Short Poems on Campus 1 Poetry: Campus in Autumn
This is a quiet season, walking on the campus path,
The wind in this season, with a little coolness, and the rain in late autumn has dyed the grass yellow.
The air is mixed with rich osmanthus fragrance, and the rain has soaked my hair.
The breeze swept away my fatigue, and in the middle of the lake, I listened to the sound of reading aloud.
In the shade of the tree, I listened carefully to the sound of the campus.
Voice of Setenbura
The wind lifted my bangs and swayed the daisies on the windowsill.
The sun shines through the bamboo leaves outside the window and is scattered in the classroom. We wrote the song of youth in this orange campus. ...
At this time, the sunshine only has the same taste.
Warm evening arrival,
The autumn scenery is frozen with the campus. ...
Dusk is coming to an end.
On Mount Yun Fei, the soft blood-red color dyed the clouds on the horizon red.
As if the red tide keeps rolling forward,
Maple leaves fall slowly,
Like a dancing butterfly.
Campus Poetry Short Poem 2 "Spring Sorrow"
The campus is still there.
There are no alumni of that year.
The Na Tong tree is still there.
There was no alumni reunion under the tree that year.
That stop sign is still there.
There was no alley that year.
The landlord is still here.
There was no rented small building by the alley.
That dream is still there.
Without the unruly pursuit of the year.
That footprint is still there.
Without the unruly pursuit of floating in those days.
The mountains there.
The lake here
Still there/still there
There was no year when the lake at the foot of the mountain was clear and pure.
Take a look back
Are you there?
I am here.
Still there/still there
Without that year, looking back, it was faint, faint.
Spring sorrow
Campus poem short poem 3 "There is a kind of love"
There is a kind of love called speaking freely.
There is a kind of love that you can't express.
There is a kind of love called two of a kind.
There is a kind of love that makes people feel helpless.
There is a kind of love called flowers before the month.
There is a kind of love called candlestick.
There is a kind of love called holding hands.
There is a kind of love called wandering alone.
There is a kind of love, let love embrace.
There is a kind of love called waiting hard.
There is a kind of love called walking side by side.
There is a kind of love called walking away quietly.
There is a kind of love called caring for each other.
There is a kind of love called silent care.
There is a kind of love called life and death.
There is a kind of love that this life is no longer.
There is a kind of love called companionship.
There is a kind of love that is finally released.
There is a kind of love called legend.
There is a kind of love called little world.
Campus Poetry Short Poem 4 "Spring Morning"
Spring Morning
The sun shines into my home.
I opened the curtains.
See the mountains in the distance?
Green tree
More or less stones
Dazzle in the sun
Spring Morning
I opened the curtains.
The sun shines into my home.
I saw the mountain.
Trees on the mountain
Five colors and one slice.
There are no stones.
Spring Morning
I opened the curtains.
Sunshine becomes lazy.
A vague mountain
Haunt me.
high-rise buildings
A route that blocks the sun.
Spring Morning
I opened the curtains.
The sun fell asleep.
I wait for the sunshine to appear.
It's on the other side of the building
It is an invisible mountain.
Dirty air
Bury my eyes
Is it ... or not
Is it ... or not
There will be spring that year.
I opened the curtains.
See the distance
In the washed air
Brilliant hug
Campus poem "I am in the ancient city alley" short poem 5
I am in the alley of the ancient city
It's curved and long.
There is no door
There are no windows.
An unstoppable pace
Like heart beating and blood flow.
one day
be suddenly enlightened
With the fragrance of flowers
Campus Poetry Short Poem 6 "Watch Tomorrow"
False maturity and true feelings toss and turn in the anxiety of the bottom of my heart.
Why is it so strong?
Reason is almost declining.
If you can't give up
Will love and tears sink into my heart?
Not far from the back
Watch tomorrow for you
I hope the present record can be a lifelong commemoration.
Whether in the past
A quiet and stable life
Love is safe.