Chapter One: Inspirational Poetry in Pursuit of Dreams
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.
Those are the few dreams 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 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.
Chapter Two: Inspirational Poetry in Pursuit of Dreams
The sky is blue.
Blue is confusing.
Too unreal.
This is just a ghosting image.
Please stay in my mind.
Emerge layer by layer
We are in the arms of years.
Chasing an ecstatic dream
always
There are some details.
Let a person burst into tears.
We must be strong.
Walk past with a smile.
This long journey
Replace embarrassment with calmness
Chasing dreams with faith
Interpret youth with passion
It's getting dark.
Leaving only one bright moon
The image stays in the air.
The moon rises slowly.
Moonlight enveloped the earth.
The influence gradually dissipated.
Who said that?
We are going to refuel together.
make joint efforts
Remember the agreement we made?
Wait together
The sky is blue.
As long as you don't refuse
Darkness is covered with light.
This is the result of our struggle.
Time flies.
Wash away the old marks
With confusion and fatigue
We have come a long way.
there will be
Ten thousand meters of sunshine break through
Cloud moment
There is still a long way ahead.
we
What can be done is to grasp the present.
Don't refuse setbacks.
Be free from ...
None of that matters.
Chapter Three: Inspirational Poetry in Pursuit of Dreams
A longing for spring.
Crazy green
pray for rain
Indulge in the rain
After a long drought, the seedlings smiled.
The arid land was blessed with good luck.
A longing heart
Full of beauty
Strong feeling
Burn like a fire
Wrapped in the warmth of Man Chun.
Enjoy the refreshing rain.
Sing a song all the way
Chasing the future and dreams
Chapter four: inspirational poems about chasing dreams.
Chasing the dream
Spread their wings
The destination is far away.
The wind and waves in the journey
Prove the madness of youth
Failure, hesitation and confusion
Can't stop us from chasing our dreams.
On the way to injury, we learned to be strong.
Know how to realize your dreams with persistence.
On the way of growing up, we learned to fly.
Know how to ignite hope with hard work
On the way of chasing, we learned to appreciate.
Know how to struggle to feel the power of faith.
The sky overhead is still so clear.
Love accompanied us through.
star-spangled
Singing youth in pursuit of dreams.
Chapter five: Pursuing dreams, inspiring poetry and modern poetry.
Don't let go of what was once tied to your waist.
Spread poetry in the sun
I can't tear away this lingering dream.
Spit out the sadness and sweetness of life with a pen tip
Stay at night and miss today.
The tail of time seems very long.
I don't know when that moment was frozen forever.
Painted with a halo invisible to the world.
Life is over.
It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong.
The dream of poetic heart stays in the blooming season.
The fragrance in the depths of the bud passes through the eyes of the secular.
Mottled land is a ruthless reality.
Immortality is still the pursuit of dreams.
There, I smelled mimeographed ink, and poetry floated out of it.
One day, one person, one corner.
Sprinkle a mood
Piercing today's chase and ethereal.
The geese skimmed the sky.
Clouds turned into rain and kissed the earth.