With a sweet smile. Winter on campus, although not as gentle as spring, not as cheerful as summer, not as sweet as autumn, has a quiet atmosphere. This long rest can make the flowers bloom again next year. Second, when we are young, we are like flowers growing in such a beautiful campus. The beauty of youth blooms in such a beautiful campus. The road from the dormitory to the classroom is covered with flowers. The sun is full of green grass. The crystal clear water drops on the bud are dripping. The green jumping avenue hooks the past light in such a beautiful place. The flowers and trees on campus breathe the breath of youth, and the piano is tinkling in the air. The children's red faces are full of ideals, confidence, courage and joy in such a beautiful campus.
A cypress tree bends very sweetly. It has thought, flesh and blood, and soul. It is the soul of our campus. It symbolizes the eternal direction and mission of youth. It leans from its heel to the national flag, but its upper body is as straight as a flagpole. It greets the rising sun side by side with the red flag, watches the sunset go away and touches its relatives. Kissing that piece of red blood is boiling like blood, burning the rising sun in Ran Ran in the East and the sincere hearts of the students. Don't miss the beautiful scenery before you. Don't wait until one day you are so sad: when you leave, you will regret not looking at you carefully, your plants, flowers, birds, fish and insects, and the books bathed in the courtyard. I just looked for the hazy footprints of youth in my heart until I left you, and then I began to regret not being really close to you, your skin color, your flesh and that.
Forever vigorous vitality, I really want to return to your arms and kiss your green and red skin everywhere. I really want to say thank you to every tree and flower and leave a smile until the moment I leave you. I regret that I have never cared about you wholeheartedly, wiping the tears from my eyes and talking with flowers and plants. I didn't appreciate their beauty quietly, and now I find that you are so beautiful. I find that your youth has been quietly decorated by you. It turns out that happiness and beauty have quietly passed away. I find myself living in my own shadow, and you-a beautiful campus-have been sunny. Why is everything always in hindsight? In such a beautiful campus, there are beautiful girls, young teachers, some singing poems and some dancing happily.
How can I not love her? I am full of enthusiasm and walked into the gate of the teaching point. I spread my sincere smile all over the beautiful campus. You see, you see, the blooming flowers on campus are the cradle of my childhood memories, and that is the fragrance of my alma mater. Listen, listen, the songs sung by birds are familiar teachings in my ears, and that is the pride written by the teacher. Oh, beautiful campus, I want to sow the seeds of knowledge and dress up your beautiful tomorrow. Four early morning thoughts fell into a tangled thread, and there was no way out. The sound of books on campus creates a ladder of dreams, and the rhythm of unknown birds in the depths of weeping willows is chaotic.
Poetry of Baidu Library in Campus Art Festival