In the process of pursuing our dreams, we are growing. How beautiful youth is! On the huge stage of youth, we can be a bird.
A bird has just left its mother's arms. Its dream is blue sky, so we try our best to run to the blue sky. If its dream is on the ground, we are at best ostriches on the ground. If we want to fly to a bluer place in the blue sky, our dream is those wings! On the huge stage of youth, we may just be a clear spring, weak and thin, just reaching the ground.
The dream is the sea. We will struggle to converge to the sea, our dreams will stagnate on the ground, and we will eventually evaporate and cease to exist.
If we want to live a wonderful life, we must go where we can live, find the value of survival and integrate into the big family of society. Dreams are that kind of powerful power! On the huge stage of youth, we may still be as slender as grass, unable to fly or move. In the fierce competition for survival of the surrounding trees, the fledgling need to survive the fittest, not strong but tough.
Dream is sunshine, with that persistence and tenacity, sunshine is everywhere. Without dreams, life may soon dry up.
Dreams are the spiritual power to extend life. Dream Author: Anonymous once, I had a small wish. Later, it became a dream that fluttered with the wind.
In ignorance, the dream has already drifted away. In a daze, I lost my way in life.
In persistence, I used to languish for Iraq. People who can forget to guide street lamps.
Finally, in the hurry of time, I had an epiphany. Life told me to find my lost dream. So, I searched and found 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 there is no courage without cruelty.
Fortunately, after thousands of pursuits, I finally saw it. From then on, I only care about suffering.
4. Dream Author: Anonymous My dream is a stranded boat with skinny bones, cracked, tired and mottled paint, and layers of white sea salt on the broken mast are countless tears poured out. I have also raised my sails, followed the call of the other side of the blue sea, and faced the future, full of expectation but short-lived, the roar of the wind and waves, and the nightmare of wild animals again and again. My life is smoke floating everywhere, and my future is a bottomless black abyss with a series of broken dreams and sad regrets. My sadness was predestined ten thousand years ago: an unyielding soul always has to go through difficulties. 5, Dream Author: Anonymous I am chasing a sunset, but I still can't catch up with the passage of time. This era always plays a charming voice in my ear. My shadow is still clinging to colorful dancing lights, letting that love song flow from my heart, sipping bitter wine and looking at the future life or death in confusion. Can I have another ostentatious dream? This meteor-like era is lost or reborn, but I still can't find its main theme. I want to make an excuse for myself. When I fell down successfully, I told myself countless times that it was just an accident, and my dream would come quietly tomorrow. I haven't finished my dream yet. How can I love you? What a wonderful vision you gave me. My dream is flashing.
2. Modern poetry about dreams, the most famous about dreams is that Haizi faces the sea and spring blossoms. From tomorrow 1, be a 1 happy person to feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world. Starting from tomorrow 1, I care about 1 food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea. It is warm in spring. Talk to everyone in 1 and tell them my happiness. That 1 Happy Flash 1 told me by electricity. I will tell you 1 give every river 1 give every mountain 1 a warm name, stranger. I wish you 1 a bright future. I wish you a happy life in the world. I only wish 1 to face the sea. I drew it myself. This modern poem is very short, but it can be said that it is a household name and meets the requirements of reciting. Other information can be searched by Baidu.
I only represent my personal opinion, and I hope I can help you.
There is a modern poem "Youth", which is about youth and dreams.
_ _ _ _ samuel ullmann
Youth is not a period of time, but a state of mind;
Youth is not a soft knee with rosy cheeks and red lips, but a deep will, a grand imagination and passionate feelings.
Youth is the deep spring of life.
Youth pervades Changhong, courage overcomes timidity, and enterprising overcomes Gou 'an.
This spirit is born after the twenties, and it is more common for men in their sixties.
Getting old is not getting old, but giving up ideals will lead to getting old.
Years are long, and decline only reaches the skin; Enthusiasm gives up, decadence gives up the soul.
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns youth to ashes.
No matter how old you are, whether you plan to be 28 or 28, you have the joy of life and the temptation of miracles in your heart, as naive as a child.
In the center of everyone's heart there is an antenna, so long as you receive messages of beauty, hope, joy, courage and strength from the sky, you will always be young.
When the aerials are down, your spirit is covered with ice and snow, and you are covered with cynicism and self-denial. Even at 20, you are old.
However, as long as you put up your antenna to catch optimistic signals, you may die young at the age of 80.
4. The dream of modern poetry about dreams (modern poetry)
My mind began to like wandering.
On countless nights
With tears
Decorate the lonely waiting
Take me away.
I'd rather be a green light in front of you.
The fragrance of flowers outside the wall
Deeply imprinted in ancient landscape paintings
Gradually spread
Your footsteps are near.
On my desolate forehead
unforgettable
So deep and fragrant
You are so real.
Vaguely, the moonlight is as light and fragrant as practice.
Break the golden urn in my spare time.
Let me have a sweet drink.
Like your lips.
5. Do modern poems with the word "dream" seek dreams? Holding a long pole "Farewell to Cambridge"
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset,
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
Broken chapter
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
6. What are the poems about dreams in modern times? 1, smoke like a dream, unknown —— Modern Gu Sui's Ma Yinghua Fu on Huanxisha.
2. Overlooking MengMeng from the air, we can see Yin Fu, the Yin Fu of modern Ma Yifu.
3. Caring for children is a candle before the wind, and grass is a scholar's dream —— Modern Yu Dafu's Miscellaneous Poems
4. Dreaming of the old battlefield in Kansai, and making a detour to travel to Xianyang —— Missing My Wife Gao by modern Yu Youren.
5. The girl who helped the bed heard the laughter and ended the old dream mark according to the agreement-modern Chen Yinque's "Shen Jia's sick bed on New Year's Eve is quite eye-catching, leaving Hong Kong for three years"
6. Like a dream, it suddenly rained and blew last night.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
7. I dreamed of Jiangnan and never hated it.
Tang dynasty: Wen
Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking. The water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying the Yun Lan and slanting.
Jiang Mengnan Ramboro
8 Tang Dynasty: Huang Fusong
Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, whistling in the night boat and rustling in the rain. At the People's Postal Bridge.
Butterfly lotus dreams like Jiangnan along the waterway.
9 Song: Yan
Dream of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling in the south of the Yangtze River, and never meeting the people who left. I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded.
If you want to make good use of this love letter, you will find that there is no evidence in the end. However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.
10 gives birth to a fault, Guanshan Soul Dragon.
Song: Yan
Mountains have long dreams, but fish and geese have little noise and dust. My temples are pitiful and green, only for old feelings.
Go back to the dream screen window and say it's humanity. It is better to leave than to meet.
7. Poems containing "dreams", China's modern music words.
The top of the purple city rises,
Lonely dreams and proud beacon smoke flying.
Dream away from Tianfu to sacrifice to heroes,
Wings and feathers strive for the front and seek drama.
Li Yuan and Zhong Wuyue became sworn,
Dreams and mornings are full of memories and joy.
Xue Ying Chen Hong is drunk.
Are you chasing that girl?
I travel through time and space for you.
The quatrains about dreams are collected from vast ancient poems.
I've traveled a lot for you.
Extract the melody of dreams from the ocean of modern songs
I even put on the mysterious coat of Sherlock Holmes for you.
Deduct a witty, humorous and pleasant dream.
This should be enough!
God knows I remember him, so I can meet him in a dream on earth. If you still can't find him, my friend, I can't help it. I can't figure it out. Excuse me!