My youth, my dream poem

Lead: Dreams are by no means dreams, and the difference between them is usually worth pondering. The following is a poem about my youth and my dreams. Welcome to refer to.

Chapter one: About my youth, my dream poem "Youth? My dream blooms for you.

midnight

My thoughts flew over the galaxy.

Fall asleep in deep thought.

In a dream

With your furry face

Real. hug

once

Stupid enough to let yourself live for missing.

Let you be the whole of life

Let every dream bloom for you.

Don't let a second pass you by.

Let every heartbeat speed up for you.

Let every smile show you.

Let every tear fall for you.

Every time I slow down, I just wait for you.

once

There are many for you every time.

because

young

We are unscrupulous.

Because young

The wonderful family relationship turned into deep love.

Because young

Treat everything as love.

Because young

We are stubborn and persistent.

Because young

We won't let it go easily.

Because young

So profound

Chapter two: About my youth, my dream poem "Dream of Youth".

If youth is a dream,

I hope the wind in your dream won't blow away,

Clouds that cannot be dispersed by rain,

Summer provides you with shade,

Stay with you in winter,

Looking at your joy and happiness,

Feel pain and sadness,

Spring flowers and autumn fruits, we walked together,

The prosperous dream of youth,

You see young smiling faces in your dreams,

How many people understand their joys and sorrows,

A young and ignorant man,

How many vows of youth can be buried,

What a beautiful dream of youth,

Happy or sad,

Love or hate,

Who wants to get out of it,

For such a prosperous youth dream,

We used to prefer not to wake up.

Chapter 3: About my youth, my dream poem "The Dream of Youth Blooming".

If I refuse the morning sunshine

Blend into the night sky

My sleepless eyes

My soul is rippling in the darkness

Xingyue has fallen asleep.

Flowers wither in tears at night.

Beauty will slip away at night.

My mind is getting old, too.

Give time a question mark.

What are you?

Why are you in such a hurry?

Can you give me a dream?

Give me one when I wake up.

Can see the dream of youth blooming

A faint fragrance came to the nose.

I took it to the sacred palace.

Chapter four: About my youth, my dream poem "In the Prime of Youth".

When I was in my prime

No sorrow, no sorrow.

On the endless grassland

Pastoral pastoral of grazing youth and happiness

When I was in my prime

No tears, no sadness.

In the starry night sky

A rising star who pursues the ideal of youth

When I was in my prime

No loneliness, no sadness.

In spring, a hundred flowers blossom.

In the season of youthful love.

When I was in my prime

No loss, no sadness.

In an epic era

Fly the hydrogen balloon of youth dream.