Poetry praising campus life

Praise you, praise you on campus, campus! You are a red sun; You are a hopeful ship; You are the temple of knowledge; You are the cradle of students. You are fertile land, and young plants grow into trees; You are a brush like a rafter, and your pictures are praised! You have the warmth of spring, and you have the brilliance of summer; You are mature in autumn and not cold in winter. How beautiful the future is and how brilliant tomorrow is! Let Lang Lang's reading sound resound through the sky! The advancing campus will live up to expectations, just like a bright pearl! Praise you, praise you on campus, campus! You are a red sun; You are a hopeful ship; You are the temple of knowledge; You are the cradle of students. You are fertile land, and young plants grow into trees; You are a brush like a rafter, and your pictures are praised! You have the warmth of spring, and you have the brilliance of summer; You are mature in autumn and not cold in winter. How beautiful the future is and how brilliant tomorrow is! Let Lang Lang's reading sound resound through the sky! The advancing campus will live up to expectations, just like a bright pearl! I quite agree that the first floor is really wrong. 1 praise you, praise you on campus, campus! You are a red sun; You are a hopeful ship; You are the temple of knowledge; You are the cradle of students. You are fertile land, and young plants grow into trees; You are a brush like a rafter, and your pictures are praised! You have the warmth of spring, and you have the brilliance of summer; You are mature in autumn and not cold in winter. How beautiful the future is and how brilliant tomorrow is! Let Lang Lang's reading sound resound through the sky! The advancing campus will live up to expectations, just like a bright pearl! Ah, when I was a child on campus, I saw her hanging in the high blue sky. Hearing her voice is like hugging the stars all over the sky. I am eager to go to school. The campus crowded into my heavy schoolbag, and I loved and hated her. It's like following a long stream, which makes me happy and confused. I graduated. The campus grew on a lush tree and remembered her. Tasting her is like saying goodbye to first love. This also makes me feel sad. Now, the campus has finally plunged into my wonderful life picture. Whether it is near or far away from her, it seems to be holding high the sails of mature love and facing the fiery sun. In the golden campus of the four seasons songs on campus, we come noisily, and the young mind overflows with infinite expectations, and the world is white. We vent our fiery feelings and radiate the colorful green campus of life. Those ignorant teenagers are flaunting the brilliance of life and enjoying the infinite fiery campus of knowledge. Those young faces are full of knowledge and look forward to the new school year. The campus of the four seasons is more and more colorful year by year, and we have successfully grown up in a blink of an eye. Long happiness we silently left a pure fertile soil, pregnant with our hope for tomorrow. We long for the future to be an eagle soaring above this sky. You gave me a good start in life. You aroused my thirst for knowledge. You help me become useful and help me fly. You taught me to give flowers and leave a lingering fragrance in my hand. You taught me to make people smile and make their hearts happy. Today, I will give you the most beautiful flowers. Today, I will give you the sweetest smile. My heart will never stand on the road. I remember there was a primary school. There is a sound of reading in the morning, Lang Lang: Everyone is a real pillar. Regardless of the wind and rain, the sky flies far and wide. Now I look at my hometown with tears in my eyes. When will I tell you my heart? Ah, when I was a child on campus, I saw her hanging in the high blue sky. Hearing her voice is like hugging the stars all over the sky. I am eager to go to school. The campus crowded into my heavy schoolbag, and I loved and hated her. It's like following a long stream, which makes me happy and confused. I graduated. The campus grew on a lush tree and remembered her. Tasting her is like saying goodbye to first love. This also makes me feel sad. Now, the campus is finally stuck in my wonderful life picture. No matter how close to her, no matter how far away from her, it seems to be holding high the sails of mature love and flying towards the fiery red sun.