Classmate’s Modern Poetry 1
The most true, purest and most beautiful name for classmate,
Because
Once: we were naughty together ,
Once: we were young together,
Once: we dreamed together,
Once: we worked hard together,
Once: We experienced sunshine and hope together,
Once upon a time: we grew together in passion.
One day, we graduated,
It was too late to wave. There is no time to talk, no time to resolve doubts, no time to explore the confusion in my heart.
After that, they were separated from each other.
Finally
we got together again,
In a blink of an eye, we were already around 50,
Only then did we feel this Friendship is profound and meaningful!
How many years have I not seen you! We were moved to tears!
A hug from the male and female classmates who didn’t talk to each other in the past! Perhaps it was a luxury wish of the past!
Nowadays, the friendship between classmates is normal!
Calling each other’s nicknames, joking with each other, and telling love stories that I didn’t quite understand in the past that were not love!
Ridiculously, we are back to our youth again!
My heart is comfortable! Enjoyable! Thoughts fly freely in time. Classmate Modern Poetry 2
The world is small and big,
The road is near and far.
The mountains of emotions are light and heavy,
The sea of ??emotions is deep and shallow.
It’s rare to meet each other in fifteen years,
We don’t know each other,
But we miss each other,
The fifteen spring and autumn years are like dreams and smoke.
Faintly emerging,
We are at the same origin,
Each of us radiates and extends,
Leaving that year to the east, west, north and south.
We are dancing again today,
Coming from all directions,
forming a circle around the teacher.
Let the autumn wind weave our thoughts into a golden magic carpet,
Turn dreams into flowers and quietly plant them in everyone's hearts,
Then bloom in Inside the ocean of joy.
Clapping hands,
bumping shoulders,
laughing,
sighing again and again,
cutting constantly ,
Inseparable from the popularity established by Nuwa.
Vigorous mulberry trees,
It’s really hard to see.
Childish psychedelia,
Childlike fists,
A twinkling star flame,
A round of Chanjuan.
Lingering in my mind,
are more than fifty pairs of crystal-bright eyes that cannot be shaken off.
Intolerable distance,
Time that cannot be taken back,
Can’t forget,
Nor dare to forget,
Memories that cannot be diluted by water,
A attachment that cannot be burned away by fire.
Please raise a toast to all our classmates,
hold hands, and
form a circle.
Drink a greeting,
Drink a wish,
Drink a beauty.
Appreciate the poetic precipitation of emotions,
Appreciate the tenderness it exudes...
Modern Poetry 3 by classmates from Yonghe Garden in Confucius Temple
When Dai Jianjun went to the station to pick you up
He told me
You were the first to ask me if I was coming
Although I was a little hesitant
Those words of yours
still brought out the sea in my body——
Raging and surging
I hurriedly went to see you< /p>
Even though you pretend to be nonchalant
When you see me, come over and shake my hand
Your hands are not very warm
But it has left deep five finger prints on my heart
I am very close to you
And I am afraid of the eyes of so many classmates
p>
Far away from you
Still feeling lonely
Not far or close to you still feel
Lost in spirit
Three One day turned into two days
Two days turned into one day
There was only one morning left in the day
The rapid sound of hoofbeats
From near to far, from far to near
Keep beating in the ears
Yuhuatai, the highest platform in China
We finally have a reason to go forward side by side OK
Your red dress
is the most beautiful maple leaf this autumn
Another flag
Leading me to climb one level after another Steps
When white pigeons see the food in your hand
they fly down on you one after another
You smile so happily
p>
It’s like all the flowers in the world are blooming with you
It’s time to say goodbye again
You didn’t forget it when you were about to get in the car< /p>
Call my name
Tell me to write more poems
To this day
I seem to still be standing by your sweet voice Modern Poetry 4 by Classmate Li
Don’t blame me
I can’t pronounce your name
Don’t blame him
Forgetting your beauty and playfulness
Forty years have passed
We are far apart
Vicissitudes of life
Our memories of each other have long been blunted
The Ebbinghaus Curve
Extends in Strengthening
The dusty things are awakened
An opportunity is needed
Have you ever remembered
p>Playing stone chess with a box in childhood
Charging with a wooden gun at night
The shouting of killing shook the earth
The most unforgettable
Ridiculous prank when I was young
Taking advantage of the teacher’s writing on the blackboard
Throwing chalk heads and making paper airplanes
Resisting criticism
p>Pulling out the half-burned wood from the furnace
The thick smoke filled the air
It made people cough and burst into tears
< p> Forcibly drawing the 38th lineHolding the girl's long hair and saying ponytail
The beautiful lady was so angry that her almond-shaped eyes were angry
Her cheeks turned red and she lost her temper
Also unforgettable
The ignorant years were confused and infatuated
You admire him and I have a crush on you
The pure emotions are buried deep in my heart
One cannot step into the same river twice
Step into the same river
This is Heraclitus
The description and definition of absolute change
But I want to say
We can meet in different time and space
Everything in the world changes
The only thing that remains unchanged is the friendship between classmates
Classmate love is like flowing clouds in the sky
The secular wind can cut and move it at will
But it can never be dirty
It is as white and pure as silk
p>Friendship between classmates is like a stream in the mountains
No matter you are from the top of the mountain
or you are in the deep pool of a canyon
There is no need to be arrogant or arrogant Or feel sorry for yourself
Classmate love is like spring flowers
You are full of flowers and I am small and exquisite
There is no need to distinguish who has bloomed and been rich
who And as lonely as a star
The friendship between classmates is like a towering tree
With deep roots and lush branches
It can provide you with a shade in summer
Cloudy days can protect you from rain and wind
The friendship between classmates is Shanxi old vinegar
The longer it is brewed, the more mellow the taste
The friendship between classmates is Kweichow Moutai
The longer it is stored in the cellar, the sweeter and clearer it becomes
Don’t say that we have been apart for too long
Let’s stop talking and be silent from now on
Far away The flying yellow crane misses its old place
One day it will return home
The cicadas sing late to listen to the autumn mood
Don’t forget to say sincere words to each other when we meet again< /p>
In the autumn of future life
Classmates cherish classmates’ modern poetry 5
Today, the micro-groups are rippling,
Inexplicable memories are in the years Ripples,
Today, my thoughts are full,
The youth I once did not understand is nostalgic in the years.
Missing you in the years,
I think of you again as a classmate.
The time apart is like fog,
The memories are still confused in youth,
The years have long carved traces of each other.
The language of heaven and hell in the micro-group,
seems to be the cancer of youthful regret,
However, everyone is sealed by dark colors,
The years have passed away,
It is like the elasticity blown by the wind, uniting you and me.
In 1991, it was like a spring of green,
Climbing out of the haystack, leaving its mark;
In 1993, a red maple,
< p> Look at the leaf petals blowing everywhere in the wind;In 2000, it was like hundreds of teams competing for the flow,
Crowding in the Ningbo Dagang, small groups gathered together.
15 years of WeChat messaging,
Hongyan spreads our attachment to you.
I still want to use my poems,
in a unique way,
to gently and quietly turn you into my first love.