Campus in Early Winter
The corner is full of red flowers, and there is nowhere to be found in early winter.
the garden is full of green grass, and it does not lose its old appearance.
there is a breeze on my cheeks, though it is slightly chilly.
a scholar comes to his ear, learning arts is accompanied by cold and heat.
Love on Campus
Love on campus is a kind of sublimation
Stranger becomes friendship
Friendship becomes affection
Looking at your slightly immature cheeks
Thinking of your growth
Looking at your slightly mature sophistication
Afraid of your growth
Losing the innocence of the past <
Look, look, the blooming flowers on campus are the cradle of my childhood memories, which was the fragrance of my alma mater.
Listen, listen, the songs sung by birds are familiar teachings in my ears, which is the pride written by my teacher.
Oh, beautiful campus, I want to sow the seeds of knowledge and dress up your beautiful tomorrow.
Poem 2 praising the beautiful campus:
The campus lights are red and wine green, and the harmonious commotion does not belong here.