Dream Reality 1 No ideal portrait is vegetation,
It grows in spring and turns yellow in autumn.
It can't sum up life,
Faced with despair, it offers no hope.
No ideal person is like running water,
Why can't you hear it sing?
Facts have proved that it has become the precipitation of reality.
It gradually silted up and became a dirty pond.
No ideal person is an empty house.
Without a master, it closes its doors and windows,
The wall of life is covered with dust,
It's knocking outside, but there's no sound inside.
Then open it, and life is crying:
Let an elf from the evil distance
Invade his heart, torture him,
Because he saw heaven on earth.
According to its logic, ideal is a maze.
The farther you go, the less you can reach your destination.
Oh, ideal, what a wonderful feeling,
But when it flows into the real bottom ice cave,
What you see is the wasteland in the north,
Let your rich heart go bankrupt.
"I am the most reasonable assumption,
I stand on solid ground. "
But the reality is an insidious quicksand,
Only muddy feet can pass through.
"I show people the noble path,
My light can penetrate your fog. "
No matter how many people die for her,
Our wisdom ultimately comes from doubt.
No doubt? Then follow her,
Like chasing a jack-o'-lantern, I don't know where to go.
Dream Reality Poetry 2 (1)
In the dead of night,
I read slowly,
The history of China,
For thousands of years,
What magical and legendary scenes,
Brilliance is before my eyes. ......
(2)
In ancient times,
How many legends have been bred?
Pangu opened the sky,
The goddess mended the sky,
Day after day in Kuafu,
Houyi shoots the sun,
The Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon,
The flying dream of Chinese descendants ......
(3)
Transcend from here
For thousands of years,
A slender line,
Let the kite fly,
Screaming at the sky,
Let it fly!
The higher the better,
As far away as possible,
However, they pinned their hopes on Chinese descendants.
For generations,
That pious hope ......
(4)
From God one to God ten,
From Tiangong-1,
Countdown from the second second,
Ten,
With a command,
China is proud to take off,
(5)
My motherland!
After years of vicissitudes,
How many historical changes have been experienced,
Remember the mushroom cloud,
Rising in the northwest sky,
The backbone of China,
How strong you are,
I remember that the satellite sent out the music of Dongfanghong.
There is another jubilation on the land of China.
Aroused our memories again. ......
(6)
Take off from God-Ran Ran,
Fly out of the earth,
Running towards the boundless space,
Finally, countries all over the world look at each other.
The connection between God X and the Heavenly Palace,
The dignity of astronauts in space,
Countless times,
Highlight that dream of strengthening the country through science and technology,
(7)
Today's world,
Heroes rise together,
Poverty and wealth are closely linked,
Backward and advanced are interdependent,
We should be insensitive,
Or do you want to wake up in death? ......
(8)
Everything, everything,
Scene after scene,
How many people are troubled by dreams,
Let us get excited,
Our motherland,
Is rising,
Create harmony,
Create beauty,
Dreams and reality,
Realize day by day ......
What is the blood of dream reality poem 3?
There are two different colors flowing.
Life is as quiet as a trickle.
Reflect the green shadow of the trees
And floating clouds in my heart
The running water of life will not dry up.
Moistening the lush trees on the shore
Running water is as clear as a mirror.
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Two fresh colors collide.
Meet the boulder in the water
Leaves falling on the water are tears of failure.
The splash is Boulder's triumphant laughter.
Si Tong is a realistic and cruel judge.
It wraps my soul and body in white clothes.
My warm lips kiss the green dream.
Bury them in the depths of their dreams with tears.
Face up to this angular and cold judge
A cloud fell into the water.
Since then, my heart has softened.
Care for a broken heart with gentle hands.
Learn from the kindest cloud
Release full of love
Although you can't wear a military uniform, you can wear a horizontal knife immediately.
And a white soldier.
Fight bravely and defend your life.
White reality
Green dream
In my blood.
Singing the glory of life
The long road of life
Be sure to write
Music embodying the value of life
Dream Reality Poetry 4 Dream and Reality
Looking at the clouds floating in the distance
You asked me gently
Remember that colorful dream when I was a child?
Overlooking the city in front of you.
I didn't answer
Those tall buildings have their mouths open.
Those cars are powerless to scream.
Those neon lights replaced the night.
Those you and me
After all, it will become a snack for tall buildings.
The moment you bow your head.
Low sigh: those dreams
I just keep it in my heart.
Occasionally, it will fall asleep.
-Looking for a little doll
The Reality of Dreams: Poem 5 We used to wander with our dreams.
We loved and hated,
We laughed and cried,
I've tasted the ups and downs of life,
Just, who can understand our loneliness?
But who can understand our loneliness?
Slowly, our drift has become a rootless duckweed, drifting around the world.
Gradually, our dreams got lost in the crossroads and the sea of people.
Who can tell us,
When dreams and reality collide violently,
What should we do when we are scarred?
When we were still at school,
Vagrancy is such a desirable word,
This means freedom, debauchery and free travel,
We always envy those children who wander between cities.
Dreaming with a beautiful vision,
If one day we can do the same, how happy it would be.
When we give up our studies,
After giving up the fastest shortcut from grassroots to elite,
We didn't know until we wandered with beautiful dreams.
Life is not that simple,
Wandering life is not so beautiful,
Vagrancy is the premise and has sufficient material basis.
And we have to run around in the troubles of three meals a day.
Only when the pressure of survival spreads to us step by step can we understand,
Wandering is a kind of torture for young you and me. It is too heavy.
Our tender arms can't hold up the sky above us.
I once met a boy under the age of 16 on the wandering road (railway station).
He told me that he is an apprentice chef now and will become a chef in the future.
I asked him what his dream was,
He said he didn't want to live on a salary of 3000 yuan a month.
I yearn for a life of giving others 3000 yuan a month.
I smiled, and I smiled meaningfully.
I'm laughing at myself. I'm not even a child,
Or laugh at him for being too young and naive?
I don't know and I don't want to know,
But I know that in the face of cruel reality,
Maturity is regardless of age,
Is it me or is he naive,
No one will know,
Only time can tell us the answer.
I talked to him for a long time,
He told me all kinds of stories that happened in their hotel.
I listened quietly, recalled and thought,
In their hotel, most teenagers aged 15-20 work there.
In fact, the service industry is the place with the lowest threshold and the largest traffic.
Maybe he is your colleague today,
Tomorrow you will find that he has wandered to other places or cities.
Friendship is too cheap, love is too shallow,
This is the truest portrayal of our post-90s generation.
Because when we get used to wandering, we will find that,
The transformation of time and space can change too many things,
It's not that we don't know love,
It's just that this reality makes love shallow,
Maybe today we are brothers,
Tomorrow he will go somewhere else, and his contact will fade away.
Inevitable because of distance,
Maybe you paired up with her today,
Tomorrow, because of personality differences, the pursuit of values and so on,
No one will stick to anyone,
Because everyone is used to being together,
Tired of running away from each other,
No one will feel sorry for anyone,
It's just that the reality makes me sorry.
And dreams are even more dispensable,
We know that only eat, drink and be merry,
Because no one knows where they will go tomorrow,
What dreams should people who struggle for survival talk about?
There are many reasons why touch makes us wander around.
Maybe the city is tired of staying long,
The city didn't bring us everything we wanted, so we chose to leave;
Maybe I just want to walk around while I'm young,
There are too many developed coastal cities for us to walk;
Maybe he was injured and wanted to escape from the city.
Leaving is the best choice for healing;
Maybe I'm still looking forward to my dream,
Life in the next city may be more exciting;
Maybe it's the call of a big partner from childhood,
Leave again with a fiery heart. ..
Too much will make us float and walk,
When will it stop?
Maybe on a tired day,
I'm too tired to walk any further.
Maybe this is the true love I found,
Choose to stay for her,
But we know that the end of wandering is farther than our dreams.
Wandering may be a fate of our post-90s generation.
Grassroots means going with the flow,
Reality leaves us no choice,
We have no choice,
Only continue to wander and wait. ..
"Dream Reality" poem 6 We have two worlds.
One is a dream
The other is reality.
The wings of dreams are always light
There is endless happiness and satisfaction.
We can ride light wings.
Let the sky roam and sing.
The pace of reality is always cruel.
There is endless pain and trouble.
We can only slow down the heavy steps.
Let the earth trample and let yourself whisper.
People wander between dreams and reality.
I don't know if dreams create reality.
Or is reality destroying dreams?
That winter
I took a step.
Although I don't know where it will be stiff
But I still took the first step.
Have no other desires
Just want to find a little warmth
Melt the cold heart
This winter
I look for footprints
Although there are a series of deep footprints behind him.
But I don't know which one is mine.
Have no purpose
I just want to know where I'm going.
Go on in my footsteps
Tomorrow should be brilliant.
I'm sure.
I struggled with the wind and rain yesterday and today.
It should be a rainbow after the storm.
Tomorrow should be brilliant.
I believe
I was on the road yesterday and today.
It is most beautiful to catch the sunrise.
Tomorrow should be my appearance.
I promise/I promise
I was ready yesterday and today.
Prepare for every moment of my life.
The reality of dreams, poem 7, an ancient myth,
Millennium spread;
A beautiful dream,
Wandaixu ...
Today I finally came!
Shouldering the great trust of the descendants of the Chinese people,
With greetings from fellow villagers,
With the power of the Long March rocket,
Fly over space and go to Guanghan.
Since then, the myth is no longer mysterious,
Good dreams are no longer difficult to round,
Immortals are no longer lonely,
Tiangong is no longer far away.
At present, it is only the first step of Wan Li's journey.
Good things will happen again and again in the future.
We'll send a real messenger,
Go straight to meet your long-lost distant ancestor.
At the same time, take transgenic osmanthus trees and white rabbits,
Let their varieties be improved,
Breeding on the land of the moon,
Benefit the world.
Also, we will install computers for Sister E and Uncle Gang.
Through long-distance interstellar communication lines,
Connect to the internet on earth,
So you can contact us at any time and chat online.
Ah, don't think this is a new round of dreams.
The wisdom of Chinese sons and daughters will surely make it come true.
Let's welcome a bright future with open arms.
Embrace a better tomorrow!
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"Dream Reality" poem 8 A dream is too hot.
A bundle of reality is cold again.
Chemical jar
Mix them into oil.
Gold inflow
An empty body
Looking for it between saturated hunger
The balance between contentment and nobility
Dream of standing on the other side of the mirror
One has his face covered and his whole body covered.
A man with keen eyes.
Standing there
Reality is on this side of the mirror.
Naked.
I only wear a black eye patch.
Standing here
I looked at the man.
Throw stones, bowls, pencils and wool.
There is no sound on the other side of the mirror.
There is movement on this side of the mirror.
My body hurts and my voice is loud.
Is to give me the way back.
That man is really poisonous.
Reality condenses into a dog's tail grass in the air.
Dreams fade into a kapok on the yellow land.
The dog tail grass keeps showing its love to kapok.
Kapok bowed his head again and again with a proud expression.
However, it is regrettable and regrettable that
No matter how high the dog's tail grass is, it will attach again.
Never reach one percent of it.
"Dream Reality" poem 9 Remember us that day?
Remember the first dream?
Remember when we were young and frivolous and unrestrained?
These three years
Experience too much happiness and loss.
Success or failure
Never give up, never give up.
Maybe tomorrow we will be apart.
Today we will be together forever.
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Eternal us
Many people have said that we can be friends.
Because of the fate of past lives.
Fate is deep or shallow
intermittently
These three years
Someone left, someone came.
How much courage does it take to walk together?
here
Destined separation
Maybe we will meet unexpectedly somewhere sometime in the future.
I hope you were then.
I vaguely remember the friendship we lost when we were young and frivolous.
How can three years be clear?
painful period
When dreams come, you need to do your best.
Maybe you will want to give up, and you will want to escape.
But please believe.
There will always be such a group of brothers who are not afraid of death behind you.
Life is precious, but friendship is more expensive.
I hope we will remember it in the future.
This unforgettable memory
Farewell, my junior high school.
Farewell, my little friendship
Goodbye, goodbye!
When friendship becomes a memorial, all we can embrace is memories. ...
The poem "Dream Reality" 10 I think it lies on the hillside where plum blossoms are in full bloom.
Enjoy the sunset quietly,
Pick a dandelion,
Raise your hand, the wind blows,
One by one, they drifted to distant corners.
I want to give up all my jobs,
Ride on my speeding bike,
Shuttle through the boulevard.
I think at dusk,
Yellow dog walking on the road of happiness,
Sing happily.
I want to take advantage of the first sunshine after the rain.
Look at the rainbow on the horizon.
Clouds in the breeze
I want to use my spare time.
Listen to music and read poems.
Plant beautiful flowers in front of my window
Have sunshine coffee with me.
I want to travel as soon as I leave.
Go and see the outside world.
Give your mind a little more insight.
But for me now,
Only in front of my desk.
Write silently, write ......
Because I don't have enough time at this time.
Let go of your fantasy.
Go on with your work and don't think about it.