Poetry and prose about dreams.

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Dreaming of galloping on the vast grassland like a fine horse.

Dreaming of revealing a white and flawless body like white clouds, infiltrating into purity, overlooking the ever-changing world and witnessing the true feelings of the world.

Dreams fly freely in the ocean world like never-ending seagulls.

Dreaming that every task can be successfully completed and returned safely. Let my parents who love me rest assured, and let those who love me rest assured.

Dream.

But I always live in my inner dream, which is a halo dancing on the line of life. I lived with hope and difficulties in its light, trying to get close to it, but it never came true. Perhaps remoteness is the meaning of its existence, and existence itself is its real meaning to me!

Back to reality, I found that the harder my dream is, the more it will inspire me, so I must be grateful.

Dreams bring me firmness.

Dreams give me confidence.

Dream is a silent hope.

I will work hard for love and this distant hope until my dream comes true.

The dream of life is like a mountain peak. Maybe I can't reach the peak of my dream through all my life's efforts, but as long as I stubbornly approach it, I will be lucky after all.

Dream, I yearn for it all my life.

The realization of our dreams requires our down-to-earth efforts. Only a dream without action is a real daydream. Dreams will never fall from the sky, but we need to realize them ourselves. Without dreams, there is no hope, let alone any action. Stick to your dream! Don't let go! Poetry is very romantic, seemingly not close to reality, but it brings me enlightenment and wisdom. I can't think of any reason why I don't love poetry. Love poems! As Dickinson wrote in a poem:

No ship can be like a book,

No fine horse can compare with a jumping poem.

Take people far away,

Even the poorest people in this channel can go,

Don't worry about the toll,

How fuel-efficient this car is,

Carrying the human soul!

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If we still have hope, we will never give up our dreams.

If we stick to our dreams, our life will not be empty.

In fact, since the day you decided, you have been on the road to your dream.

However, the dream is always ahead.

People around us don't all live a mediocre life, but they all do mediocre things with their dreams.

All dreams need forbearance and waiting.

I believe that the road to dreams is never a straight line.

Because I have a dream, I should do what I should do now.

When you do every simple little thing well, when you make every little thing different,

Please believe me, you are one step closer to your dream.

The realization of dreams requires wisdom in addition to opportunity and luck.

What is wisdom?

Not only do we know what our dreams are, but,

We need to know what our next goal is.

Many people with ideals can't achieve it.

Because they always can't see where their next step is.

The next step is still far from your dream.

However, for life,

This undoubtedly brings you one step closer to your dream.

Dream is a beautiful house.

You need many bricks of different shapes.

You are collecting different bricks now.

Maybe, we will never realize that dream.

However, the next step is completed.

It brings us closer and closer to our dreams.

Dreams are by no means unconditional

Dream is a strict teacher.

Need to test some puzzling questions.

We don't know why we need to do this.

But we have no choice but to finish it.

Sometimes we think simply.

I feel that I can pursue my dreams regardless of everything.

But I forgot.

In fact, it may be the opposite direction away from dreams.

I believe in all dreams.

It is a successful life full of responsibility.

When you have no conditions to choose freely.

Please remember

The dream is our next step.

Do every little thing well and be different.

We are approaching our dreams.

ideal

Time flows eastward like running water.

Never come back

Years have carved troubles on my head.

I know

I have grown up slowly.

Recall my childhood.

Infinite happiness

Fly freely in the sky like a bird

at present

Worry occupied my whole mind.

I can't get away.

however

For my pursuit

For the ideal of ...

Come here.

Psychological helplessness

muddled thinking

Gather into a network

Wrap my thin body.

Ideal is a stone, knocking out a single spark;

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.

The ideal is the modesty of "having a knot before being unearthed, keeping modesty outside Lingyun".

Ideal is the comfort of "crossing the wild without a boat"

The ideal is the state of mind of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"

The ideal is the heroic spirit of "I laugh at the sky with a horizontal knife and keep my courage".