Poetic nature of cultural life

Poem on Positive Campus Cultural Life (1) When the first magnolia on the tree is in bloom, lonely migratory birds will definitely fly to the south campus to wash away the vicissitudes of spring. I know that in this blooming campus, I will tell this holy face to the spring that firmly guards every corner of the campus. The wanton spring breeze caught the branches and aroused the excitement everywhere. My heart is like an eye under a magnolia tree. I always want to leave a drop of rain on the flowers and give it to the soul of spring. In my flowering heart, as long as the words created by Cang Xie are not destroyed, and as long as the beautiful magnolia does not move out of the campus, the pen of the end of life will always be in my heart. Yu Lan's Poems on Actively Promoting Campus Cultural Life (2) After class, children gather here to wash their hands and faces in an orderly way or simply put their mouths on the tap and fill their stomachs with cold water. Then he can hear clang when he runs away. The water in the tap keeps flowing from the ground. It quickly penetrated into the ground and formed a small wetland. The bell in class is short and long, and the last hand draws water with the right hand in a panic. I stopped singing. How to make the wetland silent and have new guests visit a group of birds of different shapes? Before it evaporates at 37 degrees, I'll take a sip and twitter with graffiti imitated by new fledgling birds. Those big birds are hovering at low altitude, occupying a black beak that will stop directly on the faucet and find the last drop of mouth exquisitely. Flip your wings again, communicate with them and share the time you don't often meet before summer comes. But without strangers, no one can guarantee that after the summer vacation, he and he can recognize each other's youth and grow up crazily. Poetry about the positive campus cultural life (3) The oblique sunset overflows the campus in the evening, and you can walk alone * on the sidelines to enjoy the warmth before darkness. The increasingly sparse begonia flowers beside me record every step of time. Is the red falling all over the floor a farewell to dusk? Outside, according to the sound of steel bars, the shadows in the sunset are gradually drawn longer and longer. Flowing quietly, just because I miss the residual flowers more, I disappear into the horizon at the sight of the sunset. Poetry about positive campus cultural life (4) An accident, I seem to wander in hell, and the heartbreaking pain lingers in my mind, like a leaf that is about to run out of life waiting for the coming autumn wind. The eyes of my peers are warm, the sweet words in my heart are warm, and the hand that lends a helping hand is like a trickle of warm water, nourishing my dying leaves and letting me withstand the devastation of autumn wind and autumn rain. It's like miraculously going back to school. * Blood is thicker than water, so that my white paper can draw a beautiful picture of life. Thank you for giving me a warm campus.