1, a prose poem about campus life, walked silently through this campus and found that everything had changed.
The campus that once laughed has said goodbye to me.
I can't forget what I left behind.
Once again, I think of the month when we broke up.
Can we go back to that year?
Let me see, familiar smiling face.
A man ran to the other side, and a man cried and hoped you would come back.
Meeting that day made me more worried.
The spring is beautiful, and you and I are on our own.
Who will bear the burden for you when you are sad?
How I want to be near you again.
Light your ice lips again.
Everything has changed, I believe I have not changed, and I will never change!
Prose poems on the theme of campus life II. Running water, it takes away the story of time and changes a person. -inscription
Distant journey, yesterday's dream, and distant laughter, melody has been echoing in my ears, Tayu Lo, the story of time.
Time flies, and it's June again in a blink of an eye. I am still galloping on a road called dream, but the people who accompanied us to June have changed a lot. Perhaps, life is a cycle. When a group of new schoolmates come, it means that a group of people are about to leave here, although we are stubborn and never want to admit it.
Looking back four years ago, that unforgettable summer, we walked into this campus, "facing the morning breeze and wearing the sunrise, ushered in the sixth grade freshmen." We are from unfamiliar to familiar, from four years ago to four years later, the fleeting time is running, we are chasing, crossing the cloister of time and peeping into the gap of time. We are not who we used to be. We are the same kind of people, we are the same kind of people together, but when we are about to leave, we stand side by side, and what we see is graduation photo, who is fixed on the basketball court. We are together, doing the same thing at the same time, and maintaining similar emotions. That graduation photo always reminds us quietly that four years have come to an end unconsciously.
I am looking forward to leaving the campus, the classroom and the books early. But when I really had to leave, I realized how much I missed this land.
Former friends can no longer sweat in the same stadium, former deskmates can no longer chase and fight together, and former teachers can no longer guide their future. Man Xiu's poems, funny class songs and inspirational words all seem to have left with June. The elegy of June, when the boat crossed Qian Fan, time lost everything, but the eternal memory of youth remained unchanged. Because here, there are passionate songs, the most dignified eyes and the saddest eyes. We have been here, stayed, laughed, cried and grown up.
Parting is just around the corner, only to find that all we can do is swallow the tears that are about to overflow, smile and wave. ...
Say goodbye to the innocent campus, bid farewell to the time when youth is the companion. We must believe that on the shore of the years, there will be a boat crossing the river, carrying us to an unknown distance. Covering the heavy door of the past, it seems that there is always a voice saying whether there is a kind of youth called a fresh start.
In the early morning of campus life, I opened the window, sprinkled a handful of sunshine into the dormitory, and stood on the balcony to look downstairs. The open space in front of CCB becomes full of green. Open the calendar and make a mark on that day in April. I want to write down the beauty of this moment, about the beauty of April
In April, people always feel fresh and quiet, the breath of spring is no longer fresh, everything begins to grow hard and flowers bloom. Looking around, April is like a calm and confident photographer, showing the best works in front of people generously and calmly, which makes you have to applaud and miss.
In April, there are thin clouds floating in the sky, wandering freely, like people's thoughts, thousands of horses flying in the air, with no fixed place to live. The newly planted evergreen is also breathing quietly, breathing quietly. The bright green leaves are smooth and soft, like standing umbrellas to protect the vigorous branches below. With such weather and scenery, you can wander in the light and shadow of history, feel the joys and sorrows of literati, the joys and sorrows of characters, enjoy a state of mind between the lines and gain something. Of course, in such a good time, you can also invite a few friends out for an outing, feel the beauty and magic of nature, and stretch your mind under the blue sky and white clouds. Flourishing peony flowers, pale cherry blossoms, brightly colored winter jasmine flowers ... so many beautiful pictures are placed in front of me that my heart naturally becomes lighter. I want to stop at this moment, time will not pass, and everything will not change.
April, a beautiful and contradictory season, reminds people of yesterday's story, the road they walked and the people they met. Have they changed their appearance? At the same time, it makes people imagine the picture of tomorrow. What kind of stories will we experience and what kind of life will we have in ten or twenty years? People should stay in the small world and talk to their hearts, enrich their hearts and feel life; It also inspires people to go out of campus, out of their hometown, to experience the life in the distance and enjoy the strange scenery.
April, a poetic season, with the rising sun and fresh air, makes people want to stretch their waist, cheer up and start a busy day. The sun is setting, the breeze is blowing, and the mood is flying. People want to listen to old stories and intoxicating melodies and sum up their growing feelings.
April is such a time, such a picture; Walking in April, I thought of a poetic life, so beautiful!
Theme 4 of Campus Life Prose Poems I always hear the God of Time behind me/flying by in a winged carriage/but in front of me, it is an eternal boundless desert.
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Time is a train running on the track of youth. When you have no time to turn back, it is full of joys and sorrows, and then it whizzes by. In this season, if there is no sadness lurking in every corner of the air, just wait for a casual moment to get into your heart, leaving a feeling of silence.
Stopping at the campus, I saw myself, strolling by the lake in summer, stepping on the leaves of Rehmannia glutinosa in autumn, feeling the wind and thunder in winter, and, of course, burying myself in the pile of books and being disappointed in boundless knowledge.
I feel my youth slipping through my fingers like an uncontrollable liquid. Tears instantly pierced my body like a sword.
I just reached the age of flower season, but I did a lot of stupid things in a daze. At that time, I naively thought that happiness was the essence of youth. But what is happiness? At that time, the definition of happiness was only one word: play. Yes, of course, the time with friends is very happy, but at the same time, we also lost a lot. At that time, the old man would frown when he passed me, and all he got was my disdain.
Now I understand the shallowness at that time, and life is endless emptiness. Just like the surface of the sea seems calm, but there are powerful rapids and undercurrents inside. Maybe one day it will erupt, gush out and swallow me up.
Every night when a person looks up at the sky, it will touch my endless sadness. Moonlight still shines relentlessly on every inch of the earth, but I clearly feel its condemnation of me. My youth was thrown away by me at will, and everyone stepped on it. I regret it, I regret it crazy, and I feel heartache for my youth and ignorance. Tears fall in the gloom, and no one will remember them except the moonlight. The moment I woke up, everything was perceived. No one needs to remember, as long as I understand.
Youth is still liquid, but I put it in a cup and hold it tightly. I have wasted it once, but I can't do it again. Persevere, feel that your life is getting richer and richer bit by bit.
In fact, youth is like a pile of sand, and tears will condense when they flow.
Tears shed, let me understand the true meaning of youth.