Let your dreams fly
In summer, the silk tapestry of willow gently stretches, pushing the daydream rippling on the water to the heart.
The daydream of shaking the sun in the dream finally has the wings of the dream.
In Yin Hui shed near a crescent moon, I gently closed my happy eyes with the sound of frogs.
Hold my sweet dream, open my hands and let my dream stay in the night sky.
Fly freely, sow the seeds of my hope and the flowers that fascinate me in the beautiful starry sky.
Delicate as fire illuminates the romantic night atmosphere, makes the stars jealous and makes the moon pale.
Standing on the edge of the village where the smoke is curling, I let go of my dream without hesitation.
Let the kitchen smoke become the coordinate of my feelings and seek a safe landing point for my dream.
I can't help flying my dream on the happy river bank.
Let the stream sing a ditty as a witness and provide a source of thought for the dream.
I want to fly my dreams and wake up my sleeping feelings.
Let the lost youth not leave too many regrets.
I will also decorate my inner space with dreams.
Let love stay in my long-awaited heart forever and let my dreams fly.
I will ignite the hope of love with passion and let red roses decorate the emotional starry sky.
Flying-my dream
Flying dreams/solo poems and
I like to wear strange military uniforms and sing strange military songs in this hazy moonlight and dim light.
Let the body be full of fatigue. Maybe all freshmen are accompanied by the sound of pain and struggle.
But I can't wait to start flying.
On this starting line full of confusion and belief, what cannot be ignored is always.
Contradiction, contrast, reflection In this era of cross-flow of personality and material desires,
But I have always loved kindness, simplicity, nature and poetry in my heart.
I cling to my dream, but I wander about my choice and lonely journey.
Maybe all the mistakes are due to the temptation of some weak light.
Can't stop a heart that wants to fly its dreams from the starting line full of confusion and belief?
Let your dreams fly
1 Youth is blue, like a deep clear sky, like a charming ocean.
Far-reaching and vast, full of fantasy.
Youth is green, like a green bamboo, like an open grassland.
Full of infinite vitality and vigor.
Youth is red, like a burning flame, like the rising sun.
Full of energy and hope, willing to selflessly contribute light and warmth.
Youth is white, like snow and waves, like clouds and the moon, and Bai Jie is flawless.
I like a blank sheet of paper, I like writing words, and I like drawing the latest and most beautiful pictures.
Youth is colorless. As the wind changes endlessly, as the fog is gorgeous and charming.
Indulge it and regret it for life; Ride it and ride the wind and waves.
Youth is colorful. With it, your life will be colorful.
Youth is a beautiful poem and a beautiful song.
Let's grasp it sincerely and let the flowers of youth bloom in four seasons.
Are the clouds of youth still hovering in the sky? The flower of youth bloomed without hesitation.
Someone said? Youth petals treasured in life photo album
Maybe just? A pair of eyes that can never be forgotten? An exciting smile.
What am I trying to say? Light of youth? When Ran Ran rises, will it be bright? The flower of youth? Will it shine after wind, frost, rain and snow? The course of youth? Writing a magnificent chapter requires constant fighting.
2. Poetry of youth
Youth is a song that never gives up. Youth is a never-ending river.
Youth is a book that never tires of reading. Youth is an endless cup of tea. Youth is a peak standing in the forest of nations.
In Qian Qian, the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian are carved. Youth is a pagoda of knowledge, with the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian, Qian Qian.
Youth is a tree, which is thriving and has withstood the test of wind and rain.
Youth is a flower in bud and wants to show its unique charm to the world.
I gave myself a youth gift with a passionate youth heart, that is, a youth poem.
There are a few kind flowers left on the lawn, and the sun is still burning warmly. Spoony sparrows pour out their autumn worries beside the dormitory.
I sat alone beside the familiar teaching building in the sunset, watching the hands of years erode the earth wall of youth.
Without the laughter of youth, how lonely the sky will be, watching the scenery of life and feeling the ups and downs.
Are you still whispering about your past with all your brothers in the upper bunk in King's Landing?
The leaves of acacia have been falling, but they are still on the school road intoxicated by magnolia for a long time.
The bell rang like a flood, and countless young students kept walking in the sun.
Wet, my affectionate eyes waved goodbye to Jingjing campus, and I began to look for it in a bitter cup full of coffee.
The taste of sugar cubes, the pursuit of ideals, about the ideals of young people, forget it, the streets are full of dreams.
Regret is broken. Yesterday, what we decorated with gorgeous language was just the ideal in the trash can.
When we are old, we start from the heart, but what we see in the mirror is the image of yesterday, and even we have no time to clean up.
The pure love between Yellow Diary and Pursuit of Tomorrow
Ideal? seek
-Huge waves
I wander at the crossroads of life, listening to the autumn wind and the singing of birds. I am looking for the ideal of youth and the pursuit of life.
I once wanted to see the earth on the moon. I once wanted to explore for oil on the continental shelf. I once wanted to turn the desert into an oasis.
I once wanted to develop tourism in the ends of the earth, but my dream became a dream.
I know that depression will only waste my life sighing, and I can only go blank. I don't want to be a passer-by of time
Come and go in a hurry, leaving no footprints, fate arranged us, and reality left us with resentment.
We can only choose the correct life coordinates to struggle, to pursue me and to climb mountains and mountains.
I walked, I walked across the stream, and the river kept flowing, so don't look back. I want to put down the long river of history.
To discover endless truths and leave a souvenir for the future world.
Love life, maybe my thin body is like climbing kudzu vine, and I can't grasp my own destiny.
Then please listen to my voice that I am still whispering repeatedly in the biting wind and rain: I love life. Maybe after the fierce struggle in life,
I died more peacefully than the lake. Then please go to the cemetery to find my inscription, which also says: love life.
I make up my mind: use pain as a weight, I have confidence: use life as a scale. I want to measure the value of a person's life,
I hope future generations will follow my example: love life. In fact, I cherish my winding wild path,
It is through this tortuous road that I realized how hard life is. I came barefoot like a waif,
I deeply felt the hardness of the hard rocks on the way, and the thorns that blocked the road left a blood trail every step I took.
I walk barefoot like a beggar, knowing the hunger and cold in the snow in winter and the burning of poisonous fire in summer.
This makes me cherish every trace of warmth a hundred times. But I have the personality to challenge the old forces,
Although I have experienced setbacks, I will never take it lightly. I can live tenaciously until now because I believe in the future and love life.
Walking alone in the street, looking sad and lonely, insisting on the belief of wandering.
My heart is full of friends who are eager to break through the old days. Where are you? Are you also busy drinking for your life?
That was a thing of the past, blowing in the wind. About the ideal, stop and wait, as if everything is still confused.
The Ideal Sunshine of Ice Rain's Modern Poems
Ideal sunshine, like water, T transparent body is charming. Start with a book and a casual look.
There is also a bizarre story, the obscure cause. When the snow melts, the birds in the sky will not stop singing.
The bright spring scenery outside the mountain is still a faint youth, responding to the demands of a person's soul with a green flow.
The ideal sunlight is reflected by water and water body, and then the perception of handstand is connected with the figure like a story.
Another story continues, forming its own body and world.
When the desert retreats, let the condensed clouds and unprovoked feelings drift with the wind, let the fearless spirits of the earth play holy and lasting music, and let the acacia and consciousness that go deep into fate point straight ahead. The ideal sunshine is hidden in the blue and profound meaning of water.
Its meditation is from far to near, from near to far, approaching step by step, approaching the nonsense of truth and illusion, and greed for dreams and conscience.
Moved by forgotten or ignorant eyes again and again.
All those love words must also be brought by ideals.
About life's perception of sunshine, the thoughts lurking in the soul are just like the old saying of this spring. What should we do?
Touching and reading with the hand of the soul can make the dull confusion in the mood cross the illusion in the cloud, and then suddenly realize the ideal.
Time flows eastward like running water, which is gone forever. Time has engraved my troubles on my head.
I know I grew up and recalled my childhood.
Infinite happiness is like a bird flying freely in the sky.
Now troubles occupy my whole mind, and I can't get rid of it.
However, I am here for my pursuit, my ideal.
Psychological helplessness
muddled thinking
Gather into a network
Wrapped my whole thin body. Ideal is a stone that sparks;
Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp; Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the road at night;
Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn. The ideal is the humility of "there is a knot before the excavation, and it is still humble outside Lingyun".
Ideal is the comfort of "crossing the wild without a boat"
The ideal is the state of mind of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"
The ideal is the heroism of "I laugh at the sky with a horizontal knife, and I leave two Kunlun mountains".