In real life or work and study, everyone is familiar with those catchy poems. Poetry is a literary style that expresses the poet's thoughts and feelings. So what kind of poetry is good poetry? The following are the classic modern poems of camphor tree that I have compiled for you. They are for reference only. You are welcome to read them.
Camphor tree
Some thoughts
Fermented like the wind
Floating across my painful sight
Quiet summer
Time is fading away
I saw rows of upright camphor trees
Waving their arms excitedly in the rain
Looking at the road in spring
Tree trunks springing up from the ground like bamboo shoots after rain
The season of flourishing like wheat seedlings
One village replaces another Village
The fragrance of the leaves blooms in the dream
The reflection of the once whirling
Flies everywhere in the campus filled with books
I I will never go far away again
My life is my village
My densely packed city full of windbreakers
The spacious and bright classroom in the rain Crazy growth
It is true that I will no longer see the original crawling fields
It is also submerged in mud and stones
The growing wheat and fragrance that once overflowed The land of camphor
The sound of city joints is rolling
Looking far into the distance at the sun-covered mountains
Slowly tapping the damp wilderness
Many students walk into the pages of spring
Jumping with the rhythm of the seasons
The ideal flag is flying high
Deep gaze
Soaring in the sky and crossing the sea
The times have chosen those who desire victory
The times have chosen those who reject mediocrity
The times have chosen those who pursue excellence< /p>
I firmly believe that it is the sound of a group of students forging ahead
I firmly believe that the birds that are out looking for food are returning to their nests in a hurry
I firmly believe that the love in my heart will never be extinguished Torches
Where there are mountains, there is image
Where there is water, there is luster
Rows of upright camphor trees
In the vast wilderness Rolling and vigorous life
Rehearsing the scenery of a national rejuvenation
Reality is pure and ethereal
Transforming our imagination
into urban lyricism dewdrops
Perhaps our original dream
is just the most direct arrival
And the spiritual standing
cannot help but inspire us The tentacles of flying thoughts
Looking back at the vicissitudes of history of a land for thousands of years
Who will feel the happiness blooming in the oil lamp
Who will hope for the sunshine chased on the muddy journey< /p>
This is a difficult choice
We heard the sound of branches jointing
It was passing through the ancient and fertile land of northwest Guizhou
Continuous stretches of camphor trees
are shining in the sun
Bee swarms from the countryside
are driving her regretless youth and Race against time
Perhaps there are still totems left in the fallen mountain villages
Perhaps the old ideas will return to their original nature
But we believe
As long as we work hard A steep gaze will make it rain or shine
As long as you stick to the journey, it will be brilliant
A forest is a ray of sunshine
A book is a world