A modern poem about dreams 1, a quiet path.
When did you take off your clothes?
Naked on the edge of my memory
Shameful helplessness
You have walked into my heart.
It's just that you've suffered too much
Tread on your dignity.
Groans loudly in loneliness.
The rain falls silently
Open the ideal sail alone
Take it to heart.
That's already
A long-planned dream
Fly to the blue sky and the sea
Let the towering mountains
More peaks.
Let the lonely river
Restore yesterday's singing skills.
Let the green ocean
Expand her infinite mind.
Let Fuyuan's vast land
More beautiful and rich
Let the green grassland
Add lush colors.
Let the dense forest
More layers of green waves
May hardworking people
Water is far away and generations are safe.
Possible poverty-stricken areas
Enjoy ample food and clothing.
All over the world
May the horn of peace.
Resounded all over the world.
May the smoke of war
Extinguish forever and ever
Wish Happy Express.
Brave advance
travel around the world
Crossing three mountains and five mountains
Put dreams and blessings
Around the world, hitting the floor.
A home without windows in my heart
Dreaming of the ancient road left behind
I was a boy when I was a child.
This is just a broken dream.
The direction in which thorns are covered.
There is still a bitterness in my memory.
Modern Poetry about Dreams 2 I have become vulgar.
The white soul is covered with dust.
Dreams go further and further.
Until I can't resist the cruelty of reality
Disappear in the path of life
How many people pursue their dreams?
How many people give in to life like me?
How many dreams does a belief drive?
A life shattered all hopes.
All youth is a dream.
And my dream belongs only to youth.
As time goes by.
Modern poems about dreams iii. A quiet path.
When did you take off your clothes?
Naked on the edge of my memory
Shameful helplessness
You have walked into my heart.
It's just that you've suffered too much
Tread on your dignity.
Groans loudly in loneliness.
The rain falls silently
Loneliness falls on the floor
A home without windows in my heart
Dreaming of the ancient road left behind
I was a boy when I was a child.
This is just a broken dream.
The direction in which thorns are covered.
There is still a bitterness in my memory.