The dream is the sunshine after the snow, which warms the heart. So what recitations do you know about persistence in dreams? Below I have compiled several recitations about persistence in dreams for you. I hope it will be helpful to you. Recitation 1 about persisting in dreams: Dreams
I have become vulgar
My white soul is covered with a layer of gray
Dreams go farther and farther
Until I can no longer resist the cruelty of reality
Disappear in the track of life
How many people pursue their dreams?
And how many people succumb to it like me? Life
How many dreams can be driven by one belief
A life that shatters all hopes
All youth is a dream
And mine Dreams belong only to youth
And with it the passage of time Recitation about the persistence of dreams 2: Dreams bloom on the ruins
Author: Guyue Lake
Sky The mind that is still as gloomy as gray has not yet been opened
Last night’s thrilling night rain washed away the gloomy disappointment
After looking at the ruins in front of me and the sunshine, I slowly picked them up
Seeing the green seedlings on the broken tiles, I suddenly felt full of confidence
Waiting for the dark clouds to disperse and waiting for the cry of dawn
I witnessed the fluttering of thin-winged butterflies. Life
This is a wilderness that is often dark, and the cold-toned figure shows the helpless loneliness
Perhaps it is due to the trick of the dark clouds, or it is due to the preference of fate
The sun rarely visits seriously, and Yefang is picky and unwilling to get involved
Occasionally, the mountain breeze caresses the desolate traces, and the sobs seem to be mixed with unspeakable pain
The voice of history has recorded This once glorious paradise
Now it is just a cycle of time
Now it is just a forgotten ruin
I don’t know which year it is, but it is definitely not too far away
Maybe it’s because loneliness is still a butterfly
It’s unbearable or it’s ambitious to begin with
A gray-white cocoon unexpectedly appears with gravel New green leaves grew at the same time
I thought the cocoon was just a moth's impulse
I thought the green leaves were just a grass seed accidentally left behind by a greedy bird and sprouted inexplicably
Thinking that there will never be hope in this world
Thinking that this world will always be just ruins
Who will even pay the slightest attention
So who will They all ignored the whispers brought out by the mountain wind
That was the only dream left in the ruins
It was Qi Yuan who gave birth to the dream and casually planted its last seeds< /p>
If fate had no intention of scanning this ruins, it would definitely shake its head and confirm
Unless the power of dreams, ruins will always be just ruins
When finally there are dark clouds again The moment of dispersion
The gray cocoon breaks through a small gap
Pink buds spit out from the tender green leaves
The gap gradually opens and the skylight outside deepens. Penetrate deeply
The pink flower buds gradually expand and grow, emitting a fragrance
When the thin-winged butterfly flutters its wings and flies up, the flower buds bloom into perfect flowers
Wonderful Once a dream is sown, it will be overturned
Hope only needs a glimmer of light
The dark clouds have dispersed
The flowers of dreams on the ruins are graceful and moving
The arrangement of fate is irreversible
Every land where dreams are sown will have a gorgeous counterattack
Don’t worry about a ruins losing its glory
Dreams are everything Lost and forgotten hope
That one unintentional seed can harvest a new spring
The chrysalis is hope and the green leaves are hope
The ruins always remain In our hearts
Ruins are everywhere
And only dreams can make them bloom fragrant and wonderful flowers Recital about the persistence of dreams Script 3: My dream
Let dreams be like flowers,
Bloom in your and my loneliness.
Hesitating in the sunset,
Reciting your poems,
Dreaming of your dreams,
I am intoxicated,
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Search among the flowers you pass by,
The fragrance that narcotized you.
The sunshine is hostile,
penetrates the glass of my house,
penetrates my heart,
brings intense heat ,
Bringing me unparalleled strength,
I threw away the jasmine flowers in my hand,
running towards the lake.
The lake is full of waves,
There is a small paper boat folded in my childhood,
It once carried my gaze,
In Accompanied by the gentle wind,
sail towards the joy of longing for freedom.
My lake is small,
My dream is big,
My boat cannot sail beyond this limit,
In Wandering in the storm,
It means feeling powerless.
What is swaying in the wind and rain is my own life,
What is walking in the ups and downs is my own figure,
I take steps to break through,
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But I was lost in the milky white fog.
This loss is about my own soul.
My dream,
I lifted her high,
Lifted to the top of the mountain in the roaring wind,
I hope she doesn't fall,
Otherwise, I will be broken with her.