Author: anonymous
Ah, the campus
When I was a child, on campus.
Hanging in the high blue sky
See her, hear her
It's like hugging the stars all over the sky.
something i need
Admission, campus
Squeeze into my heavy schoolbag
Campus nostalgia
Author: anonymous
I was looking forward to it.
Graduated quickly and grew quickly.
When we really leave.
Go to the ends of the earth.
Only to find that we have too much.
I can't forget it.
At that time, we lived together day and night.
The dormitory is our home.
We discuss social hot spots.
Explore campus culture
Full of lofty sentiments and aspirations
We listen to music and talk about life.
I often play poker for fun.
Remember that time?
You have lost so much, and your face is full of little bastards.
-Everything is so beautiful!
But it's over.
We have passed the prime of life.
Thinking is like the ups and downs of waves.
Beat your heart from time to time
Every drop of water.
This is all our memories.
But this is the reality.
We must face it.
I can only recall the beautiful youth.
Pure friendship
Graduation song
Author: anonymous
When we wrote it in the yearbook,
Blessing and understanding
We can't help choking.
Between tears
It's a beautiful day and night.
Yes, reading festival.
Concentric knot of white homing pigeon
Our world
How many people are in high spirits?
True love and true care
And homework.
Let's go all out.
The Trend and Development of Campus Culture
Let's think about it.
Controversy and pursuit
But unconsciously,
It's July.
It's time to go our separate ways.
be reluctant to part
But I have to face it.
Ah, pack up. What?
Put away your friendship and learn from it.
Young man, we graduated like this.
Just wave.
since then/from then on
Campus memory
Author: anonymous
What mottled campuses are there in memory?
Not rows of tables
Not a tree.
It is the school flower in February and the wolf in October.
It's the lingering feeling of reading at the foot of the mountain.
This is the sweetness of the lawn in the sun.
We are like two lines of mixed poems.
We are like two dancing butterflies.
We are like two separate clouds.
Good memories were smashed to pieces.
The wheels quietly separated us.
Steal the schoolbags from our backs.
It's getting dark.
I can't figure out your face.
The only remaining wax yellow love letter
Store the only memory
Campus night
Author: anonymous
I went back to the university campus that night.
But not as kind as before.
I think there's something strange between us.
Less nostalgia
On one side of the teaching building.
There is no spring breeze anymore.
And an intoxicating spring night
Dim street lamps are not so soft.
A little dimmer.
I've thought it over.
We haven't left the campus for months.
There is a familiar classroom in front of us.
And the Woods I read countless times in the morning.
No familiar faces.
The noisy street behind the dormitory
Still has not changed.
Those familiar memories float in front of us.
But I want to think about it, it is so far away.
Walk around the campus along the road.
I didn't go to the familiar lake.
There used to be infinite scenery here.
Time has lost its nostalgia.