Love green, love campus poetry

Four seasons songs on campus

Golden campus

We came noisily.

Young mind

Full of infinite expectations

The world in plain clothes

We let off steam.

Passionate feelings

The colorful life of radiation

Green campus

Those ignorant teenagers

Publicize the glory of life

Appreciate the infinity of knowledge

Hot campus

Those young faces

Full of knowledge

Looking forward to the new school year

Four seasons campus

Every year is more colorful.

at once

We have grown up.

therefore

With the joy of growing up

We left silently.

On pure and fertile land

It breeds our hope for tomorrow.

We are eager to be an eagle in the future.

Soar above the sky

it's you

Let my life have a good start.

it's you

Aroused my curiosity.

it's you

Help me become useful and help me fly.

You taught me.

Give someone flowers, leave a lingering fragrance in your hand.

You taught me.

Increase people's smiles and make their hearts happy.

today

I want to put the most beautiful flowers.

today

I want to put the sweetest smile

give you

My dearest school

A monument that will always stand in my heart.

Pass by, pass by, miss,

So we thought we had grown up.

Finally, you can also smile in tears or pain or disappointment.

Hold high at high tide in the morning and wrap yourself in deep blue sea water.

I don't miss it. I remember everything. It's not that you can forget under oath.

All those happy and sad pasts, when I think of them, are irresistible.

When playing the guitar, make public the convulsive body, and when talking on the phone, hold high the gentle voice. Everything is so clear.

These two people are always missing.

Even if the long youth is over, it is still memorable.

Two people holding hands in the bleak time, two people walking together in the back, two words can hide the panic, two years later can forget the place.

It's just that no matter how fresh the memory is, youth still flies away with white wings.

It doesn't care what we pray for.

Time runs counter to it, and we can only catch the fragments of the past, with lonely aftertaste in the morning when spring flowers are in full bloom, in the afternoon when summer rains roar, in the evening when autumn wind whimpers, and in the middle of the night when winter snow floats.