Modern poetry about flying dreams

January, June, the season of flying dreams

Author: Xia Zilan Feng? Modern

June

is a season full of surprises and dreams

The summer wind is warm

The heat is still coming

Like a mother's hand

Warm, peaceful and crisp

The morning in June

Refreshing and pleasant

The sound of books is loud

The windows are bright and clean

The seeds of hope are sown in the notes. Clean

stars flashing

students

walking on the road of building dreams

writing incessantly

Everything is just right

The rain in mid-June

contains fortitude

comes with joy

looking through the window

Dreams will set sail < Graceful and graceful posture

full of beautiful appearance

The fist clenched by Qingtian under the national flag

is swearing that Haolang

stands on the sword. The sonority of the battlefield

June

is the season of parting that cannot be avoided

It seems to be flying freely

It is like writing the dawn of hope

grinding a sword for several years

. Hope

Love helps you navigate

Young eagles

bravely fly into the blue sky

struggle hard

create the glory of youth

achieve the glory of life

2, Flying dreams

Author: Dai Kongge Modern

In June, the tender leaves are gradually green

The green fruits are full day by day

When the students step out of the examination room, they fly their long-cherished dreams

They fly their dreams of ten spring and summer

In this prosperous season, they fly their dreams in the fields of hope

< Flying dreams

Author: Qiu Duomian Modern

came to other places with dreams

struggling on the edge of the city

running on the road to work

This road is so long

working hard every month

burying my original dreams

I want to fly freely like a seagull

Reality has broken my dream wings. Flying Dreams

Author/Xiao He Drunken Rain Modern

Dawn wakes up my dream town

Dawn breaks

A touch of orange

makes my eyes shine

The flaming glow shines brightly

I light up my dreams in the direction of the rising sun

In spring

All flowers bloom and catkins fly. The wind is cool

the melon and fruit are fragrant and meet a wisp of fragrance

it's too late to savor it

People have put on their winter clothes

One meter of sunshine has driven away the cold

It has lit up my chest

A warm current is flowing in my body

Although I am tone-deaf

I want to sing aloud

The world. Our

all the good things are written into a poem

Although I

don't know the ups and downs of the staff

I want to play the most gorgeous

chapter of life

Everyone has his own

dream

Let's

bear the hope and let the dream set sail

Join hands on the road of chasing dreams. Flying dreams

Author: Yudu Hefu Modern

Dreams are what the heart wants

Like a stream rushing to the sea

Like stars shining against the sun

Ask naive children

Their dreams are as poetic as spring

Ask simple farmers

Their dreams are inseparable from the harvest of the year.