Children's Poetry about Dreams

Ideal is a stone, knocking out a single spark; Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp; Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the road at night; Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn. In the age of hunger and cold, the ideal is food and clothing; In the era of food and clothing, ideal is civilization. In chaotic times, the ideal is stability; In a stable era, the ideal is prosperity. Ideals are like pearls, one after another, running through ancient and modern times, stringing together the future, and the sky is endless. Beautiful pearl chain, the backbone of history, shines from the past to the present, and ancestors shine on future generations. Ideal is a compass to guide ships; Ideal is a ship, carrying you to sea for a long voyage. But the ideal is sometimes the arc of the kiss of the sea and the sky, which is elusive and tortures your enterprising heart. Ideal makes you smile and observe life; Ideal makes you stubbornly resist fate. Ideal makes you forget the early gray hair on your temples; Ideal makes your head white and naive. Ideal is an alarm clock to break your golden dream; Ideal is soap to wash away your selfishness. Ideal is both harvest and sacrifice. If the ideal brings you honor, it is only a by-product, and it brings more misunderstood loneliness, laughter in loneliness and bitterness in laughter. Ideal makes honest people often suffer misfortune; Ideals keep the unfortunate people alive. Ordinary people are great because they have ideals; The ideal person is a "capitalized person". There are always people in the world who abandon their ideals, but ideals never abandon anyone. Give new life to sinners, and ideal is the immortal grass that revives the soul; Call the prodigal son back, the ideal is a loving mother. The ideal is defiled, don't resent it, it's the devil testing your loyalty; Ideal has been pickpocketed, don't cry, go and get it back, and be careful in the future! Heroes lose their ideals, degenerate and mediocre, and boast of their achievements in those years in disgust; Mediocre people have lost their ideals and lived all their lives, ridiculously cursing the immediate environment. Ideal flowering, peaches and plums should bear sweet fruit; The ideal bud, elm poplar will have thick shade. Please take the ideal horse and start from here with a whip. Spring is just on the road and the sky is sunny.