A poem about dreams written by myself.

1. Write a modern poem about dreams and look for dreams.

Once,

Have a little wish.

Later,

Into a dream fluttering in the wind.

In ignorance,

The dream has already drifted away.

In a daze,

I lost my way in life.

In persistence,

I once longed for Iraq.

People who can forget to guide street lamps.

Finally,

In a hurry,

Epiphany, life tells me,

To find the lost dream.

So,

I looked and looked,

I saw it waving to me in the distance.

That's the road to dreams.

That's the intersection where I met teenagers.

It's just that this road is full of thorns

But life says,

Without cruelty, there is no courage.

Fortunately,

After thousands of pursuits,

Finally overlooking.

Since then,

I only care about the hardships.

2. This self-created poem entitled My Dream may be that I seldom dream at night, so I like to dream, especially when I am awake. Fortunately, I had good dreams, not nightmares. When a person is bored, he likes to dream with his eyes open. He pieced together the small pieces in his dream and strung them into a thread, which became my poem. It is not difficult to see that my poems have little to do with my life, work and reality. My poems are only related to my dreams.

Mr Zhao Xinshan wrote a poem, The Logic of Poetry. When you are awake, poetry is a dream; When you are asleep, the dream is a poem. . . . . . The mystery of poetry/dreams/. . . . . . I don't believe in dreams when I sleep, but I believe that poetry comes from wandering in dreams. Just because it is a dream, it is a poem, just like many feelings. If you are lucky, maybe a poem is a lover. Someone asked me, is online dating still a story? I smiled. . . . . . No online chat, no netizens, no stories. However, I like to imagine, imagine happy games, imagine romantic plots. Most of them are imaginary without characters, just unclear dreams. This has been a part of my life for many years.

I believe that everyone, no matter how high his position or how rich he is, has many things that he can't do. In fact, what he can do should not be done. Once he can do it, the beauty disappears. I would rather let that beautiful feeling stay in my imagination and deep heart forever. It's always nice to have a look when you have time.

There are too many beautiful things in the world, and it is impossible to get everything. Any gain will be at the expense of another loss. Therefore, don't easily hunt things that you don't get or don't belong to yourself; Cherish what you get; Turning the unattainable beauty into poetry is also a very romantic thing.

There are poems because there are dreams. The owner in the dream is uncertain, and most of them have never appeared in life, perhaps only in novels or movies. There is no exact image, no specific content, and more is just a vague feeling. I am glad that I still feel when you are sad and lonely. Imagine something cold and you will feel sad. It is this dreamlike feeling that makes poetry. Sometimes I often imagine all kinds of beautiful things, including people I have met or appreciated, just appreciating them and just storing them in poems. This has nothing to do with reality.

I am not a poet. I just like to connect the hazy images with line by line sentences, so that readers can imagine something. You can think so, and so can he. The bigger the imagination and the more scenes, the better this poem will be. Part of the feeling after reading comes from poetry, part comes from the reader's experience and thoughts, combined with the reader's image and mood, which may be far from my dream. Anyway, if my dream can arouse people's imagination by string, I will be very happy. This is exactly what I want. This is my dream; This is my poem.

3. Are there any poems about dreams, such as self-created flying dreams?

Life is wonderful because of dreams.

Dreams are gorgeous because of hard work.

Let your dreams fly

Achieve life

The flower of success blooms with sweat.

The tree of life is evergreen because of dreams.

Let your dreams fly

realize oneself

Dreams are not dreams.

Need practical action

Dreams are not empty talk.

Need to work hard

When life is hard

When dreams are frustrated

Don't be sad, don't give up

Go ahead and never lose heart.

Let your dreams fly

God helps those who help themselves.

The flower of dreams will finally bloom.

The tree of life always bears fruit.

4. I wrote a poem about the Chinese dream, my dream.

My dream runs to the Yangtze River,

Galloping on the Qinghai Plateau;

My dream jumps on the top of the mountain,

Soaring in the boundless blue sky.

I was born in the vast loess,

With the support of the motherland.

Raise the victory flag of New China,

The future of the motherland is woven by us.

There are roosters in the east,

Turn the illusion into a swan traveling around the world.

Once innocence becomes power,

Once the ridicule turns into applause,

Once sweat turns into milk,

Once the storm turns into a rainbow!

Tall buildings,

All roads lead to prosperity,

One towering tree after another,

A scenic spot,

One tourist attraction after another,

And the billion China people in Qian Qian,

Is proving to the world: we are strong!

I love my motherland,

The strength of the motherland,

The prosperity of the motherland,

It's my real dream!

I hope I can help you.