Poetry "Ideal"
Author Liushahe
Ideal is a stone, knocking out a spark of fire;
Ideal is a fire, igniting An extinguished light;
The ideal is a lamp that lights up the road at night;
The ideal is a road that leads you to dawn.
In an era of hunger and cold, the ideal is food and clothing;
In an era of food and clothing, the ideal is civilization.
In an era of chaos, the ideal is stability;
In an era of stability, the ideal is prosperity.
Ideals are like pearls, one connected to another,
Throughout the past and present, they string together the future, with endless radiance.
The beautiful string of pearls, the backbone of history,
The past reflects on the present, the present reflects on the future, and the ancestors reflect on the descendants.
Ideal is a compass, guiding the ship;
Ideal is a ship, carrying you on a long journey to the sea.
But sometimes ideals are like the arc of the sea and the sky kissing each other.
It is just out of reach, torturing your enterprising heart.
Ideals make you observe life with a smile;
Ideals make you stubbornly resist fate.
Ideals make you forget your premature gray hair;
Ideals make you still naive when your hair is gray.
Ideal is an alarm clock, crushing your golden dream;
Ideal is soap, washing away your selfish heart.
Ideal is both a kind of gain,
Ideal is also a kind of sacrifice.
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The laughter in loneliness, the bitterness in laughter.
Ideals make honest people often suffer misfortunes;
Ideals make unfortunate people survive in desperate situations.
Ordinary people become great because they have ideals;
A person with ideals is a "capital person".
There are always people in the world who abandon their ideals.
Ideals never abandon anyone.
To give new life to sinners, ideal is the resurrecting fairy grass;
To call back the prodigal son, ideal is a loving mother.
Don’t be resentful if your ideal has been tarnished.
That’s the devil testing your steadfastness.
Don’t cry if your ideal has been stolen.
Go find it quickly and be careful in the future!
A hero loses his ideals and turns into a mediocre person.
Boasting about his achievements in the past is disgusting.
Mediocre people lose their ideals and become mediocre all their lives.
Cursing the environment in front of him ridiculously.
If they bloom ideally, peaches and plums will bear sweet fruits;
If they sprout ideally, elms and poplars will have dense shade.
Please ride on your ideal horse and set off with a whip.
The spring scenery is just right on the road and the sun is sunny in the sky.