My ideal inspirational poem, I want to be a pen,
Describe a colorful world.
It's just a wish,
Unreasonable ideals.
I want to be a pool of ink,
Highlight the black and white society.
This is an expectation,
Infinite ideal.
I want to be a piece of paper,
Show a brilliant life.
This is desirable,
A chaotic ideal.
I want to be an inkstone,
Sharpen a colorful life.
This is hope,
There is no weak ideal.
My ideal inspirational poem II always thinks about my ideal.
In the prosperity of those cities
In flowers, in applause.
Always thought that my ideal
This is Rose's joke.
It is a distant place that I never dreamed of.
But when I got home,
I saw the wind blowing my mother's white hair.
The wind blew away my mother's long-lost smiling face again and again
Ice and snow become spring water in mother's smiling face.
I just know that my ideal is not far away.
My ideal inspirational poem III I ruined my ideal.
I am lazy and degenerate.
They attack and devour my will.
The ideal flagpole flutters with the wind.
The sky never seems bright.
Everything is eclipsed.
lifeless
It rains from time to time.
After the rain,
The sky is still dead.
It's just the next rain
I ruined my ideal.
I am sinking and discouraged.
They broke my whole body.
The ideal bubble has burst.
Although the future is unknown.
Everything is meaningless.
grey
Asking for trouble from time to time
After the trouble,
My heart is still heavy.
Even without a smile