Time: 2009-9-120:03:44 Words: 2692
dreams and reality
I have a habit of writing a lot of words about my dreams in the past. I admit that I'm a little different in one way. When I'm with other people in the day, I'm just like them. When night came, I started to become different. Sometimes in my dreams, I can fly freely like a bird and go wherever I want.
Sometimes I can dream about the girl I like. Even though I can't see anything, I can feel her existence. I used to dream that I joined the ranks of the People's Liberation Army time and time again. I didn't expect this to finally become a reality. That meant that dreams were not useless. Sometimes, they were just hints about the future and a review of the past. Sometimes, I can't tell if I'm dreaming or in real life.
This was really strange. I can't express it accurately. Dreams would change. I once had such a dream. I arrived at the entrance of a certain school. When I really arrived at the high school, I realized that it was exactly the same as in my dream. Who can give me a suitable answer? I tried to solve the problem of dreams. Perhaps you would think that I was a lunatic, a serious lunatic. This is really a joke. I will reject your answer.
So I always wonder what a dream is? How did the dream happen? When you find that the things that happen in your life are the same as those in your dreams, you will discover the charm of dreams. I couldn't give myself an answer. A long time ago, I heard someone say that when you lie in bed, you can fly freely in your dreams. If you curl up when you sleep, you will feel tired when you get up because you keep running in your dream, but you are still motionless in bed. I have to admit that Meng Shi is amazing. No one can clearly explain the wonders of dreams and convince others to accept your point of view. If you miss her (his) voice and smile again and again, you will definitely see her (him) in your dreams. I tried to think of her again and again, and she finally appeared in my dream.
Dreams would be a very interesting and meaningful topic in the future. More and more people would spend time and energy to study it. Whoever can tell me more about dreams will be able to achieve greater success in treating diseases. I dare say so.
Dreams originated from real life. Reality would affect the occurrence of dreams. They influenced each other. Meng Ke had some reaction to reality. Dreams were demons. If you want to sleep well, please work hard. You will naturally not be able to fall asleep. Please forget everything and relax yourself. You will get more happiness. If you fall into something and can't get out, you will continue in your dream. You will feel very tired. I describe the relationship between dream and reality, but it's for the sake of better learning activities, happiness, and forgetting some things. Otherwise, I'll really accomplish nothing. The almighty God is the master of fate. If we work hard, we will change God's mind. Please believe in this.
Reorganized on September 2013, 2007:40 (Written on May 51, 2006: 40am）
May 15th, Monday, sunny
When someone appeared in my dreams. I have to write something. I tried to describe it. This feeling was really good. I want to describe my true feelings, it hurts my heart deeply.
Why does she always dream for no reason
It's not very earth-shattering
Not a touching growth
No touching story grows
No striking impression
But there's no shortage of poems
No lack of enthusiasm
No lack of beautiful moments
This is a dream
This is the charm of love
Who would be willing to break their hearts for her?
I'm enchanted but I never wake up
Waking up and still drunk, is it life or waking up from a dream
I'm still dreaming
Under the yellow lamp
dust-laden past
Who is willing to erase the layers of dust
My passion has long been thrown into the Huangpu River
Love, the cruel and vicious goddess
conquered the whole world
But she completely abandoned the person she loved the most
high risk
Who wants to compete with me?
it's a dream
O Muse the Poet!
Afordiroth, the goddess of beauty
Please save this fragile heart
I turned off the lamp and went to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep
The dream is always clear
Please pick up this poem and give it to the person you love the most
Slowly reciting
The immortal soul of the goddess
An impression that will never fade
Written in the dream
Why am I always one move slower?
Why am I always one move slower?
Is it because I was born weak and vulnerable
Is it because I've walked too little
I don't speak
Bacardi danced the samba after drinking
The World Cup champion is not Brazil again
I'm drunk
Not because I drank too much
But the fragile heart can't extricate itself
Why am I always one move slower?
Overestimating the difficulty
Or have you been pondering but not putting it into action?
I'm a devil who fantasizes
Imagining an enemy is boring
Who's holding onto the dream and crying?
Who is suffocating at the feet of the Statue of Liberty?
Reality wants to hit my dream again and again
I threw away the chain
It turns out that freedom only belongs to slaves who have lost their freedom
Crying doesn't just belong to the weak
Poets and wine are twin brothers
Half drunk, half awake, able to write a diary
No words, no words, no tears
What is opportunity?
What is truth?
wordless love
The mountain was speechless.
Sadness, pain, depression, it's just a temporary surrender to life
All's fair in war, God of Wine
The world's greatest god
You conquered the rivers, mountains and seas
And the entire human world
Sorted on September 21, 2007 (Written on the afternoon of May 20, 2006)
Why is Chen Xing so popular?
Is it because his voice is so charming
So the fans fell to his wonderful singing one by one
When he solemnly picked up the microphone
Or sit in the recording studio and sing to your heart's content
Whether it's hoarse
Still helpless
Always performing with 120% passion and selflessness
A certain class was moved by it
That is their most intimate and truest cry
Home is a shelter from the wind
But the wanderer is too far from home
Love is deep and memorable
But there's always a little helplessness in my heart
a round like
Who remembers that night?
The child who left home
It seems to be still far away
Wandering for a dream that is hard to achieve
Why is Chen Xing so popular?
He is the spokesperson of the workers
He sang the voice of a worker
Ordinary laborers who are simple and hardworking and fight in foreign lands
Their shadows dotted every corner of the city
Maybe it's not eye-catching
But it can never be ignored
Why is Chen Xing so popular?
The answer is obvious
Please pick up this poem
read aloud
Because you already represent too many voices
You already understand this group
Understand why the dragons of the Celestial Dynasty have risen so quickly
Finishing on September 21, 2007 (Written by Kunlun Sword on May 203, 2006:45pm)
May Flying Song: Harvest and Farming
may
The cuckoo in the sky keeps chirping happily
On the earth, the ears of wheat bow their heads
The air is filled with a deep breath
suddenly
A behemoth comes late
Very immodestly baring their fangs and brandishing their claws
Chewing in big mouthfuls
Tasting the hope of a bumper harvest
The old farmers in the fields are full of joyful discussions
Harmonious Society and New Villages
In fact, it's not too far away from us
Grandson insists on clinging to grandpa to hug
Dad is driving a tractor in the field
The sky cuckoo calls at the wrong time
Beads of sweat are like beautiful arcs thrown into the sky
The sound of machines, the laughter of children, the scolding of adults
Together, they form a busy farming map in the countryside
Collated on September 22, 2007 (written on May 27, 2006)
confession
I'm always longing
Longing for your fiery lips
I long for your tender eyes
I always fantasize
Dreaming of meeting you once
Even if it's an online duel
Or an unexpected encounter in the desert
Receiving your email again
When fantasy comes to nothing again and again
Broken dreams
Am I just fated to meet you
In a deep dream
I love you XX
if only for
Time has stopped
The beauty in the dream is not clear
Your letters are always far away
My love is like finding a needle in a haystack
The ship moored far away carries me
Floating in the surging sea
Where is my sea of love
This was not a poem, but a confession…
Collated on September 22, 2007 (written on June 16, 2006)
moved
Always from the most ordinary people
We feel the most sincere feelings
Without beating around the bush
No false excuses
There are no treacherous confessions
Words that are real
Ordinary and simple movements
I'm already touched
I always pick up the most unremarkable movements
Get the most touched
This is the true meaning of life
You always find out in a flash
How beautiful love is
Your beauty is in proclaiming straightforwardness
Declaring how deep love is
To promote this group
How much I need to understand
So a nameless feeling came to my heart again
I found a different kind of beauty
I'm touched because of sincerity
because understanding
Because I used to live in such a group
Collated on September 22, 2007 (written on June 17, 2007)
(The next section is the Tanabata Confession. Single people always let their imagination run wild. That is the source of poetry.)
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