Poetry about ideals should be positive and inspiring.

Mu Dan has no ideal portrait like a plant. He grows in spring and turns yellow in autumn. He can't sum up his life, and he can't give hope in the face of despair. People without ideals are like running water, why can't they hear its singing? It turned out that it was gradually silted up for real sediment and turned into a dirty pond. A man without an ideal is an empty house without a master. It closes the doors and windows tightly, and the walls of life are covered with dust. Outside, it knocks at the door, but inside, there is no sound. Then open it, life is crying: let an elf invade his heart from an evil distance and torture him enough, because he has seen the heaven on earth. Ideal is a maze. According to its logic, the farther you go, the less you reach your destination. Ah, ideal, what a wonderful feeling, but when it flows into the real ice cave, what you see is the wasteland in the north, which makes your rich heart lose everything. "I am the most reasonable idea, I stand on solid soil", but the reality is sinister quicksand, which only muddy feet can pass through. "I show people the noble road, and my light can penetrate your fog." No matter how many people have dedicated themselves to her, our wisdom ultimately comes from doubt. No doubt? Then follow her, like chasing a jack-o'-lantern.

Ideal is the sea, setting off stormy waves, ideal is the wave, testing thousands of ships and boats, ideal is the boat, carrying people who travel far away, ideal is people, and opening up a new world. Ideal is a bridge that takes you across suspicious waters. Ideal is the sea, setting off stormy waves, ideal is the wave, testing thousands of ships and boats, ideal is the boat, carrying people who travel far away, ideal is people, and opening up a new world. Ideal is a bridge that takes you across suspicious waters. Ideal is water, which will help you calm your anger. Ideal is the sea, setting off stormy waves, ideal is waves, testing thousands of ships and boats, ideal is a boat, carrying people who travel far away.

The ideal mountain scenery is simple, the sky is crisp, the sky is clear in Wan Li, the wind is quiet, the milky way rises, the stars are full of wisdom, the lover is full of hate and tears, the wind is blowing, the clouds cover the stars and the moon, flowers and trees bend over and push a thousand waves, and there are thousands of feelings. People from other places landed involuntarily in the wind, and I growled at the sky, complaining that my intentions were deep and stupid, that there was no light in the sun and moon, that there was no end to people, that there was no fragrance in flowers, and that the wind and rain all the way ahead were unstoppable. I thought I had strong shoulders, but I was bruised all the way. I still look forward to the ideal. Where is the light? Nobody told me where the front was. The blood boiling all the way never cooled. I thought the ideal was really ahead. I seldom look back and stumble along the way. Whose footsteps are so bleak. My back to the sunset turned into despair. Say goodbye to ideal reality and change reality for ideal. If a towering wall collapses, if you still use those old bricks on an unstable foundation, you will have to tear down another wall on many gloomy days. When the wall fell, it sank for a long time and buried many creatures. Someone once said that time can only devour the desire of the city, but dreams will eventually be wasted. Is there only emptiness in this life? What's the difference between life and dreams? You see, the rich, the expensive and the rich, China people have all gone to the wasteland; Dream, I had a good dream, and it was very delicious! In this world, after all the hardships come, the beauty's face is not always red with spring flowers, and even spring flowers are afraid of flying frost; Dream, the flowers in the dream have no severe winter! Clear as water, the moonlight leaks under the pine forest, the night bell rings in the mountain temple, and there is a voice like a spring in the distance: dream, the dream under the moonlight is endless! The flowers in the wine sample are scattered, the bees are buzzing on the branches, and the warm wind is sent to the window: dream, dream in the sun! The tomb is silent, the blue light is bright, and the yellow horse arches around: dreams, endless dreams in the tomb!

It might be a little messy. I'm sorry