My dream poem
Number one: My dream
Everyone has a dream in his heart.
Beauty, dream
Greed, reality
To be or not to be
My dream is pure.
Find a little happiness in boredom
There is a trace of warmth in the cold.
Find a trace of sweetness in the ocean of suffering
Looking for opportunities in death.
dream
It is a yearning for beauty.
This is a vision for the future.
Live freely and happily.
that's me
The dream of this thirteen-year-old girl
Chapter Two: My Dream
My dream
I had many dreams when I was a child.
Dreams are like fireworks.
Colorful and intoxicating
Bright flowers immerse you in joy.
Grow taller and stronger.
as time goes on
I see, dreams are far away.
The hardships and endless expenses of realizing dreams.
Only you have set up big dreams.
And make unremitting efforts.
You will get close to your dream.
Enter the dream
Dreams are always waving to you.
You can't ignore it.
time flies
You have entered your twilight years.
You realized your dream.
Or is the dream leaving you?
Even if the dream fails.
And don't be discouraged.
New dreams are still beckoning to you.
Dreams are not hotbeds.
It needs you and me to fight.
The journey is rugged and long.
No perseverance.
Can only be out of reach.
Friends, let's join hands.
Fight for our beautiful dream!
Chapter Three: My Dream
Let dreams be like flowers,
Gorgeous in your loneliness and mine.
Hesitate in the sunset,
Singing your poem,
Dream your dreams,
I was intoxicated,
Look among the flowers you pass by,
I was fascinated by your scent.
Sunlight is harmful,
Through the glass of my house,
Pierced my heart,
Bring combustion,
Bring unparalleled power,
I threw away the jasmine in my hand,
Run to the lake.
A rough lake,
With a small paper boat folded as a child,
Used to wear my eyes,
With the gentle wind,
Sail to the joy of yearning for freedom.
My lake is very small,
My dream is big,
My ship can't sail out of this limit,
Wandering in the storm,
I just feel weak
What is swaying in the wind and rain is your own life.
Walking on the rugged road is your own figure,
I took a step to break through the obstacles,
But lost in the milky fog,
This loss concerns your own soul.
My dream,
I held her high,
Lift it to the top of the mountain in the howling wind,
I hope she doesn't fall,
Otherwise, I will break up with her.
Tears of the sunset float in the dense glow.
Chapter Four: My Dream
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 the forest vagina in Munich, Bavaria, there is a bitter fragrance 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 5: My Dream
June, chasing hope
In July, I fell in love with hope
I got what I wanted and dreamed.
He grows like bamboo.
I am wandering without a fixed delivery room.
Have a baby? Destined to be lonely and have no relatives.
a dirty night
The unscrupulous doctor holds the dagger of reality.
Cut out the dream of less than a month
Lack of oxygen, no incubator
What a pity! I collapsed in a hospital bed full of laughter.
Comment, the eyebrows are wrong.
Go away, bat who can't see the light
You said she was weak.
Ridiculous, I am as strong as grass.
Vowed to pierce God's ribs.
Return to your hometown with your dreams.
I want to sleep on the chest of the mountain.
Lying in the river cleaning my wounds.
My hometown is infinitely gentle, and it is warm everywhere.
Son, I won't allow you to look sad.
Hug, like a mountain, like water, like heaven.
The window began to shine in the sun.
Dreams grow like cacti.
Chapter 6: My dream is burning.
Don't feel sorry for me.
Don ' t you cry for me
In this heavy snow.
Winter morning
I decide
Go on a long trip alone
Do n't wait
Don't pursue it
Dreamer
Never came home again.
This is the fate of a drifter.
Cher
Jiang Shan Wan Li
Miss an inch of your heart
Every night.
Meniscus bending
You and I are in the moonlight.
Chapter 7: My Dream
I have a dream.
Looking for a dream
In a colorful world
Follow my dream
A little poem
Entrust one's true feelings
In the gloomy rain curtain
Show a rainbow
pursue the dream
As wonderful as a still butterfly.
In my heart
This is just my dream.
Two songs
When I want to flap my wings
Something got my wings wet.
I'm scared.
At the bottom of this gloomy sky
Skew flight
But this god with a brush
But it erased the flight marks I had crossed.
I am quietly closing my wings.
Don't make such futile efforts.
After all, I have been on a plane.
This silent life
Early spring, in Modi.
Slightly angry