Modern poetry about engineering in dreams

A different life

Will have different dreams

Whether you have seen it all or not

Whether it is the beginning or the end

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Everyone will end one day

Everyone is doing it intentionally or unintentionally

Build a dream project for yourself

Some people are smart

< p> Planning your life

Every step and every stroke

Carefully carving out your ideal dream

In most cases

God will not let you be so calm

Most people have no intention of doing it

Knowing design is as rare as a morning star

Occasionally smart

Late Realize, thank you for your hard work

Those construction workers working overtime day and night

The lights flickering

The machines rumbling

For the blueprint of the plan

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Sweating like rain

Working day and night

I have an incomprehensible dream

I often want to build that project

Every day Every inch of watering must be solid

Every brick and tile must be stable

Every column must be straight

Construction must be done carefully at all times

All night long Not sleeping

My eyes are red

For that approaching day

I am working hard at my desk and writing tirelessly

I am working hard and not relaxing

Never stopped for ten years

When the day comes

I will leave quietly

Watch quietly from a distance

Put the figure that can no longer be grasped

Lower it as low as possible

Quietly - listen

How to deal with those comments

This is the crystallization of a lifetime of hard work

I once imagined

In that tall building

There are many spacious halls< /p>

I met tourists from the past

Received guests and friends from all over the world

The laughter lasted all night long

Even if they came from aliens

< p> Even if the project is only half done

Even if the roof has not been built yet

There is no need to continue the decoration

It is simple but should be calm

Face it Late realization

Time is no longer up to me

There are not so many demands

In a simple house

To the elegant visitors

I am still full of confidence

A smile after work

Because I have worked hard

Never I wasted my life

The time I was given

The energy and wisdom were used up

Even if I have more ambitions

I I closed my eyes without guilt

The rain stopped and I woke up from my dream

The clouds have not dispersed yet

The half-shaped dawn moon and the remaining stars

Hanging brightly in the air

The project in my heart

Still under construction nervously in the morning light