Poems about the fragrance of books, flowers, and ink on campus:
"Qi Jue. The fragrance of books"
Listen quietly to the sound of reading and wiping the clothes,
At a glance, you are busy recharging your knowledge.
Where meditative notes are flying,
The vast sea spreads the fragrance of books.
"Qi Jue. The Fragrance of Flowers"
The spring breeze in February is crazy with scissors,
On the young buds of the sycamore tree.
The green and purple campus is beautiful,
The rain and dew nourish and refresh the flowers.
"Qijue. The Fragrance of Ink"
Calligraphy has a long tradition, and
it is easy to compare with classmates and teachers.
Traveling thousands of miles with regular script,
Xuan paper carries things and sends the fragrance of ink.