At birth,
My dream is to open my eyes.
Looking up at the stars in the sky,
To touch the window of the world.
When learning a language,
I chew my dream in my mouth.
Chew, chew,
Has become worthless and tasteless.
When I was an urchin,
Dreams are small paper planes.
They flew out of the window,
It also reminded me of my childish childhood.
When I study,
The dream has been inserted in the pen tip.
Sweep away this trouble
It also erased that childish fantasy.
When I was a teenager,
I hold my dream in my palm.
Do it silently, thinking that one day.
It can bloom like a flower.
After graduation,
Dreams may become, you and me.
The yearning that everyone pursues,
It becomes indispensable and cannot be lost.
At the end of my career,
Dreams may come true.
It became no longer sacred.
No longer appear in sleep.
After gray hair,
Dreams may become full of vicissitudes,
It became numb and motionless.
Withered and drooped.
Later,
Dreams will be scattered with the wind.
It will follow the dust
Be the soul of your soul.
2. Are there any poems about dreams, such as self-created flying dreams?
Life is wonderful because of dreams.
Dreams are gorgeous because of hard work.
Let your dreams fly
Achieve life
The flower of success blooms with sweat.
The tree of life is evergreen because of dreams.
Let your dreams fly
realize oneself
Dreams are not dreams.
Need practical action
Dreams are not empty talk.
Need to work hard
When life is hard
When dreams are frustrated
Don't be sad, don't give up
Go ahead and never lose heart.
Let your dreams fly
God helps those who help themselves.
The flower of dreams will finally bloom.
The tree of life always bears fruit.