Chinese Dream Poetry: Flying Chinese Dream My dream has passed through the four great inventions echoed by the Millennium, containing the endless wisdom Silk Road of China, building a bridge of friendship between China and the West as a mirror, guiding the Great Wall of Wan Li with wise thoughts, and standing up the solid backbone of China's land. After a hundred years of vicissitudes, the claws of the Opium War tore open my country, and the guns of the Sino-Japanese War seemed to still reverberate in my ears, burning my mother's skin and my dream! My desolate dream. When? When did the red boat in Nanhu greet the dawn? It held up the red flag of Jinggangshan, the sun in my heart, reflected the footprints of my southern tour, and carried the longing for reform in Xiaogang Village, which made my dream flower bloom freely through the frozen soil. It was my dream to go to the mysterious moon palace and dance the elegant dress of Chang 'e, and it was my dream to dive into the blue sea and touch the powerful arm of the dragon. It's my dream to put green clothes on the ancient riverbed to build a solid barrier of the mother river, to curb the pace of desert erosion and show the power of Ma Benteng in the prairie, to tie a beautiful Chinese knot and weave red and auspicious with 56 love threads, to grasp the pulse of the earth so that future generations will not suffer from the tears of blood after the disaster, and to send dragons across mountains and mountains to the snowy plateau to be healthy. It is the infatuation of the seaside to watch the wanderer fall asleep in his mother's arms. My dream is to build thousands of mansions to warm every wandering heart. Male: My dream is to build a gorgeous stage to make every drop of sweat fly. My dream is to open the palace of civilization and let every bud enjoy love. Male: My dream is to embrace the beautiful sunset and let every sunset glow colorful. It is the wings of dancing economy that make the movement of the Yangtze River gallop on the world stage. Male: My dream is to forge a strong body and make the majesty of the three mountains and five mountains stand up as a giant. I suddenly dream of peace for no reason, and look at Kunlun to my dream! My dream! My beautiful dream, you are a fragrant poem in the long river of years, and you are my eternal belief. I know that the road to chasing dreams is rugged and long, but my dream-chasing heart will never hesitate my dream! My dream! My colorful dream, you are the accumulation of thousands of years, you are the struggle of nearly a hundred years, you are the desire of hundreds of millions of people gestated in my heart, and 1.3 billion hearts are quietly growing. When my dream takes root in every fertile soil, it will become a beautiful paradise. When my dream sprouts in every heart, my dream is a fiery sorghum. My dream is your dream, my dream is our dream and a great Chinese dream.