Inspirational Poetry of Middle School Students' Dreams

We are pursuing, perhaps full of fatigue, struggling between persistence and giving up! We believe that maybe it is full of doubts, and we hesitate between questioning and numbness! We are moving forward, perhaps scarred, hovering between forward and backward! This article is an inspirational poem about middle school students' dreams, which I carefully edited. I hope it will help you!

Rule number one: "My dream" even if

Dreams will become dreams.

Difficult to achieve

although

Ideal distance reality

So far away

but

There is still a blue sky of dreams in people's hearts.

Shed tears and sweat for my dream.

Dream sky

It is the hope of life.

Is the goal to be pursued

Is the source of strength.

Dream sky

It is a fairyland on earth in my heart.

This is the paradise in my dream.

This is a space where ideas can fly freely.

Dream sky

The sky is exceptionally blue.

Dream sky

The sunshine is exceptionally bright.

Dream sky

There will be no sadness and loneliness.

I have a dream.

Looking for hope in sunny places.

Put the happiness and smile of the past back on your face.

Rain washes away the whole life.

The wave of vows has long since receded.

A lonely shadow in the middle of the night

Has blurred my memory.

Tomorrow is still waiting, waiting to continue.

No longer expect anyone to shelter themselves from the wind and rain and snow.

No longer insist on memories, and finally can reproduce perfection.

No longer fantasize about you and me in fairy tales

The growth of ignorance should not be blamed.

Learn to cherish the limited sunshine in life.

Give yourself a pair of wings to fly freely.

From then on, I will look for the ideal that once appeared in my mind.

Chapter Three: The Author of Dreams/Wu Fan

The boat can't carry the stars all over the sky.

Just like it can't carry my sadness.

A deep night dream

Let me be silent, silent

Mark and dance

Use the worst tape.

Jump out of the worst step

Beautiful is a dream.

Cruelty, fate

Moonlight and the shadow of the house

I will never let go.

Hurt, this is a dream.

It becomes wet with water.

Love, this is a dream.

It turned into a fire and burned me.

All right, all right.

You said, hallucinations are hallucinations.

All right, all right.

I said, forget it.

Staggered busy streets

Like who misses you?

Calm face, you are a dream. ...

Chapter 4: Dreams Bloom on the Ruins Author/Lake Gu Yue

The sky is still dark.

Like a gray' mood has not yet opened.

Last night's thrilling night rain

Wash away gloomy disappointment

Look at the ruins in front of me

I will pick it up slowly after the sun comes out.

See the seedlings on the broken tiles?

I was suddenly full of confidence.

Wait for the dark clouds to clear.

Waiting for the crow of dawn

Thin-winged butterflies flap their wings.

I witnessed its life.

This is an often dark wilderness.

The indifferent figure shows that the helpless loneliness may come from the teasing of dark clouds.

Perhaps it stems from the preference of fate.

Sunshine seldom comes seriously.

Ye Fang is also very picky and unwilling to participate.

Occasionally, the mountain wind caresses the traces of desolation.

Sobbing seems to be mixed with the unspeakable sound of pain history.

This once glorious paradise

Now it's just a cycle of time.

Now it's just a forgotten ruin.

I don't know what year it is.

But it can't be too far.

Probably because of loneliness.

Still a butterfly

I can't bear to worship.

Or ambitious.

A gray cocoon unexpectedly appeared.

At the same time, new green leaves grew on the gravel, thinking that cocoons were just the impulse of moths to put out the fire.

I thought that green leaf was just careless grass left by a greedy bird that sprouted inexplicably.

Thought the world would never see hope.

Think that the world will always be just ruins.

Who cares?

So everyone ignored the whispers that had been brought out in the mountain wind.

That is the only dream left in the ruins.

It is a dream that sends out its wishes.

Plant its last seed at will.

If fate has no intention of scanning this ruin,

It will shake its head, convinced that unless the power of dreams.

Ruins are always just ruins.

When I finally waited until the dark clouds cleared again.

There is a small gap in the gray cocoon.

Pink buds spit out on the green leaves.

The crack gradually cracked and the skylight outside penetrated deeply.

Pink buds gradually expand and grow, emitting fragrance.

When a butterfly with thin wings flies.

The bud blossomed into a perfect flower.

Once a beautiful dream is sown, the water under the bridge

Hope only needs to see a glimmer of light.

The dark clouds have cleared.

The dream flowers on the ruins are graceful and touching.

So the fate of irreversible resistance.

All the land where dreams are sown has a gorgeous counterattack.

Don't worry about the ruins losing their luster.

Dreams are lost and forgotten hopes.

That careless seed can harvest a new spring.

Pupa is hope, green leaves are hope.

The ruins remain in our hearts forever.

There are ruins everywhere.

And only dreams can make it blossom into fragrant flowers.

Chapter 5: Looking for the Dream Author/Wu Xiaoqiu

Once,

Have a little wish.

Later,

Into a dream fluttering in the wind.

In ignorance,

The dream has already drifted away.

In a daze,

I lost my way in life.

In persistence,

I once longed for Iraq.

People who can forget to guide street lamps.

Finally,

In a hurry,

Epiphany, life tells me,

To find the lost dream.

So,

I looked and looked,

I saw 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,

Without cruelty, there is no courage.

Fortunately,

After thousands of pursuits,

Finally overlooking.

Since then,

I only care about the hardships.

Article 6: Dream Sky Author/Chen Su

My dream is a stranded boat.

Skinny, chapped and tired

Mottled patent leather, a broken mast

White sea salt layer

It's tears flowing.

Many times, I also raised my sails.

Follow the call of the other side of the blue sea

Facing the future, full of expectations

But as short as a cigarette.

The roar of the wind and waves is like the carnival of wild animals.

Like one nightmare after another.

Full of holes, lingering.

My life is smoke floating everywhere.

My future is a bottomless black abyss.

A fragmented dream

Pieces of sad regret

My sadness was doomed ten thousand years ago:

An unyielding soul will always experience difficulties.