter how much I want to sneak a look at fireflies,
Arrive at the moon palace;
The stars in the sky blinked and told me,