My dream
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.
I have a dream.
Author: morning in the ocean
I have a dream.
This is an impossible dream.
I want to stand on tiptoe.
Touch the cheek of the sun
I want to sneak attack fireflies.
Arrive at the palace of the moon
The stars are twinkling all over the sky
tell me
The Milky Way is a sea that can never swim.
Dreams bloom on the ruins
Author: Lake Kyle Johnson
The sky is still dark, like a gray mood, and it has not been unsealed.
The thrilling night rain last night washed away the gloomy disappointment.
Looking at the ruins in front of me, I will pick them up slowly after the sunshine.
When I saw the seedlings on the broken tile, I was suddenly full of confidence.
Waiting for the dark clouds to clear, waiting for the dawn to sing
The thin-winged butterfly flapped its wings, and I witnessed its life.
This is often a dark wilderness, and the indifferent figure shows helpless loneliness.
Maybe it comes from the trick of dark clouds, maybe it comes from the preference of fate.
Sunshine is rarely taken seriously, and Ye Fang is very picky and unwilling to participate.
Occasionally, the mountain wind caressed the traces of desolation, and sobs seemed to be mixed with unspeakable pain.
The voice of history recorded 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 I'm sure it won't be too far.
Maybe it's loneliness or a butterfly.
Can't bear to worship? Or ambitious.
A grey cocoon actually appeared? At the same time, new green leaves grew on the gravel.
Thought 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 to send it out, and it is willing to plant the last seed at will.
If fate has no intention of scanning the ruins, it will shake its head, for sure.
Unless the power of dreams, ruins will always be 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 light 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 blooms 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.
Looking for a 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.