The beginning of a poem about dreams (help me write a poem about dreams, just the first few paragraphs) 1. Help me write a poem about dreams, just the first few paragraphs.
Poetry 1: 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.
2. A poem that begins with what a dream is.
Dream is like a seed, planted in the soil of "heart". Small as it is, it can take root and blossom. Without dreams, it is like living in a desolate Gobi, cold and lifeless.
With dreams, there is pursuit, there is the goal of hard work, and with dreams, there is motivation. It will push people forward, and maybe there will be countless setbacks on the way to realize their dreams, but it doesn't matter. If you fall, get up and move forward for your dream. After all, the future is created by ourselves.
Dream is a ray of sunshine, which dispels the haze of your progress; Dream is a clear spring that washes away the lead in your heart. Go after it, spread the wings of your dreams and go after it! Only those who are brave in action, persistent and good at thinking can enter the glorious hall of dreams.
3. Poems that begin with "Dream"
Guimeng
Don du fu
The roads are congested and the mountains and rivers are lonely.
The only old man who dragged out an ignoble existence has rebelled for three dynasties.
The rain is urgent and the green maple is dusk, and the clouds are deep and the black water is far away.
If you don't get your dream back, you don't have to talk about it.
Mengpei xianggong
Tang Bai Juyi
Five years of life and death, a night of dreams.
Dreams are like the past, and there is a golden palace.
Like gold and purple, clear ice and jade.
Diligent housekeeping, care for each other like life.
Knowing that it is a dream, compassion is endless.
Think back to what happened at that time. What happened last night?
Self-study the mind, and everything becomes empty.
Be a gentleman today, your nose touches your chest.
Mengtaibai west peak
Tang changjian
Dream of climbing nine cliffs and meeting Yuan Jun. ..
Send me to Taibai Peak, with few words and foul breath.
Jieyu is in Xinghan, and the banquet forest is closed.
The eaves are green and the towels are covered by clouds.
I went to the stream, and the lonely pavilion was still in the daytime.
The pine peak attracts the sky shadow, and the stone wrasse is green.
Looking at the boat moving slowly, I am eager to vote for the bird.
The spring breeze shook again, and the flowers in Sandalwood fell in succession.
In the Yuan Dynasty, the Queen Mother of Dreams presented a white jade ring.
Tang dingze
In my dream, I walked to the sun and bowed to the sky.
As if looking forward to the queen mother, Ming Ming offered a sacrifice to Yuhuan.
Zi Ling was a tent, and the Enlightenment was a porch.
Like frost white, like watching the moonlight bend.
The dress is in the past tense, and the phoenix calendar is unknown.
Immortals and saints are far apart and bright.
Tell your dreams.
Tang jiaoran
I saw the snow in Xiling in my dream, and I had nowhere to go.
I feel that I am still in Dongfeng, and my hometown is full of sorrow at night.
I still remember the Zen hill in the north of the temple, where dreams grow long and mountains are heavy.
Mengze
Don
In the dream, the wind and rain are bitter, and the king of Chu is buried in the city.
I don't know how much singing and dancing can do, but I have thinned the palace kitchen to a waist.
Dream of entering the customs
Tangweizhuang
I walked through the pavilion in my dream and looked at the lotus peak in the south.
Going home soon, I feel that the river is full of vestibules.
Broken Dreams
Tang xuqiu
Dreams break the screen window and thunder in the middle of the night, and the flowers bloom again.
It is difficult to send books from Yuyang Road, and Hengyue Mountain is not in the high moon.
Xuan Yan has feelings and embroiders, but Gui Ling has no desire for a golden cup.
If you live a long life, fireflies will turn tobacco into ashes.
Hope to adopt,