Ignorant time
Homesickness is a warm sweater.
The person wearing it is at this end.
The weavers are over there.
after school
Homesickness is a shallow stream.
I stand at the finish line.
Mother is the source.
Grow up
Homesickness is a distant flute.
He is blowing over there.
I'm listening at this end
But now
Homesickness is a bright moon.
The viewer is at this end.
The man who is watching is over there.
ache
Desperate
Pain is a long journey.
For so long
Tired
Lonely time
Pain is one's dance.
Start with yourself.
The ending is also yourself.
Difficult time
Pain is an infinite space.
I want to leave.
But I can't find the exit.
When in doubt
Pain is a constantly dividing cell.
Solved this
This is breeding again.
happy
Hours later
Happiness is a little candy.
Hold it in your mouth
But my heart is sweet
After graduation
Happiness is a thick record of classmates.
There was a lot of people on every side.
The truth is concentrated in one place.
We'll talk about it later.
Happiness is a beautiful family portrait.
time goes by
But the smile will never disappear.
But now
Happiness is a warm letter from home
Lost?and?Found?
However, warm eyes
school
When I was young,
School is a paradise in dreams,
I'm outside,
Sister is inside.
Grow up,
School is a beautiful story,
I'm inside,
Parents are away.
Later,
The school is a dark room,
I'm inside,
Happiness is outside.
now
School is an ocean of knowledge,
I'm inside,
The destination is outside.
mother love
Hours later
Motherly love is a pair of warm hands.
It is in your arms.
Love is in the body.
When I grow up
Motherly love is a thin bamboo pole.
It's my treat.
Love is in your hands.
We'll talk about it later.
Motherly love is a thin ticket.
You have it.
Love is on the way
But now
Motherly love is a tight hug.
It's on its way.
Jackie and Ryan
2. Write a poem about campus. I like to travel in the world of books and experience wonderful life. I like the days when I am accompanied by books, filling the ocean of my heart; I like to walk in the ocean of knowledge, so that I can have a spiritual home. I am familiar with that feeling, just as I have been looking forward to it for a long time. At this moment, it has come to my side and flowed into my heart. Reading has become an indispensable part of my life; Reading makes me feel the wonderful book; Reading makes me feel the joy of life; Reading has given me the true meaning of life.
Someone said, "Life is like a book. Only by going deep into it and chewing slowly can we realize the meaning of life and understand the wonderful life. " I turn this book page by page, which is the continuation of my life; I read page after page, but I was intoxicated by the smell; I looked at it page by page, and it was my life that kept showing.
Life is like a play, with falsehood and truth. The book expresses the plot, which is a true representation of life. Maybe this is the real life. As Xu Zhimo wrote in his poem, "I left gently, just as I came gently. I waved my sleeves and didn't take away a cloud." Life is like this. From the moment you were born, you were covered with a layer of skin, which doomed you to struggle and struggle Is it a mediocre life or a beautiful and prosperous journey? Hold the swing in your hand. Books accompanied me to grow up, and I had hardships and setbacks on the stormy road of my life. It is books that have taught me the truth of being a man, pointed out the direction for me, and made me no longer hesitate on the road of life. I should thank it, it let me appreciate the profoundness of knowledge and explore the mystery of life. Sometimes, I think books are like my sincere friends. When I am lonely, I am warm with them. When I am confused, I am glad to have its guidance. I am used to the days when I get along with books, and I enjoy the warmth of home. Let me wander away from home and feel the feelings of my loved ones. I envy it, its world is wonderful, but I don't regret it, because I believe that with books, my life is also wonderful.
On a sunny day, breathing fresh air, I feel that this is also a new beginning.
3. Write poems on campus and sing 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.
If it is a teenager, I also have two songs here.
How beautiful our campus is.
On campus, flowers are in full bloom,
Bees, collect honey.
Come and see, in the corridor,
Students' works are all over the wall,
There is calligraphy, there is painting,
There are also paper-cuts and handicrafts.
In the classroom, new desks and chairs,
Can be lifted and moved,
Four wheels are at the bottom of the table.
Move a little and it will be aligned.
The multi-function hall is great,
Physical projection DVD
Watch movies, watch animations,
You can dance and play games.
There are new faces everywhere,
Campus beauty
The teaching building is really lively.
Willow is green and flowers are beautiful.
Students, jump pomegranate.
Be polite.
Say hello to the teacher.
Say hello to your classmates.
Take care of the environment and make new moves.
If there is rubbish, someone will deal with it.
When you see waste paper, bend down and pick it up.
Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility.
The campus is beautiful and everyone laughs.
4. Poetry about campus. Campus path
The path on campus,
Always emerge in silent dreams.
Is budding youth,
It's a childish impulse,
It was the whisper in the promise that night.
Don't say you are lonely,
In order to uncover long-forgotten memories,
Let the poetic dream of yesterday reappear.
The path on campus,
Your crying face,
Write down my immortal poems.
Your smile,
Engraved with how much regret we have.
The path on campus,
It's a shy fairy tale,
Carve our youth like water as soon as possible.
5. Write poems on campus, campus.
When I was a child, on campus.
Hanging in the high blue sky
See her, hear her
It's like hugging the stars all over the sky.
something i need
Admission, campus
Squeeze into my heavy schoolbag
Love and hate her.
just as
Following a long stream makes me happy.
Let me graduate confused, campus.
It grows on a lush tree.
Remembering her, tasting her is like
Farewell to first love, even let me
Feel depressed/depressed
Now, the campus is finally
Paste it into my wonderful life picture.
No matter how close to her, no matter how far away from her.
It's like
Hold high the sail of mature love, towards that
The fiery red sun, in
fly
We get together here, study together and read together.
Have fun together every day and enjoy the happy time together.
We are running on the campus and on the runway.
Everyone helps each other when they are in trouble. We will always be friends.
6. foundation; Campus symphonic poems; Imitate a short poem about campus life, a campus symphony poem.
beehive
The classroom is like a beehive.
Arranged tables and chairs, is a grid honeycomb, orderly. When the bell rings, you check one, I check one, and everyone takes a seat. Take (ji) from the teacher's teaching and find (mi) from books (ji) in various subjects. Sometimes follow the long river of history and fly to distant ancient times; Sometimes flying around in today's scientific community; Sometimes the book sounds loud; Sometimes writing rustles. Collect, explore and accumulate in the ocean of knowledge. Like a golden bee collecting pollen in the sea of flowers, buzzing around the camp, longing. Busy storing honey in their hives.
Ah! Sweet beehive.
Bird Islet
After class, the campus is like a bird island.
The beautiful symphony is spinning in the promised land. Under the flowers, on the lawn playground, sweatshirts, colorful skirts ... fly, flowing figures, rotating dance steps, graceful charm, flying low like a bird (wide), jumping happily, dancing like a bird spreading its wings, and resting quietly. Singing and laughing, like the roar (announcement) of the tide, the birds fell in love with the song (trickling water).
Bathe in the sunshine together, enjoy the joy, add warmth and enrich happiness.
Ah, a vibrant bird island.
petal
On the annual Teacher's Day, colorful petals fall from the teacher's desk. You see, students' letters-light blue, pink, light green, light yellow ... one after another, send sincere hearts. Suddenly, a white dove flew out of the window and sent a cloud-a white letter. The teacher took it off with joy and saw a naughty student's sincere thoughts and warm congratulations. When the whistle of a string of pigeons sounded, the teacher looked at the white dove flying in the sky and wished deeply, as if she wanted to fly with him.
Ah! The flying petals turn into full flowers (blessings) and bloom in the teacher's heart.
Spray spring
In Hong's campus, there is an endless fountain.
The glittering and translucent spray changes, just like a light and colorful water ballet. In the beautiful flash, I miss the late gardener. The grandfather planted many colorful flowers for the school. There was a fountain in the school a day ago. He stood in the hot sun and built a pool. On the copper face, sweat merged into a stream. That day, I came to school at noon and found him sweating like a pig, laying bricks without looking up. I stood aside, avoiding the popsicle, and looked at his dexterous hands curiously. Now every time I think about it, I always regret it. Why don't I pass him the popsicle?
Looking at the fountain and listening to the sound of water, it seems that cheerful singing is accompanied by Nuo dance. Here, is there grandpa's sweat? (Wei) Did he get rid of his labor?
Ah! Grandpa fell asleep forever, but the fountain was still awake.
Shu Gen
We are peach blossoms and plum blossoms, what a beautiful metaphor; We will be fruitful, what a wonderful future. When flowers are full of branches and fruits are numerous, none of us will forget the roots that feed us. They silently absorb nutrients from the earth and pass them on to us.
Ah! Teacher, you are like a tree root. When we praise you with roots, you say:
Falling flowers will become the nutrition of the earth, and stones will also become roots! "
Ah! Let's solve the problem fundamentally and grow an elegant tree.
7. Poems describing the campus When I first met lilacs, a tree with white flowers surged in front of me, and I asked what kind of flower it was. The friend replied, "This is lilac".
Is this lilac? Is this the bitter clove lamented by the poet in Yuxiang? I marvel at my ignorance, and even more at how charming this white flower can be. Indulge in the campus garden with friends and enjoy the scenery of flowers in full bloom.
Begonia, Rosa davurica, Crataegus pinnatifida, Paeonia suffruticosa and Paeonia lactiflora compete for beauty. Only the whiteness and purity of lavender are particularly attractive ... A friend pointed to lilac and said, "Have you smelled her carefully?" I shook my head. I thought that every flower is fragrant, not to mention cloves.
Pull out a flap and put it in front of your nose. "It tastes bitter," I said. My friend laughed and said, "Lilacs have bitter fragrance. Can't I afford it?" I am speechless.
Savoring my friend's words carefully, I think of the poem I read, and seem to understand why the poet in Yuxiang wrote the bitterness and beauty of acacia with cloves so touching and intriguing. It also seems to understand a truth: people are happy when they are in pain. We just seek happiness in suffering and turn suffering into happiness, writing and all walks of life.
What did you say?/Sorry? The golden tunnel is next to the dormitory and canteen forever, and it is full of winter jasmine. The yellow Lei Huang is colorful around us: the flowers slanting out of the road are like an extended eaves, under which we all bow when we come and go.
This is really like a golden tunnel. Isn't it? Dormitory is where we study and rest; What about the canteen? The canteen is like an oil return station of life.
How many stories can you tell by walking back and forth six times a day on this road ... If life is a silent struggle, then we must fight against nature, the objective environment and ourselves. When we come here to study, we have to face not only textbooks, but also a series of problems, as well as various tests of family, children, the elderly and our age.
As parents and children, our responsibilities and the role of life make us not only consider our studies, but also other things that we can't care about. Difficult, it seems just a square character that is not easy to write, but how difficult it is, only when you are in it, will you understand.
Unfortunately, quite a few of us are wandering in this golden tunnel. They regard sleeping and eating as the top priority in life, and come and go like walking dead. Is it easy to live like this? All production and life may be carried out in pain.
It should be said that the struggle between man and time is a cruel struggle. Although there is no sword and shadow in this struggle, there is no blood dripping. However, lost time will never be recovered.
Everything that wants to be quiet and comfortable is actually to escape difficulties. Only brave people can face life squarely and face life.
No matter how difficult the future is, as long as we cherish the present, there will be a future. Golden tunnel, the runway in my memory! The tung tree in front of the window is flush with the window. Last autumn, it covered with green leaves to shelter us from the wind and rain, and we felt its friendship very much.
No wonder, in the cold of winter, I stood at the window on the fourth floor, worried that snow would crush its branches. However, after several snows, it still stands high in front of our window. When spring comes, its branches change from gray to purple.
One day, I actually found snow-clear buds on its branches. In a few days, they suddenly bloomed and formed lavender clouds. Tung flowers are so chic, and there are strings of flowers on the bare branches, which are exquisite and elegant.
Standing at the window and looking at the beauty of the flowers scattered on the branches is really like reading a poem, which is full of interest. Probably only tung trees bloom first and then grow leaves. Plums don't shed their leaves, and figs don't bloom. Tung oil tree is unique in that it blooms first and leaves are exposed from its branches after flowering.
We often say: "Red flowers with green leaves", the beauty of tung flowers does not need any embellishment. Just like a noble personality, pure, simple and different.
Tung flower is not only elegant, but also has a pioneering spirit without hesitation. Its spirit comes from the strong trunk of the tung tree and its stalwart body.
Tung tree, the tung tree in front of my window. Willow on the wall There is a curved willow on the high wall, swaying in the wind, which worries me for a long time.
Every time I walk through this wall, I feel that my life is oppressed by willows and walls. I wonder how willows grow here. A closer look reveals its secret. It turned out that a short rain trough stretched out from the root of the willow tree. Over the years, the sink has rotted and broken, and the rain has flowed down, just passing through the roots of willow trees.
Because of the wall and water, this willow tree grows day by day. Looking at this willow tree, I suddenly understood that everything has its cause and its fruit. The existence of this willow tree is a miracle, and it also contains some truth.
But I am convinced that this willow will not grow into a big tree after all. Although it can flow so smartly in the wall, how much can it endure? 2 Campus Poetry So, I thought of an aesthetic problem, pure art, its vitality will not last long, and art for art's sake can only enter a dead end. Only when art is rooted in the earth and fertile soil can there be lush scenery. It is raining cats and dogs. Walking in the rain must be poetic, right? However, we live very tired, and we don't always have leisure and elegance. We walk in the garden in the rain, even if we don't care about our own state of mind, don't we consider other people's eyes? It's raining on campus today, but we must go for a walk. Although the rain is fierce and the raindrops are urgent, the green trees washed by the rain are so green that they are really worth appreciating.
There is no umbrella, no rain gear, my hair is wet, my thin shirt is soaked, and the footsteps of walking aggravate the urgency of the rain. The raindrops jumping on the lawn are constantly changing, and the fresh veins make people feel that the world is really happy.
The rain kept falling, and many beads of rain were strung on the branches, and the buds fell one after another. What a pity. The first rain of this new year washed away the residual dust of a winter and knocked down countless budding new cuisines.
Without this rain, many new buds will grow, but without this rain, no new buds will grow. This is the law of nature. It seems a bit wrong to comment on rain utilitarianism.
How can everything be perfect? No matter how good things are, no one will achieve the ultimate goal.
8. Beautiful sentences describe how quiet the campus is. Thin morning fog, such as gauze, hangs over the campus, and the magnificent teaching building is hidden in the faint morning fog. The dawn of the whole campus is so warm and beautiful. In the late autumn evening, I walked in the quiet campus, only to see the flowers wither, the leaves wither, the bare trees droop listlessly on the trunk, and the green grass in the past is only yellow now. Spring makes the earth look brand new. Spring brings all love to school, gives us joy and hope, and urges us to make progress. There is a green lawn in the middle of the playground, and students are willing to go to the lawn to study and play in groups. The sound of reading often attracts pedestrians outside the playground. In the midsummer afternoon, the golden sunshine shines through the rows of lush Metasequoia branches and leaves next to the teaching building, and shines into the window of the classroom, which is particularly bright. Overnight, the campus was wrapped in silver.