Poems about ideals and dreams be short!!! About 1 minute. ）

Go into the distance. It is a man who always has to go far away, and he goes far away to make life more brilliant.

Walking on the bumpy road, the young eyes are filled with dreams and thoughts.

Whether walking alone or walking in a group, let every footprint be solid and powerful.

We learn to endure pain.

Learn to collect tears like pearls, and store them all in the day of success, even if it is a sea of oceans.

We learn to deal with misunderstandings.

Learn to taste the bitter wine of life as a drink slowly, no matter how many grievances and hardships life has gone through, we always wake up every morning with a vigorous face.

We learn to deal with rumors.

Learn to face the vicissitudes of the world calmly and calmly, suddenly die without being surprised, and add this without anger for no reason"This is our great courage and our cultivation.

We learn to seize the day.

Life is short, the road is long, we go to and cherish every scenery, we keep walking, we keep walking and we become a scenery.

Going into the distance, from youth to youth, from youth to old age, we have gone from the stars to the sunset.

Lotus. The more prosperous the season.

The more you dare not face your face.

I only came to this pond by chance.

There is not a hint of premeditation or reverie.

My ambition is in the blue sky.

I will never covet your nobility.

Even if there is an occasional short stopover.

Some people like to call me Ding Ding Worm.

Actually, my name is Dragonfly.

Nothing to do with the storm.

I just love flying.

to the closest place to the sun.

Fourth Person January 5, 2013 Outlook.

Let your dreams fly. The horizon of dreams.

With you and me, the Liaoyuan of dreams. We spend it together. Strive to realize the dream, dream to fly to the sky. You and I don't forget, the first dream is imprinted in my mind.

Let go of your dreams Childhood dreams are in your heart, and you can't forget them. Work hard to realize your dreams, and when your dreams fly far away in the sky!

Let your dreams fly.

Turn decay into magic, and barbarism into civilization;

Turn foolishness into wisdom, turn loneliness into warmth;

Turn hostility into jade, and turn the impossible into possibility;

A great force from the teacher.

The buds are spitting, the bees are singing, the soft willows are clinging, and the sound is loud.

In the mood for love, sowing beauty, brilliance, and life blooming!

You are a happy generation, you are honey people, you are the future of the motherland, and you are the relay of the Long March!

The praise of youth, the glory of cardamom, the beauty of the sky, the greenery of the earth, the rising sun, the dawn of hope, the call of the times, and the expectation of history.

Under the national flag waving in the wind, in the prosperity of the motherland, in the gorgeous and beautiful morning glow, next to the seven-colored rainbow after the rain.

You add luster to it, you dream of it, you store energy for it, and you make it vibrant.

The sound of reading came from the bright and clean classroom, the heroic posture of your hard training was left on the wide and flat sports field, the dignified and dignified stage was engraved with your light steps, and the foot of the mountain leading to the peak of science did not forget your diligent concentration, you should not ignore the gardener who cultivated flowers;

Do not let down the lamps and candles that you have worked so hard for;

Don't forget, the figure of dealing with homework in the lonely light on a cold night;

Do not ignore it, but nourish the spring that parchs your heart.

The peach and plum in the garden must be watered with painstaking efforts;

Blooming flowers must be forged with years.

The charm of personality must be inspired by the body;

The edifice of faith must be supported by the soul of the teacher;

You are the one who has injected power into the tumbling and fluttering flags.

The future of the motherland and the future of the nation will be built by you with your own hands.

I wish our great motherland a better tomorrow, and may the shapers of our souls reap abundant fruits.

I would like to dedicate this text to the children and respectable teachers during the festival!

The more prosperous the lotus flower is.

The more you dare not face your face.

I only came to this pond by chance.

There is not a hint of premeditation or reverie.

My ambition is in the blue sky.

I will never covet your nobility.

Even if there is an occasional short stopover.

Some people like to call me Ding Ding Worm.

Actually, my name is Dragonfly.

Nothing to do with the storm.

I just love flying.

to the closest place to the sun.

Fourth person. Outlook for January 5, 2013.

A collection of modern poems about ice and rain Ideal sunshine.

Ideal for sunlight The transparent body of water is fascinating.

It started with a book called a casual look.

And a bizarre story of a hazy and unknown cause.

When the snow melts, the chirping of birds in the sky will no longer stop.

Beyond the mountains and forests, the bright spring is still a hint of youth.

It responds to a call from the human heart with a green flow. Ideal sunlight is reflected by water and the body of water.

And then the perception and the figure of the handstand are like one story connecting to another, and they stretch on and on to make up their own bodies and worlds.

Let the desert retreat, let the condensed clouds and gratuitous thoughts drift away with the wind, and let the fearless spirits of the earth play a holy and enduring movement.

Let the lovesickness and enlightenment that go deep into fate point straight ahead.

Ideal sunlight Hidden in the blue and deep meaning of the water.

It's coming from far to near, and from near to far, the contemplation is approaching step by step.

Whispering close to the real and the unreal, and being dreamed of and conscience.

Forgotten by the eyes of ignorance and forgetfulness of the migration. All the words of love must also be the ideal about life, the perception of the sun, the thoughts that lurk in the soul.

It's like this spring from the ancient words of what to do.

Only by touching and reading with the hand of the soul can the bland confusion of that wisp of emotion pass through the illusion of the clouds and then suddenly become clear.

My ideals. My dream is to be an ordinary teacher.

Educate the flowers of the Motherland in the land of knowledge.

Nourish with painstaking efforts, plough with a pen, and water with sweat.

Watch the flowers of knowledge bear the fruits of hard work.

The joy of the harvest will ripple on the face of the bleating person [I don't know if it's well written, but that's all, good luck] hehe.

1. All go into the distance.

I have a dream

I'm going to fly into the distance

Keep going, and you'll get stronger

Nothing can stand in the way

It can stop us from moving forward

Whether it's walking alone or in a group

Make every step solid and powerful

On the voyage of pursuing your dreams

We learn to endure grief

Learn to hide your sorrow like tears

Give the world a smiling face

Tell him we're walls that can't be torn down

We learn to endure loneliness

Learn to bury loneliness deep between the lines

We learn to take blows

Learn to see the blow as a metamorphosis

We walked through the wind and rain

There are no oil-paper umbrellas

But there are long and long rain alleys

But we have the courage and strength to cross

Hope you will like it.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.