Poetry about ideals, not poems, not too long, not too short! Today!

Have you noticed that our present is gone!

Have you noticed that our lives are missing something?

Have you noticed that our hearts are quietly desolate!

You finally realize that we are missing dreams and hopes!

You've finally found out that we're missing our dreams and vows!

How many dreams have been in the vicissitudes of life, how many struggles have been in the same boat through thick and thin, how many pride and ambition have been young and frivolous, and how many promises and trusts have been made in the endless years!

Unattainable and unforgettable, we have lost and we have not given up.

In the end, it is difficult to reach those lost pasts and sad vicissitudes!

It's hard to let go and hard to forget, we linger and we still work hard.

How many dreams have become dreams, and how many pride have become desolate.

We have never forgotten those vows and hopes that touched us!

It doesn't matter how long it has been or how many years have passed.

We will all spread our wings for dreams and hopes!

We have never flinched from the bridge and never feared!

We don't care about failure or even loss!

Because we know that in the face of the stormy sky, in the face of the world of dreams, in the face of endless trials.

We all have a dream.

Firm and resolute heart!

In the end, it is hard to achieve, yesterday's dream is gone!

In the end, those past vows will come to naught!

Don't hesitate to spread your wings and fly freely in the direction of your dreams.

Don't be afraid of pain and loss, because we still have dreams in our hearts.

Even our wings are covered with scars.

I will never give up, the distance in my heart!

The ideal is the ladder to heaven and helps you reach the other side of happiness;

The ideal is a beacon in the darkness that illuminates the direction in which you are going;

Ideals are the pillars that inspire people to forge ahead, so that you have the persistence not to give up easily.

Red flags dance in the wind, and the lights shine brightly in the sky.

The whole country has celebrated for decades, and thousands of households have opened their faces.

Celebrating the 55th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

The sound of the salute shook the world, and the five-star red flag was like a colorful glow.

The glorious history has attracted worldwide attention, and the land of China is full of flowers.

Reform and opening up have set sail, and the motherland has leapt to the ground.

Today, we will show the war again, and the brilliant future will be praised by the world.

Nowadays, it is more energetic after the storm.

Looking at the wind alone, the eagle falcon hits the high autumn.

Pulling the bow and looking northwest, the dragon light shoots the wolf.

Desert Original. Bonus points. Thank you.

Ideal for sunlight.

The water-like transparent body is fascinating.

It started with a book.

A casual look.

and a bizarre story.

The hazy and unknown cause.

The snow melts. The chirping of the birds in the sky will no longer cease.

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

It responds with a green flow.

A kind of inspiration from the human heart.

Ideal for sunlight.

Reflected by water and the body of water.

Then the perception and figure of the handstand.

It's like a story connected.

Another story.

Stretches endlessly to make up your own body and the world.

Let the desert retreat.

Let the agglomerated clouds and gratuitous thoughts drift away with the wind.

Let the earth be fearless elves.

Play a holy and enduring movement.

Let go deep into the lovesickness and enlightenment of fate.

Straight ahead. Ideal for sunlight.

Hidden in the blue and deep meaning of the water.

It comes from far and near.

Meditation from near and far is approaching.

Whispers that are close to the real and the unreal.

and being coveted by dreams and conscience.

Eyes that are either bewildered or ignorant.

Forgotten migrations again and again.

Those words of all love.

It must also be brought about by ideals.

About life's perception of sunlight.

The thoughts that lurk in the soul.

It's like this spring comes from ancient words.

How to do it.

Use the hand of the mind to caress and read.

in order to make that wisp of emotion.

The bland confusion through the illusion of the clouds.

Then it suddenly dawned.

The ideal is the humility of "having a section before being unearthed, and still being humble outside Lingyun".

The ideal is the comfort of "wild crossing without a boat on its own".

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

The ideal is the heroism of "I smile to the sky with a horizontal knife, and go to leave the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun".

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.