Modern Campus Poetry in Spring

Modern poetry is free in form and rich in connotation. Image management is more important than rhetoric application, which completely breaks through the characteristics of ancient poetry "gentle and sincere, mourning without complaining", and puts more emphasis on free and open, straightforward statement and communication between "feeling and invisibility" The following are the spring modern campus poems I helped you organize. Welcome to share.

spring

Spring has come.

The campus is bright and fresh.

The peach blossoms are in bloom.

The apricot blossoms are in full bloom.

Poplar swaying brand-new emerald screen.

Colorful butterflies dance.

Larks sing.

Warm spring scenery bathes the campus.

Sprinkled all kinds of gold on her.

Hua Er pen San Xin Xiang

Branches often swing.

Girl's silk bundle hair

Laughter rang the bell.

Like to lean on flowers and willows.

Take a beautiful picture.

Touch the peach cheeks in shame

I feel uneasy.

Men are so brave.

How strong you are.

Come to the garden competition, too.

Come for an outing on the lawn, too.

Climb a bunch of twigs

Go back and insert the vase.

When the flowers bloom tomorrow morning.

In my dream, I am very close, very close.

Campus in spring

Studying and living on campus

It is a kind of happiness and beauty in itself.

The grass probe brings out the fragrance of the earth.

Bauhinia is covered with purple.

The weeping willow branches are swaying in the spring dance.

Magnolia gives off a faint fragrance.

Even if the flowers fall.

Can only take away all your sadness.

The rest of the fruit grows happily.

Even if the leaves are yellow

I can only thank autumn.

Autumn goes to winter to give birth to the next dream.

Full of vigor and vitality.

The sound of books echoes in my ears.

With young children.

life

Always full of the breath of spring.

Beautiful and happy.

In my spring, my campus.

The name of spring

How fresh and beautiful you drive.

You are charming and fragrant.

I burned you secretly.

Burn it in a pure heart

How many days and nights

I kept showing, and I was fascinated.

The environment is like a cangue, locking the trajectory of life.

Years are like grinding, grinding away the memory of personnel.

Now, spring has passed and summer has passed.

The past is like a dream, hard to find.

Just your name.

In my clear autumn heart

Swim quietly

Campus in spring

The morning sun at eight or nine o'clock,

Through the Woods of the campus,

Dress Bud in gold!

We breathe fresh air,

Vibrant students,

Class, reading and listening.

In spring,

Specialized courses are being taught.

The teacher has a crew cut,

Middle-aged people are simple and generous.

If you don't study textbooks,

But he drew a sun on the blackboard.

He is telling his classmates,

You are young, like spring!

Cherish youth,

Don't miss spring

Play less and don't work hard,

Sad about old photos.

After a long time

Many, many years later.

Suddenly there will be a deep nostalgia.

In this spring campus.

Water lilies, cherries, wisteria and camphor trees

Hidden in the familiar winding path.

If at this time, meet like yesterday.

Can you learn anything from the familiar figure?

Find the smiles one by one.

Glittering tears in that smile

This is our deepest regards to spring.

The long runway connects history and the future.

No matter how far the distance is, it is also in our exciting youth.

Carve the growth track and stand at this new starting point again.

Do you feel the surging blood in your heart?

This passion is still the flame of hope.

If the time is not old, we still want to walk into the classroom.

Listen carefully to the teacher's rambling words.

When the spring breeze pushes open the window of the classroom again.

There are green trees and red flowers outside the window and on the blackboard

Lines of words exude the fragrance of wisdom.

The classroom is closely connected with the classroom.

Transactive memory in youth and spring.

We used to be close to you.

Laughter rushed from the corridor to the sky.

And walking on campus, once again appreciate each other.

No matter how far ahead.

No matter how bitter, sweet and sour the future is.

Looking back, the campus in spring will always reappear.

Write down your dream and fill it with thousands of words of graduation.

Teachers, classmates, and the fragrance and attachment of this garden.

Spring on campus

Abandoned the silver dress and plain chest wrap that didn't belong to me,

Now that I am,

More energetic.

Persistence in beauty,

Finally, I rediscovered my pursuit of the meaning of life.

There are red flowers and green trees telling:

Hongse flowers

Although I will refuse again soon,

Although I am afraid of the darkness and loneliness at night.

But I will still live bravely,

Seeing the persistence of wind and rain,

Ignore the impatient child gently ask:

"When will you wither,

Bear fruit? "

Because of death, for me,

It was a mistake,

No matter how weak I am when the wind blows,

I also want to give silently,

My light and heat.

When I got my life back,

I promised spring,

Let my life,

Walking is radiant.

greenhouse

At this moment,

I didn't choose to be silent,

In the romantic season,

There is a wind blowing,

The sound of rustling is like a song.

My new life,

Once in the poet's heart, the poet's courtyard,

The green sky is like a splash.

There are stars shining in the campus at night.

My endless branches and buds,

I once said confidently: "

The tranquility of the night,

It has been broken by my louder and louder voice. "

One legend is that ...

In the spring of campus, Shu Hua once let go of his throat to tell.

Spring on campus

The wind blows

Those pruned osmanthus trees have sprouted new buds.

A group of naughty children

Habitually beat the table tennis table with chopsticks.

Like a sweet pipa played by an adult.

An old grandmother who sends her grandchildren to school.

I seem to have dressed up at home.

They leaned on crutches against the school gate that had been tanned by the morning sun.

The warmer you are, the warmer your heart will be.

Occasionally, they will look up at the flying national flag with muddy eyes.

A female teacher wearing a purple scarf or a red scarf

Smile with the blooming buds of winter jasmine.

They don't care about the sparrows chirping overhead.

I just want to talk with my hair and the warm morning breeze.

Sisters' faces are filled with intoxicating smiles for a long time.

Some male teachers

It's too late to shave off the beard under the face and cheeks.

Such as Li Kui jy, Zhang Fei and Tengger singer singers.

Playing basketball with children on the court.

Their laughter shocked Dongxiang and gathered into a stirring Haruka.

I stared at the mountains not far away.

Want to know whether the scenery of Chongyang Pavilion is still the same?

Going back to Miaojiang, the old willow is still swaying?

I miss the years when I used to wear a red scarf. Is it water under the bridge?

At this time, the bell for class rings with the loud morning bell.