Recite dream poems

Finally, I believe that the laughter and laughter in reality are different from those in dreams. The happiness in dreams has become illusory in reality, like soap bubbles, colorful and beautiful as a meteor at night, giving people an illusory but fleeting feeling. There are too many confusing intersections in reality. In the torrent of fate, I can only drift with the tide, my shoulders are helpless, and I can only look up for those responsibilities with my dreams. My dream has become a flying catkin. I can't find my way home. I was lost in the fairy-tale Crystal Palace. I am a wolf. A tame wolf has a charming dream but can't make it run brilliantly but can't catch up with the sunset in the sky. Finally, I am very tired, but I know-giving up is not what I want. I was confused and shouted at the sky. Who will explain it to me? On the road of youth and chasing dreams, which one is not confused? How can I not hesitate? Occasionally, a dream will make me miss my dream. I have my original dream in the distance. I jumped at the top of Mount Everest at an altitude of 8,000 meters, inserted wings for my dream, bravely flew in the lonely light, and gracefully drew a proud arc. It doesn't matter whether anyone appreciates it or not.