Ideal as a child
I have an allowance every day
I lower my head to find that
my mother is worried about rice and soy sauce
I dream of growing up one day
when I grow up, I will have no worries about children
But when I grow up, I will be worried
Someone talks to me about ideals
I want to be satisfied. And I want to live
in order to exist, I have worked hard
to refuel, and I have struggled
and I have talked to others about my ideal
The wind is light, the clouds are light
Love is beautiful, Life is happy
and you hold your shoulder and say
Please leave some living space
The reality is naked and provocative
I dare not say that I am a patient
I live like an ordinary person
Some people are not suitable for talking about ideals
Money rots, heartfelt feelings
Love becomes vulgar
Can you lend me a pair of wings
?
The ears of rice are golden in autumn
If I don't talk about ideals
I choose to leave in the dark
Don't be crowned, don't be flashy
Don't be fresh, don't cry
Live, like the modern poem of the latent sick slave "Ideal" 2
The cabbage and radish you planted, There are just
budding hopes
after the footsteps of spring have passed, the days have turned green and the feelings have turned red
The years are deep
I am on the calendar, and the language I long for
is wet by the rain in Jiangcheng
At that noon, the wind gently passed
and opened my diary, which once recorded a pink fantasy
I don't know when. I've lost you
Traces have been bleached by time
Only the sneaking shadow always smiles sweetly in the dark
Ah, the angel in the distance
I didn't want to provoke your wings
It's just your feathers, which are colorful
I'm always afraid to give up my ideal. 3
Sometimes you are in the distant sky. You see, what an immature ideal
Sometimes you wander in the miserable rain
There is no hope of spring
Like a sad, uncontrollable sorrow
I said! You see, what a miserable ideal
poet! What a pure fantasy, and what a ridiculous sadness
your ideal!
But Nietzsche looked forward to the sun, and his eyes were confused!
go ahead!
my ideal!
it's not a fantasy of traveling in the clouds, and the sadness of talking to yourself!
It's not a self-proclaimed philosophy and a crazy "sun"
Go ahead!
my ideal!
it's mingxiao! It's sentiment!
No matter the joy and anger of God
or the pain and joy of life
So,
I have no ideal, no ideal
I just need to experience!
just trudge!
like a natural baby!
strayed into the besieged city of the world!
ideal, that's the absurdity on the wall!
still, the fence wall is within reach! Modern Poetry 4 of Ideal
I don't know if it is Wulingyuan or Taohuayuan.
there are peach blossoms, willows hanging down the bank and flowing water gurgling.
There are many birds singing freely, crisp, melodious and tactfully.
where is that?
why does it always appear in my hazy and lonely dreams?
it's very quiet there, and it seems that only birds and running water are talking.
It's very noisy there. Peach blossoms dance to the beat of the wind, and willow branches are swaying and graceful.
there's no one there, as if waiting and waiting gently.
I think it must be waiting for me.
when I wake up, I can't remember where the place that looks like heaven and earth is.
is it possible that I have been there?
I think I have, or maybe I have never been.
then why is it always in my dreams?
The misty one may be like the stars in the sky.
Distant, but it guides the road under your feet.
maybe there is too much dust on the road, and I am confused by flying dust.
but I won't stop looking for it.
even if this life is hopeless.
let me create it.
my ideal country, my peach blossom garden.
even though it's hidden deep and covered with thorns.
I will forge a sword, look at the star and walk towards it.
my ideal country, my peach blossom garden. Modern poetry of "Ideal" 5
1. Ideal
Ideal is a stone that knocks out a single spark;
Ideal is fire, which lights the extinguished lamp;
Ideal is a lamp, which illuminates the way forward;
Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn.
in the age of hunger and cold, the ideal is to have enough food and clothing;
in the age of food and clothing, the ideal is civilization;
in the era of chaos, the ideal is stability;
in a stable era, the ideal is prosperity.
Ideals are like pearls, one is connected with another.
They run through the past and the present, connecting the future, and the sky is endless.
the beautiful pearl chain is the backbone of history.
The past shines on the present, the present shines on it, and the ancestors shine on their descendants.
Ideal is compass, which guides the ship;
the ideal is a ship, which carries you to the sea for a long journey.
But the ideal is sometimes an arc kissed by the sea and the sky.
The ideal makes you observe life with a smile.
The ideal makes you stubbornly resist fate.
Ideal makes you forget that your temples are gray early;
Ideal makes you white-headed and naive.
Ideal is an alarm clock, which breaks your golden dream;
Ideal is soap, which washes your selfishness.
Ideal is both an acquisition and a sacrifice.
If an ideal brings you honor,
it's just a by-product,
and it brings more misunderstood loneliness,
laughter in loneliness and bitterness in laughter.
ideals often make honest people suffer misfortune;
ideals save the unfortunate.
Ordinary people are great because they have ideals;
A person with an ideal is a "capitalized person".
There are always people in the world who abandon their ideals.
Ideals never abandon anyone.
Give sinners a new life, and the ideal is the immortal grass that revives the soul.
Call the prodigal son back, and the ideal is the loving mother.
The ideal is defiled, so don't resent it.
That's an evil spirit testing your faithfulness.
The ideal has been pickpocketed, so don't cry.
Go and get it back, and be careful in the future!
Heroes lose their ideals and become mediocrities.
They gloat about their exploits in those years.
A mediocre person loses his ideal and lives in mediocrity,
ridiculously cursing the immediate environment.
ideal flowering, peaches and plums should bear sweet fruits;
in the ideal budding, Populus ulmoides will have shade.
Please ride on the ideal horse and start with a whip.
It's just spring on the road and the sun is sunny in the sky.
2、 Ideal
A group of exquisite birds
fly close to the water
take you to the oncoming river
unfold the scenery that already exists on both sides of the river
but they don't make ripples on the water
nor sink to the bottom
They fly to the sun in the morning, but the sun is not the end
nor does it aim at flying
. Heaven
fills your heart with the breath of the wilderness
but never lingers on any kind of flowers
as if turning a blind eye to beauty
It leads you into the night
but never lets you stay in the dark
He gives you a pair of eyes darker than the night
You can see through the day behind the night
He leans over to lead you to touch
. > but he doesn't let you see the shining knife crevice
He presents you with a huge ruin
but never reproduces the process of the castle collapse
He piles up dried bones in front
lights bonfires
makes your eyes red with the sufferings of the pioneers
but never lets you taste the tears
3. Thinking
Some people say that the ideal is utopian.
some people say: ideals are the deception of schemers.
Some people say: Ideal is the madness of a spiritual person.
Some people say that ideals are the shield and sword of losers.
I want to say: you have become a vagrant without God.
I want to say: you have become a small wooden sail floating around.
I want to say: you have become a debauched man.
I want to say: you have become a self-prisoner on the decadent stage.
ideal: I need diligent people to irrigate persistently.
Ideal: I need the test of the frustrated will.
Ideal says: I need the fearless courage of those who wear Jing.
ideally, I need calm people to dock patiently.
God said: Ideal is everyone's crown.
God said: Ideal is everyone's file.
God said: Ideal is everyone's spaceship.
God said: Ideal is everyone's temple.
4. Believe in the future
When cobwebs mercilessly seal up my stove
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly pave the ashes of disappointment
Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use them. P > Write down on the bleak land: Believe in the future
I will use my fingers to wave the waves that rush to the horizon
I will use the palm of my hand to hold the sun
The warm and beautiful pen that flickers the dawn
Write down with a child's pen: Believe in the future
The reason why I firmly believe in the future
is that I believe that people's eyes in the future will be opened
. She has a pupil who can see through the chapters of the years.
No matter whether people send moving tears, deep sympathy
or contemptuous smiles and bitter sarcasm
to our rotting flesh, I firmly believe that people have explored, lost, failed and succeeded countless times
to our spine. Fair evaluation
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation
Friends, firmly believe in the future
Believe in indomitable efforts
Believe in the young who overcome death
Believe in the future and love life. 6
Ideal is a stone, knocking out a spark;
Ideal is fire, which lights the extinguished lamp;
Ideal is a lamp, which illuminates the road at night;
Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn.
In times of hunger and cold, ideal is food and clothing;
In the age of food and clothing, the ideal is civilization.
In the age of chaos, the ideal is stability;
In a stable era, the ideal is prosperity.
The ideal is like pearls, one is connected with another,
It runs through the past and the present, and the future is endless.
The beautiful pearl chain is the backbone of history,
The past shines on the present, and the ancestors shine on the descendants.
The ideal is a compass to guide the ship;
Ideal is a ship, which carries you to the sea for a long journey.
But sometimes ideal is an arc that the sea and the sky kiss each other,
It is out of reach, tormenting your enterprising heart.
Ideal makes you smile and observe life;
Ideals make you stubbornly resist your fate.
Ideals make you forget that your hair turns gray early;
Ideal makes your head white and still naive.
Ideal is an alarm clock that breaks your golden dream;
Ideal is soap, which washes away your selfishness.
Ideal is an acquisition,
Ideal is also a sacrifice.
If ideal brings you honor,
it is only a by-product,
and it brings more misunderstood loneliness,
laughter in loneliness and acid in laughter.
Ideals help the unfortunate survive.
Ordinary people are great because of their ideals;
An ideal is a "capitalized person".
There are always people in the world who abandon their ideals.
Ideals never abandon anyone.
Giving new life to sinners, ideals are immortal grass that can revive the soul;
Call the prodigal son back, and the ideal is a loving mother.
The ideal has been defiled, so don't resent it.
That's an evil spirit testing your faithfulness.
The ideal has been pickpocketed, so don't cry.
Go and get it back, and be careful in the future!
Heroes lose their ideals and become mediocrities.
They gloat about their exploits in those years.
Mediocre people lose their ideals and remain mediocre all their lives,
ridiculously cursing the immediate environment.
Ideals blossom and peaches and plums bear sweet fruits;
When the ideal buds, there will be shade on the elm poplar.
Please ride on the ideal horse and start with a whip.
Spring is just on the road, and the sun is sunny in the sky.
The ideal
stands at the crossroads of life
The road ahead is different
If you come here
you will definitely choose the unobstructed avenue
.