The poem "Light My Dream in the Starry Sky"

1. Middle school dream I once had a dream. In my dream, I was wearing a white robe and walking in a hurry in the hospital. I am a doctor in that hospital. This is my dream, and it is also my dream. I often have a dream. In my dream, I wore a handsome flight suit and sat in the driver's seat of an airplane. I am the pilot of that plane. This is my second dream and my second dream. I have another dream. Inside, I wear a flat uniform and command the soldiers with dignity. I'm the captain. This is my third dream and my third dream. I always have a dream, that is, to realize all my dreams and turn every dream bubble into every hope. This is my last dream. 2. Let your dreams fly, and let them bloom like flowers in your loneliness and mine. Hesitation in the sunset, singing your poems, dreaming your dreams, I am intoxicated, looking for the flowers you passed, looking for the fragrance that fascinated you at the beginning. The sun is hostile, penetrating the glass of my house and my heart, bringing fierceness and incomparable power. I threw away my jasmine and ran to the lake. The lake with a wide lake and a small paper boat folded in childhood once carried my eyes and sailed for the pleasure of yearning for freedom with the gentle wind. My lake is small and my dream is big. My ship can't sail out of this limit. When I wander in the storm, I feel powerless. What is swaying in the wind and rain is your own life, and what is walking in the rough is your own figure. I took a step to break through, but I was lost in the milky fog. This loss concerns my soul. My dream, I will hold her high and lift her to the top of the mountain in the whistling wind, hoping that she will not fall, otherwise, I will break up with her. Tears of the sunset float in the dense glow.