I can't hear the wind, but I can't close the cold heart window. I can't see the jade snow, but it lingers in my fragile heart and I can't close it all the time.
I want to melt the white sadness with the temperature of tears, but the night is deep and the wind is colder. 3. "Good memories" lost warm light and ignorant hope. My world suddenly became a lonely ocean. Do you still remember the time when the school was under the sea of flowers? There is another one waiting for you. Good memories of the past have become the sharpest weapon to hurt you and me. Little by little, the pain flooded our breath, cut off our contact, and gradually only the cold breath was left. I want to find it. Your fragrance permeates the whole sky. Beautiful flowers and snow. Only the beauty of loneliness and despair remains. How to convince you that the old school will leave our memories in the end. An immortal miracle. 4. Just suddenly, I miss you (1)? Quiet night. Look at the sky on the windowsill. As clean and transparent as ever. I like looking up at the sunshine. At the moment of tears? I always feel that the siltation in my heart has completely disappeared. I like looking up at the moonlight. You came unexpectedly in the faint moonlight. Just suddenly. Miss you very much ..? When I ride a bike, I always like to look out the window. Look at those fleeting light and shadow. My head is a little dizzy. Just suddenly. Miss you very much ...? (3.)? Walk alone. Many people pass by. Familiar or unfamiliar faces. A smile. A look. Just suddenly. Miss you very much ...? (4.)? Hug. ? As long as I can always hold you. Bury your head in your arms? Breathing the breath that belongs only to you. Greed. Attachment. ? Just suddenly. Miss you very much ...? (5)? Simple. Always liked simplicity. People. ? Or something. ? It just seems that many things are far from simple. I don't know who can accompany me in the end. Just a simple life. Just ... ? Just suddenly. Miss you very much ...? (6.)? Hold hands. No sense of direction. I want you to hold my hand in your palm. \ Shuttle through the crowds coming and going. I'll be happy and close my eyes. Laugh loudly. Just suddenly. I miss you very much.
(7.)? Alcohol. Suddenly infatuated. Like to wander around drunk or not. When everything is blurred? But I miss you so clearly. Just suddenly. Miss you very much ...? (8.)? Mood? I learned to express my feelings. A far-fetched smile hides a person's sadness. I think I can also learn to be strong. Afraid of meeting you occasionally. Look at my confused mood. It'll get out of hand. Show your pain. Whenever and wherever. Show you a perfect me. Just suddenly. I miss you very much. . ? Always believe that when I miss you, you are just thinking about me. Are you thinking about me? ```` ? Just in the days without you? Easy to be lonely, easy to get hurt.
2. Poetry about campus love. This is very interesting.
I found some campus poems in the examination room when I was invigilating and collecting books outside. Although they are not unbiased, I want to record them here for readers.
One: Homework
When will the homework be available? Ask the sky with a pen. I don't know Beijing time. What time is it tonight? I want to sleep, but I'm afraid I'll be scolded tomorrow. Words are like poison arrows. Infinitely desolate, I really want to leave this world. My hands are sore, my body is weak, and my brain is full of lead. I dare not hate, I don't know where I am. Dad expects his son to succeed, and mother expects her daughter to succeed. This matter is old and difficult. I hope it will be sunny from now on, and there will be no homework.
Second: weekend.
The dormitory is deserted and the campus lights go out. I have no face to go back to my hometown and face the sky and the moon alone.
Third: pending orders.
It is common to see it in the game room, but it is better than winning or losing on the football field. The day before the exam was still chic, and it was time to fail the list.
Fourth, the feeling of leaving the examination room.
No answers before, no notes after. Regret your life and hand in your papers alone.
Fifth: Helpless, helpless
I felt very weak in the morning and fell asleep in class. Ask your classmates, it's time to turn on the light. Helpless, helpless, the exam is a red light.
Sixth, teachers will reduce their responsibility to our generation.
Teachers will be demoted to our generation, always take exams, give me a "red light" and accuse me of incompetence. Call my parents and slap me. Only in this way can we thoroughly remould ourselves, take care of ourselves, reap what we can't get, and stand out in the exam.
Seventh: when can I get rid of the pain?
There is a lot of homework today, and everyone is frowning. Look forward, look back, and want to copy, but unfortunately no one will. Going home is a treasure, but it is not difficult to say homework. Burning the midnight oil to tide over the difficulties, he was born a bad luck. It's already ten o'clock, and my parents are asleep. Who am I going to ask, sad or not? Now the students are really tired, and it's all bragging to say that reducing the burden. Days are like years, when can I get rid of the pain?
This is for love.
The rain outside the curtain stopped again and again.
Get off and stop.
As if to say
Endless sorrow
The autumn wind is rustling, who can soothe me in white?
At the lonely bedside
Mochow, Mochow
Do you know
At the end of loneliness
As long as I have you
There will be no darkness.
Stop worrying
Tears, loneliness
Will be left behind
Stars will dance with you and rivers will roar.
Accompany you
Your heart is the same as mine.
Listen to the gentle whispers of wind and rain.
No more birds' shadows fall into eyes.
Close your eyes gently.
Death, escape, freedom!
This is not entirely a love poem, which has many elements of pursuing ideals.
Play another song that is clearly written.
Do you still remember the summer of memory?
Scattered in the wind has evaporated.
The noise is hoarse.
We have learned many proverbs.
Cover up untouched scars.
I don't want to hide it anymore.
Because I will think of you.
I'm afraid to face myself.
My will is always swallowed up by loneliness.
Because you always remind me
The past will never pass.
Love is not my call, even if it is.
It is a fruitless flower, an unfinished concern.
What kind of number is seven?
What kind of light does the moon have?
Sing with me?
Who solved the mystery of happiness in July?
I can only try this metaphor:
Love may just be a glimmer.
You light up all the miracles in my life.
It's so human ~ ~ I'm intoxicated ~ ~ I'm deeply moved by this feeling of petty bourgeoisie. ..
But then again, people still write poems to express their feelings. ..
3. I love the poems on campus, the songs of the four seasons on campus and the golden campus. We come noisily, and our young hearts are filled with infinite expectations. The world is wrapped in white. We vent our passionate feelings and radiate colorful green campus life. Those ignorant teenagers are flaunting the brilliance of life and enjoying the infinite fiery campus of knowledge. Those immature faces are full of harvested knowledge. We are looking forward to the new school year. The campus of the four seasons is becoming more and more colorful year by year. When we grow up, we leave silently with the joy of growth. If we are in the lower grades, I also have two songs here: How beautiful our campus is, flowers are blooming and bees are collecting honey.
Come and see, the corridor is full of students' works, including calligraphy, painting, paper-cutting and handicrafts. In the classroom, the new desk and chair can move up and down. There are four wheels at the bottom of the desk, which can be aligned with a little movement.
The multifunctional hall is amazing. It can project DVD to watch movies, watch animations, dance and play games. Everywhere has a new look. In winter, after a hazy fog on campus in the morning, the warm sun on Dongshan Mountain is decorated with monotonous branches in the morning, which is more affectionate and busy than before. The withered figure of weeping willows on the roadside swayed with the wind, throwing glittering and translucent water drops on Chongde Lake, and the aroused voice echoed gently in the corner of the campus this winter. The cold wind was warmed by the warm sun, and the number of passers-by on the campus path showed signs of decreasing. On the grass next to the College of Liberal Arts, I answered my questions in twos and threes. This winter's campus is a bit lonely and empty, but with a girlfriend around, there is a fresh and fragrant warmth and fragrance-don't forget that 70 years ago, the Japanese invaded China, in that year1February, 70 years after the massacre, I hope I can remember the national humiliation, remember what happened in that year, write poems that I hate, and the winter wind blew through the countryside, blood red and the sun red, and the grass and trees withered, paving the floor. When I woke up from my dream, the yellow race was in a state of chaos, and my soul was in pain and there was nowhere to escape the killing. The road is exhausted and the country is still broken. Although the mountains and rivers are still broken, the fate is nowhere to be found, and the national luck is also faltering. The lights burned out, and the spare cold air swept through Jinling City. The sound of sand awakened the dreamer. At the beginning of the Great Wall in Wan Li, the night was lonely. A little light could start a prairie fire, and a little lonely light could shake your head. It's hard to forgive me for weeding and plundering the sky, but I can't bear to kill ghosts and gods. I'm angry, every cloud has a silver lining. Heroism became the way of God, tears fell from end to end, and thousands of brave people buried the graves in the wilderness. Names are scattered everywhere. What was the reason for the eight-year war of resistance during the surrender period in April, May and August? When people go to the countryside and miss their hometown, they have to start from the beginning. It is unforgivable for the atrocities of the imperial army to start all over again Children in China remember to pay for the past, forget books and learn the skills of foreigners to control young Lang. Cartoons and cartoons set up a study. If the attack time is short, cultural aggression means corruption, erosion of wisdom and forgetting the mystery. I hope you can forget the Japanese thoughts for a while and look at China's royal treasures again. Don't touch the product of one piece's frank surrender. Domestic goods are harder than Japanese goods. People who go abroad will not eat Zhou's millet. If they starve to death, they will praise them and persuade them to buy less goods from the invaders. Don't let the sad people lose heart. The sky is clear, Kyushu is thundering, and the Central Plains is domineering to find me. I will speak out against the Japanese. Isn't the sunset my enemy willing to work hard and the stone will sink? Goodbye eternal palm, when the ink dries up, your name has been engraved in my memory. Forever and ever-I think you are like the stars in the sky, closing your eyes and thinking of you, as if there were moments when we got along outside the window. My days are beautiful because of you, my heart is broad because of you, my feelings are enriched because of you, and my life is enriched because of you. We let the years write down our youth, we let each other fly their hearts, and let that knowing smile stay in each other's hearts forever. No matter how time passes, the only constant is me. Dear thoughts and blessings, every touching moment is solidified here, and every pure friendship is treasured here. The dolphin wants to talk to the angel, but the sky is too high, and the angel wants to talk to the dolphin, but the sea is too deep, and I want to talk to you, but the road is too far away to remember, even if it is far away from me, I will not part, because my heart is full of thoughts and memories ... although it is only a gentle blessing, it is my sincerity. Although we only nodded slightly when we met, it was full.
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The sentence about campus love was originally written by me.
1, if one day, you think of me, or suddenly meet me, please don't remember that I was the girl you cheated, and don't remember my heartbreak when I cried for you, just remember me.
2. The saddest thing in the world is that in this short life, I fell in love with such a person, but after I fell in love with him, I could never be together again, and then I could never meet anyone who moved me.
Only those who have long-term insomnia and can't sleep over and over in bed know that the street lamp in front of the window goes out at 3: 30 in the morning on time.
4. I will forgive you for hurting me, but I will never trust you again, because I forgive you for letting yourself go, but you are no longer worthy of my trust.
Do it again if you need it.