There are poems about dreams! Urgent!!!!!

Dreams come from the world of the mind, gently pushed away, a beautiful vision. Gently discard, all unhappy. The hazy and wonderful dream became a candle to illuminate the students; Paint the colorful world with a brush; Move the audience with a fluttering skirt on stage; Set up an airplane and fly in the sky.

Let's set off towards our dreams, along the crooked path, across the beautiful rainbow bridge, step through the white clouds, step by step, towards our beautiful dreams.

A ribbon melts into the warmth of the sun.

1. If you want to be poor, go to the next level.

2. There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea.

3. Who has not died in life since ancient times, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat. Dress up as a nucleus.

4. The side of the sinking boat is accompanied by thousands of sails, and the sick tree is in front of the spring of ten thousand trees.

5. Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Zhuang Zhi is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood.

6. Thousands of hammers are chiseled out of the deep mountains, and the fire is burned as if it is idle. The broken bones are not afraid, and they want to leave their innocence in the world.

7. Life should be a masterpiece, and death is also a ghost hall cherry. So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

8. The bird's nest plays with firewood, and the bird travels.

9. The husband is all over the world, and he is still close to each other for thousands of miles.

10, the king of heaven issued an edict, early recruitment, and the heart was full.

11, the strong heart is not old, and he can still be a ghost when he dies.

I'm just looking.

I'm just looking for the broken key that has been opened at the door.

You don't have to pray for me, because God has long forgotten me, and only sorrow remains.

I'm just looking, looking for that little bird that has shed tears.

You don't have to mourn for me, because Satan has also wielded the sickle, and there is only loneliness left, I am just searching, looking for the face that you kissed, and you don't have to worry about me, because Eros has long since exiled me, and there is only a remnant of thought.

Alas.. After seeing the lonely-winged bird, I realized that my wings were the same as yours.

Lack of sunlight on the left.

Dream Dreams are flying in your hands, and your mood is rippling in the clouds.

There are your days, and the stars are singing.

Dreams fly in the sky, and feelings grow in the diary.

With your days, the years are no longer long.

Dreams are frozen in the story, and the mood sinks in the myth.

Have your days and learn to watch the sunset.

Dreams wander in loneliness, and the mood waits in the middle of the night.

I look forward to your return without you.

My dream is to make clothes and drapes with ribs and wings.

In heaven, dance.

Happiness comes with the sleeves.

The smile is as beautiful as a flower.

Dreams are to wander with the wind.

Melt into the warmth of the sun.

Melt into the green veins of the earth.

It flows into a murmuring stream in the mountains.

I want to be a teacher, so that I can be a burning candle and give silently; I want to be a teacher, so that I can be a gardener and cultivate the flowers of the motherland; I want to be a teacher and nurture the future of my country.