Modern Poetry Starting from Graduation 1 Graduation was originally the first threshold to be crossed in the twenty-year journey.
Whether I leave crying or laughing
Life is a performance that cannot be separated from sorrow and joy.
When the light is turned on, I want to sing the most difficult scene.
That September, I walked into the mall with my bag on my back.
The first class of freshmen is like yesterday.
How come it's spring in a blink of an eye when you put on your graduation suit?
The East Lake cat that never leaves is four years old again.
Ginkgo in the college building has been green for four years and yellow for four years.
Okay, okay, starting today.
No more complaining about the small dormitory space.
Don't worry about too few study rooms anymore.
But but ...
Your name is no longer on the teacher's roster.
I can't find my drawer in the classroom anymore.
Roommate's here, too. We can't turn off the lights together, and we don't want to sleep and talk about everything.
I want to start today, although I will still open the window to visit every morning.
There is still the fragrance of jasmine every summer.
But what is the faint book fragrance on campus in the morning? It seems to be lost.
I am even more afraid of crowded streets in the future.
In the yellow twilight, my young heart
Will there still be the fragrance of jasmine?
But I know
No matter how wronged you and I will be.
Go back to agriculture and forestry and walk into the boulevard by the East Lake.
Calm down, keep your feet on the ground and go home.
My dear you, after this song is over.
Remember to wave, remember this campus, remember our friendship.
Forever and ever-forever and ever
The modern poem of graduation parting 2 graduated
Campus Li
Flowers in spring, wind in autumn, sunset in winter
Yin Yin amusement park
Vibrant posture, loud crying, madness on the eve of graduation.
Who waters hope every day in the cycle of four seasons?
Who thrives year after year in romantic poems?
Witness your growth.
Color bookmarks, green words, graffiti in textbooks
Accompany you through the lush years
TA at the same table, my brother sleeping in your upper bunk, and the girl you chased together in those years.
Those flowers and applause were harvested after persistent struggle.
Those little beauties who are drifting away.
Those little ambiguities that grew up with you.
In the wet flower season
Ignorance and confusion in the process of growing up, emotional confusion,
In the season of gardenia blooming
The complex mood of graduation and the sadness of parting
The hesitation of youth stays on the campus path.
Wonderful fantasy vanilla garden filled with flowers on the playground
The sentimentality of shy girls
The abnormal behavior of frivolous teenagers
Mutual tolerance, mutual understanding, mutual concern, and the teacher-student relationship that has been baptized by years.
From ignorance to maturity, from ignorance to reason, from shallowness to richness.
And those memories that will never grow up on campus.
Those who stay in the years will never forget that innocence.
Those pictures that are gone forever, those chaotic and dull pictures.
Those days related to youth have finally dissipated with the wind.
That sad experience of youth that I don't want to remember, but I remember it with endless aftertaste.
If I could start my life from scratch,
I will try to make more mistakes.
I will relax a little, and I will become flexible.
I will be more stupid than this trip.
There are few things that I can take seriously.
I will be crazy and talk less about hygiene.
I will take more risks. I will travel more often.
I will climb more mountains, swim more rivers and watch more sunsets.
If I could do it all over again,
I will walk around, try everything, and go into battle lightly.
If I could live again,
I will extend my barefoot time.
From early spring to late autumn.
I will ride more carousels,
I will pick more daisies.
Graduation is an unfinished love poem.
It's really time to wave goodbye
I just suddenly think back to these years.
It was always blue at that time.
Life always goes too slowly.
You always say graduation is far away.
In the blink of an eye, they went their separate ways.
The beginning is that we sing.
Finally, finally, we walked.
Youth has no regrets, and the years are silent.
We still have a young face
And a pair of smiling eyes with tears.
That day, at dusk, it began to snow
Worry fills the mountain and waits for youth to leave.
When years and beauty become a sigh in the dust
Believe in the era of love
A song I can't sing to you.
It will remind me for the rest of my life.
The river of time flows into the sea, and finally we go our separate ways.
No port is a permanent stop.
There is a intersection where the phoenix blooms in my mind.
I have my most cherished friends.
Maybe there are not many memorable things.
At least this memory is deep enough.
That laughter reminds me of my flowers.
In every corner of my life, quietly open it for me.
I thought I would always be there for her.
Today we left in the vast sea of people.
Fortunately, I have been with her to open my heart.
Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.
A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight.
Youth is like a running river.
Never come back, no time to say goodbye.
One by one, the figures heading for the future are drifting away in a hurry.
Where is the future ordinary?
Who gives me the answer?
Did your original wish come true?
Do we have to pay homage now?
Jutai
Like a beam of light, shining on each other's faces.
Dear friends.
Today, it's Qian Shan Wanshui.
But I want you to remember
Although many years have passed.
Despite the vast sea of people
We'll meet again.
Graduation is a whistle.
We set sail from here
Hello, Fiona Fang.
Hello, dream
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Let's write a letter.
Don't let the clouds sleep at the bottom of the lake.
Standing in front of the huge glass wall
world
Behind me
Noise image
Weeds are overgrown/blocked/spread
Stir a cup of coffee
autumn wind
Blow wet eyes on autumn night.
Several lights are on quietly.
There are many shadows outside the barking dog.
Who's waiting?
Who's mumbling?
Outside the ballroom
Who misses the distance?
Let's write letters!
Let the window of this world be broken!
Let cold air pass through the building.
Alarm that tree, western Western jackdaw.
A clear moon
Surprise the city's wind chimes
Send a snowy owl.
Fly over a piece of cherry orchard
Let the long road grind away redundant words.
Let the unexpected rain wash away the feeling of abuse.
Let me use the calmest tone.
tell
This is the truest return