A happy face.
It seems that the future is like a canvas.
Let yourself daub
When you were young, you left school.
Trip over ambition
When the fairy tale landed, I finally understood.
The world itself is difficult to grasp.
Later, I became a family.
In life, only bottles and cans are thin.
And ideal, intoxicated, I don't know where to go.
Fortunately, family friendship is also whispering to sleep.
I have always longed for a big city.
My grand dream once lived there.
Now, the city I live in is neither too big nor too small.
Can also advance and retreat freely, comfortable and safe.
When people reach middle age, it's time to tidy themselves up.
Talking about ideals is nothing more than muddling along and wasting time.
But in my heart, a wall is gradually erected.
That only belongs to their own wall, can not be urged.
Inside and outside the wall, two worlds.
Ideal becomes a rough piece of jade, with its light and dust.
Wrapped in plain clothes, I believe the horse came from Xinjiang and traveled with it.
Don't trust the blueprint, no matter how high or far it is, it is a gift of fate.
Everything is just to please yourself.
So no matter, there is no ideal.
There is no need to put hypocrisy
honest
Autumn is also a kind of beauty!
Ideal modern poetry II. Cabbage and radish just now.
A budding hope
After the footsteps of spring have passed.
Green days, red feelings.
Years are deeply printed on the calendar.
I, the language of longing
Wet by the rain in Jiangcheng
At noon that day, the wind passed gently.
Open the diary, once recorded the pink fantasy.
I don't know when I lost you.
Traces are bleached by time
Only furtive shadows always smile sweetly in the dark.
Ah, the angel in the distance
I don't want to irritate your wings.
Just your feathers, colorful.
I never dared to give up my ideal.
Ideal Modern Poetry 3 Sometimes you wander in the distant sky.
Infinite delusion
Such as innocence, unfettered freedom.
I told you! You see, what an immature ideal.
Sometimes you wander in the miserable rain.
There is no hope of spring.
Like sadness, uncontrollable sadness.
I told you! You see, what a tragic ideal.
Poet! What a pure fantasy, what a ridiculous sadness.
Your ideal!
But Nietzsche looked forward to the sun, confused eyes!
Go!
My ideal!
It's not the fantasy of traveling, nor the sadness of soliloquy!
Nor is it a self-styled philosophy and a crazy "sun"
Go!
My ideal!
It's Xiao Ming! It's sentiment!
Regardless of God's joy and anger,
Or the bitterness and joy of life
So,
I have no ideal, no ideal.
Just experience!
Just trudging!
Like natural babies!
Misguided into the world!
Ideal, that is the absurdity on the wall!
In other words, the fence is within reach!
I don't know whether it is Wulingyuan or Taohuayuan.
There are peach blossoms, weeping willows on the shore and flowing water.
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 is very quiet there. It seems that only birds and running water are talking.
It's noisy there Peach blossoms dance with the wind, willow branches sway and are graceful.
There was no one there, as if waiting, waiting gently.
I think it must be waiting for me.
After waking up, I always can't remember where the place that looks like heaven and earth is.
Is it possible that I have been there?
I think so, maybe never.
Then why does it always appear in my dreams?
Misty may be like the stars in the sky.
Far away, but it is the road under your feet.
It may be that there is too much dust on the road and it is confused by the flying dust.
But I won't stop looking.
Even if this life is hopeless.
Big deal, let me create it.
My ideal country, my peach blossom garden.
Even though it is hidden and deep, it is full of thorns.
I will forge a sword, look at that star and walk towards it.
My ideal country, my peach blossom garden.
Ideal modern poetry 5 1. ideal
Ideal is a stone, knocking out a single spark;
Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp;
Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the way forward;
Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn.
In the age of hunger and cold, the ideal is food and clothing;
In the era of food and clothing, the ideal is civilization;
In chaotic times, the ideal is stability;
In a stable era, the ideal is prosperity.
Ideals are like pearls, one after another,
Throughout the ages, the future is endless.
Beautiful pearl chain, the backbone of history,
The past shines today, the present shines now, and the ancestors shine on their children.
Ideal is a compass to guide ships;
Ideal is a ship, carrying you to sea for a long voyage.
But the ideal is sometimes the arc of kissing between the sea and the sky.
Ideal makes you smile and observe life.
Ideal makes you stubbornly resist fate.
Ideal makes you forget the early gray hair on your temples;
Ideal makes your head white and naive.
Ideal is an alarm clock to break your golden dream;
Ideal is soap to wash away your selfishness.
Ideal is not only an acquisition,
Ideal is a kind of sacrifice.
If ideals bring you honor,
That's just a by-product of it,
But more is misunderstood loneliness,
Laughter in loneliness, bitterness in laughter.
Ideal makes honest people often suffer misfortune;
Ideals keep the unfortunate people alive.
Ordinary people are great because they have ideals;
People with ideals are "capitalized people".
There are always people in the world who abandon their ideals.
Ideals never abandon anyone.
Give new life to sinners, ideal is the immortal grass that awakens the soul,
Call the prodigal son back, the ideal is a loving mother.
The ideal has been defiled, so there is no need to resent it.
That's the devil testing your loyalty;
Ideal has been pickpocketed, don't cry,
Go get it back, and be careful in the future!
The hero lost his ideal and became a mediocre man.
Exaggerated the achievements of the year;
Mediocre people lose their ideals and remain mediocre all their lives.
Ridiculously cursing the immediate environment.
Ideal flowering, peaches and plums should bear sweet fruit;
The ideal bud, elm poplar will have shade.
Please get on the ideal horse and start here with a whip.
Spring is just on the road and the sky is sunny.
2. Ideal
A flock of delicate birds
Fly near the water
Take you to the oncoming river.
Expand the existing scenery on both sides of the strait.
But it won't cause ripples on the water.
Nor will it sink to the bottom of the water.
They are in the early morning.
Fly to the sun and the sun
Not the end.
It's not for flying.
It takes you deep into spring.
Let the breath of the wilderness fill your heart
But never stop at any kind of flower.
As if turning a blind eye to beauty
It takes you into the night.
But I will never let you stay in the dark.
He gave you a pair of eyes darker than night.
You can see through the day behind the night.
He leans to one side.
Lead you to touch the scarred wound
But I won't let you see the shiny slits.
He gave you a huge ruin.
But never again the collapse of the castle.
He piled dry bones in front.
Light a bonfire
Dye your eyes with the sufferings of pioneers.
But I will never let you taste tears.
rational consideration
Some people say that ideals are utopian dreams.
Some people say that ideals are the deception of schemers.
Some people say: Ideal is mental madness.
Some people say that ideals are the shield and sword of losers.
I want to say: you have become a godless tramp.
I want to say: you have become a small wooden sail floating around.
I want to say: you have become a dissolute man.
I want to say: you have become a self-prisoner on the decadent stage.
Ideal: I need diligent people to keep irrigation.
Ideal: I need the test of the will of the frustrated.
Ideal: I need the fearless courage of the wearer.
Ideally, I need calm people to be patient.
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 sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away 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 frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
Ideal Modern Poetry 6 Ideal is a stone, knocking out the fire of a star;
Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp;
Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the road at night;
Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn.
In the age of hunger and cold, the ideal is food and clothing;
In the era of food and clothing, ideal is civilization.
In chaotic times, the ideal is stability;
In a stable era, the ideal is prosperity.
Ideals are like pearls, one after another,
Throughout the ages, the future is endless.
Beautiful pearl chain, the backbone of history,
The past shines today, the present shines now, and the ancestors shine on their children.
Ideal is a compass to guide ships;
Ideal is a ship, carrying you to sea for a long voyage.
But the ideal is sometimes the arc of kissing between the sea and the sky.
It's beyond your tolerance and tortures your enterprising heart.
Ideal makes you smile and observe life;
Ideals make you stubbornly resist fate.
Ideal makes you forget the early gray hair on your temples;
Ideal makes your head white and naive.
Ideal is an alarm clock to break your golden dream;
Ideal is soap to wash away your selfishness.
Ideal is not only an acquisition,
Ideal is also a kind of sacrifice.
If ideals bring you honor,
That's just a by-product of it,
But more is misunderstood loneliness,
Laughter in loneliness, bitterness in laughter.
Ideal makes honest people often suffer misfortune;
Ideals keep the unfortunate people alive.
Ordinary people are great because they have ideals;
The ideal person is a capitalized person.
There are always people in the world who have abandoned their ideals.
Ideals never abandon anyone.
Give new life to sinners, and ideal is the immortal grass that revives the soul;
Call the prodigal son back, the ideal is a loving mother.
The ideal has been defiled, so there is no need to resent it.
That's the devil testing your loyalty;
Ideal has been pickpocketed, don't cry,
Go get it back, and be careful in the future!
The hero lost his ideal and became a mediocre man.
Exaggerated the achievements of the year;
Mediocre people have lost their ideals and lived all their lives.
Ridiculously cursing the immediate environment.
Ideal flowering, peaches and plums should bear sweet fruit;
The ideal bud, elm poplar will have thick shade.
Please get on the ideal horse and start here with a whip.
Spring is just on the road and the sky is sunny.
ideal
Standing at the crossroads of life
The road ahead is divided.
If you come here,
I will definitely choose the unobstructed avenue.
but I ...
Not like you.
I like loneliness.
I prefer roads without footprints.
I will hold the sword of ideal.
Open the ideal road
The ideal modern poem 7 has no pain and no disappointment.
I'll be there before I fall down
Write a poem
Put it in a place I call my hometown.
I'm from there.
Germinate from the blue dreamy sky
But I can't get there.
This place has my soul.
My body is standing in a sea of people
Stare at reality
Body and soul in life
Will eventually become two kinds of people.