A curtain of dreams
Selected Works of American Literature 1:
A curtain of dreams
I have a curtain of dreams,
I don't know who I can * * * with.
Look at the sunrise brilliantly,
Look at the sky with rosy clouds at dusk.
have fun in the rain,
join hands in dancing the breeze.
I have a dream,
I don't know who to go with.
In spring, a hundred flowers are blooming,
In summer, you can enjoy sleeping in the lotus pond. (Gorky)
Flying with butterflies,
Walking with autumn leaves in a boat.
I have a dream,
I don't know who I am with.
The mist veils me,
The castle peak is full of drunken feelings.
The sea sings for me,
All the birds are singing in unison.
I have a dream,
naturally, I am the same. (Little people succeed)
The vast land is the bed,
The blue sky is the embroidered star.
green mountains and green waters embrace each other, and
dreams are full of joy.
Selected Works of American Literature II:
A curtain of dreams
The falling rain
Obliquely beating the banana
As if it were your continuous whisper
Comfort my restless mood (a synonym for overwhelming)
*** In the depths of music,
listening to a curtain of dreams
thoughts trickling down from the pen tip
soaking my undeliverable worries
clear leaves, pink and apricot
clarifying the alternation of seasons
waiting for a gentle breeze
the smoke clouds of the world
like water, I look forward to an old song
.
a grass leaves
wandering alone in the dim light
an umbrella
propping up a lonely rain lane
The night is silent
Who stops at the green slate and looks at you like a lifetime ago
Revisiting it repeatedly
I don't believe that there are only a few thoughts about Liao Liao.
your budding smile
seeps the fragrance
into the soul
is washed by the rain
dressed as a string of warm memories
The night is full of hesitation
I am in the footsteps of your long journey
-gazing at
Selected Works of American Literature III:
I have a curtain of dreams <
There is always some love in my heart, which comes from a dream.
outside the window, the leaves are rustling and the cold wind is blowing gently.
Only I am tapping the quiet words, only that lonely melody has messed up my mood.
Do you still remember the years when you secretly watched Qiong Yao in middle school?
Do you still remember walking quietly into the new house with beaded curtains when you were ignorant?
In the quiet and fragrant lavender garden, who staged a mutual understanding of dreams and voices?
Many, many times, I had a dream when I was young!
The back of childhood, the sunshine of teenagers, and youth are like floating clouds.
The years passed quietly, taking away many perfect memories.
I know,
the perfect flower blooms with the blooming of the heart,
the perfect dream extends with the extension of love.
Today, I still live in my own dream.
Like this night, when my dreams are full of thoughts, I only belong to myself.
I have a dream,
there is a heart fragrance,
waiting for a long-lost love forever.
I have a dark dream.
There is a beautiful painting.
I have a deep sleep dream forever.
I have a dream, and I don't know who I can * * *?
Spring comes and goes in a hurry, leaving only a curtain of dreams.
I have a dream, and tonight the flowers fall into a grave ...