Chapter one: Pursuing the inspirational classic poems in the dream of youth.
My dream and I are as dependent as lovers;
Wherever I go, she is my confidant;
From the first meeting, I have never been apart in my life;
Quiet night,
Know each other, accompany and depend on each other.
My dream and I want to be as beautiful as spring;
No matter where I am, flowers come into my heart;
From spring and summer to autumn and winter, it is refreshing;
Quiet night,
Know each other, accompany and depend on each other.
My dream and I will never meet again in my dream;
You come from that distant place and will never part;
The sun shines on your smiling face.
No longer separate,
Know each other, accompany and depend on each other.
Chapter two: Pursuing inspirational classic poems in the dream of youth.
I have a bag with my dreams in it.
Dreams are cut into postcards.
Secretly, quietly, from the ends of the earth, from the end of the world.
Romantic Aegean Sea, my favorite island of Crete.
The blue dome and white walls were my wishes when I was young.
Those Hua Teng and seagulls hovering overhead, the horizon, the dream is around.
Only beautiful Provence, eyes and eyebrows are anxious purple.
Would anyone like to see it with me?
My favorite perfume, warm candlelight, a wonderful night walking along the desolate castle.
Next to Lin Yin Road in Munich, Bavaria, there is a bitter taste of blue mountains.
That kind of bitterness also has ten thousand kinds of amorous feelings, reaching directly to the heart.
Dull Lijiang, warm Sanya and beautiful Heidelberg.
Holy cologne church, romantic street
The goddess of dreams came to me. She decorated me with petals and gave me courage.
Enthusiastic pursuit of dreams, so bright, but a little hesitant.
Chapter three: Pursuing the inspirational classic poems in the dream of youth.
spring breeze
although
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.
Believe in the power of dreams
Chapter four: Pursuing the inspirational classic poems in the dream of youth.
The sky is still dark.
Like a gray heart that 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.
Those are the few dreams 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 five: Pursuing the inspirational classic poems in the dream of youth.
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.