1. [Poetry] Memorial to Plum Blossoms on Campus
Walking alone, facing the sun
Smoke, glasses, and school uniforms pass by each other
Narrowed eyes
Youth is as quiet as water
Dongmei has fallen
There is a dream-like fragrance on the loess road
Boys walked by
Girls walked by
Occasionally getting on and off bicycles
Where are the light yellow plum petals
More than twenty in the sunset The tall building created a shade
The poetry and romance of the moonlit night flew away
The bare tree trunks stood in two rows
An empty heart fell into the dust< /p>
A tear completes a memorial service
2. In spring, you sow hope.
In autumn, you have a good harvest.
You don’t ask for anything.
Just working quietly.
When we achieve results,
Your face is full of smiles.
When we do something wrong,
You always educate us patiently.
When we lose confidence,
you use your hopeful eyes
to inspire us to work hard.
God gives us wings to dream,
We run in cheers,
But you are in my heart
Silently pray for us.
In exchange for our healthy growth.
Maybe you don’t know how many years you have worked hard,
But the years have crept up on your face.
Your dedication without regrets has trained generations of new people.
Ah! ——
Teacher, I praise you,
Your youth has contributed to the "four modernizations",
Your image shines in the construction team.
You are the candle that lights up the darkness,
You are the torch burning in the winter.
Birds sing for you,
Flowers bloom for you.
On the road to making our motherland strong and prosperous,
We ran quickly.
3. Dream weaving
In the dark sky
I am looking for your sad smile
It floats faintly in the sky Grass
Tell you about your golden dream
This dream is your only treasure
Unfortunately it disappeared too quickly
Only you are left Sad face
Gather hope there
Don’t make your eyes red from crying
Don’t look at your wishes so hazy
Learn from the little insect that has broken wings but is strong enough to fly
Complete your beautiful dream in this life
4. Cherish fate
Look at the yellow color in the sky
The cold wind brings the desolation of parting
There is no feeling more melancholy than leaving you
Let the sad thoughts float like this
The days we get together are always fascinating
It always makes people fantasize about them
But the time we are apart is so sad
How can I let you be alone? Friendship is buried
Although we are confused and confused after separation
We should try our best to break through
Don’t forget
Treasure these years well
5. When the spider web mercilessly sealed off my stove
When the smoke from the ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly paved the way for disappointment The ashes of Feelings
I still stubbornly use the frost-covered dead vines
to write on the desolate land: Believe in the future
I want to use my fingers to surge to the horizon Rowing the waves
I want to use the palm of my hand to hold the sea of ??the sun
Sway the warm and beautiful penholder of the dawn
Write in a child's handwriting: Believe in the future
The reason why I firmly believe in the future
I believe in the eyes of people in the future
She has the eyelashes to brush away the dust of history
< p>She has pupils that can see through the passages of timeNo matter what people think about our rotten flesh
The melancholy of being lost and the pain of failure
It is the tears of moving , deep sympathy
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule
I firmly believe that people have a deep understanding of our spine
the countless explorations, lost ways, Failure and success
will definitely give enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluation
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation
Friends, firmly believe Let’s believe in the future
Believe in indomitable efforts
Believe in youth that defeats death
Believe in the future and love life
6. Campus in autumn
Lai Zi
When my eyes wander between the two magnolias
and the two girls
Nature makes me closer to poetry
The shadow of autumn
An indescribable pain
The autumn wind is blowing
The fallen leaves are flying in the aisle
The Muse is only one meter away from here
The girl walked under the tree
Two fallen leaves behind them
God’s eyes are falling
< p>Behind the poemThe autumn wind is blowing
Several gangsters have rushed into the campus
The girl is like a frightened bird
The harm is invisible
Even if I stand in front of gangsters
How can poetry face the iron hands of reality
White Magnolia, Lin An empty pick
A fragile sound
Our destinies are so similar
The autumn wind is blowing
Two girls fell into the autumn Deep
What is poetry?
I close my eyes tightly and stand alone
7. I think it’s time to bury the rest of my words alive
With a coffin as big as your mouth
It’s not that you have nothing to say
It’s that you have too much to say
Sometimes you say things
< p>Like an electric fan that has been in disrepair for many yearsWrapped in circles with the dust of time
Sometimes the words just spoken
are interrupted by a burst of birdsong
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I admit, for students
It speaks far better than me
At this time, the light is obviously too important
The privacy of the children
Like lightning quickly passing through the corner of the wall
It’s a pity that the broom can no longer block it
The girl’s crazy curves
And when we all closed Talking
Those words and symbols
Incomprehensible images
Noisy talk about separation
What to do
< p>I tried to find my motherland and direction on the miniature globeI tried to prove:
Children, we are not enemies
We want to fight back to our hometown together