dream
Lonely figure standing in a foreign land
Stand by and watch the road set off the sunset.
Appreciate people coming and going.
In fact, all this is very sad.
Young frivolity
For that childish dream.
dream
My dream
So slim
The prosperous land can't cover up the evil jackal.
The desolation of society
What do I fight with?
dream
Send a piece of hope
Dream of a bumper harvest.
On an elegant day
My heart finally broke.
Draw a piece of sunshine
Shine on the earth, green mountains and green clothes
In the field of hope
There will be a beautiful yearning.
Believe in dreams
A moonless night
We believe in starlight.
Stars all over the sky
Smile and say good night to us.
Soothe the pain in our hearts.
Give us the best wishes.
When there is no way out.
We believe in distance.
Don't pay attention to the bag on your shoulder
How much expectation and trauma have you suffered?
Only by making efforts and persistent steps.
Traveling alone, hunting sand.
A world without heaven
We believe in dreams.
Dreams open a window for the future.
Dreams make pain fragrant with love.
Dreams are the pearls of years.
It is the rainbow and sunshine of life.
Empty bottle dream
I am an empty bottle, wandering in the deep blue sea.
I don't know how much longer I have to wander.
To see the stretch of coastline
How much swing
Looking for the way forward.
When the morning sun rises from the place where the Great sea and the sky meets.
My heart is full of hope.
I want to reflect my dream to every dark corner.
Let every wounded soul see the sunshine.
When the bright moon reflects the deep blue sea
I lay quietly on the soft water.
I want tenderness to seep into my heart from every pore.
Let every broken dream feel warm.
I'm lonely. I dance alone.
But I have the widest stage.
I poured all my enthusiasm and exhausted all my strength.
Let everyone who walks by me cheer for me.
I am lonely because I am used to loneliness.
Loneliness, depression, searching, endless.
I have experienced the storm, but I am still moving forward.
I have experienced trauma, but I am still strong.
I am full of dreams and cross every white spray.
I bear the sadness and look at every blue sky.
I am an empty bottle, and I need a dream.
Please give me a wish when you pick me up.
Fold it into the most beautiful shape.
I will turn it into our future.
Would you like to go through this long journey with me?
Do you dare to face the ups and downs with me and share the joys and sorrows?
My beating heart longs for your answer.
I am very excited and I work hard.
I will use laughter and tears, and the loudest voice.
Sowing notes all the way, but fighting for a sea that belongs to us.
The wings of a dream
You open your young arms.
Embrace the halo under the moon
The wings of a dream
Lift it slowly
You're just a shaky illusion.
But I can see it.
Your tears and soul
Very bright, very transparent
You always hide in the dark clouds.
Count the stars in the sky carefully
So, you're in the moonlight.
Dancing clothes
Your shadow
All over the earth
I'm already asleep.
You kept my dream.
Keep your body still.
We met in a dream.
In the gorgeous morning glow.
Now, I know you.
long time no see
But you're still the same.
Send me through heaven
On that narrow muddy road
In a windless sky—
Chen Xiupu now lives in Beijing.
Dreams bloom on the ruins
Guyue Lake
The sky is still dark.
Like a gray heart that has not yet opened.
Last night's thrilling night rain
Wash away gloomy disappointment
Look at the ruins in front of me
I will pick it up slowly after the sun comes out.
See the seedlings on the broken tiles?
I was suddenly full of confidence.
Wait for the dark clouds to clear.
Waiting for the crow of dawn
Thin-winged butterflies flap their wings.
I witnessed its life.
This is an often dark wilderness.
The indifferent figure shows that the helpless loneliness may come from the teasing of dark clouds.
Perhaps it stems from the preference of fate.
Sunshine seldom comes seriously.
Ye Fang is also very picky and unwilling to participate.
Occasionally, the mountain wind caresses the traces of desolation.
Sobbing seems to be mixed with the unspeakable sound of pain history.
This once glorious paradise
Now it's just a cycle of time.
Now it's just a forgotten ruin.
I don't know what year it is.
But it can't be too far.
Probably because of loneliness.
Still a butterfly
I can't bear to worship.
Or ambitious.
A gray cocoon unexpectedly appeared.
At the same time, new green leaves grew on the gravel, thinking that cocoons were just the impulse of moths to put out the fire.
I thought that green leaf was just careless grass left by a greedy bird that sprouted inexplicably.
Thought the world would never see hope.
Think that the world will always be just ruins.
Who cares?
So everyone ignored the whispers that had been brought out in the mountain wind.
That is the only dream left in the ruins.
It is a dream that sends out its wishes.
Plant its last seed at will.
If fate has no intention of scanning this ruin,
It will shake its head, convinced that unless the power of dreams.
Ruins are always just ruins.
When I finally waited until the dark clouds cleared again.
There is a small gap in the gray cocoon.
Pink buds spit out on the green leaves.
The crack gradually cracked and the skylight outside penetrated deeply.
Pink buds gradually expand and grow, emitting fragrance.
When a butterfly with thin wings flies.
The bud blossomed into a perfect flower.
Once a beautiful dream is sown, the water under the bridge
Hope only needs to see a glimmer of light.
The dark clouds have cleared.
The dream flowers on the ruins are graceful and touching.
So the fate of irreversible resistance.
All the land where dreams are sown has a gorgeous counterattack.
Don't worry about the ruins losing their luster.
Dreams are lost and forgotten hopes.
That careless seed can harvest a new spring.
Pupa is hope, green leaves are hope.
The ruins remain in our hearts forever.
There are ruins everywhere.
And only dreams can make it blossom into fragrant flowers.