A group of lovely birds in front of the rockery
Whispering in foraging and frolicking.
This is their happy kingdom.
There is no external intrusion.
Ah, the beautiful campus is very quiet.
Poplar swayed gently in the breeze.
Cicada in the tree is chirping happily.
This is their happiest season.
Enjoy the beauty of growing up in singing.
Ah, the beautiful campus is very quiet.
The desks and chairs in the office are sleeping quietly.
Dreaming of warm dependence.
It's a little lonely to leave your master.
Looking forward to seeing the teacher's smile again.
Ah, the beautiful campus is very quiet.
There are no jumping symbols on the blackboard.
And no little hands to draw on it.
Rows of neat desks in front of me.
Remember every voice, every face, every smile.
Ah, the beautiful campus is very quiet.
Why can't you see the children dancing?
Why can't you see the children running and jumping?
The wide playground is not happy either.
The school day is coming soon.
Ah, the beautiful campus is very quiet.
I came to school again in the summer vacation.
The scenery in front of us is so beautiful.
Think of lovely classmates.
Can't help but show relief and pride.
Ah, the beautiful campus is very quiet.
Waiting for the autumn wind to blow through the high treetops.
The children returned to their warm arms.
Everywhere is full of vitality.
We will water the green seedlings again.
Ah, the beautiful campus is very quiet.
Although the teacher left school temporarily
This responsibility has not diminished at all.
They are carefully preparing.
The fire in my heart is burning stronger and stronger.
Ah, the beautiful campus is very quiet.
My Campus, My Poetry Home (2)
The tail of the north wind
Sweep the spring girl's green skirt
Naughty Lantern Festival
Still rolling in mom's pot
Heavy bag
Full of attachment to parents
A crowded bus
Full of laughter during the Spring Festival.
Lonely for a month
The campus has opened its mind.
Peach blossoms in full bloom
Crowded in classrooms and playgrounds
The grass was awakened.
Put your head out and stretch.
It asked the Rong Shu brothers.
What time is it now?
My Campus, My Poetry Home (3)
Light red and wine green,
Harmonious commotion,
Doesn't belong here.
Here it is not a subsidiary derivative.
A quiet corner, or a corner of the city,
Corner fence,
Wrapped in another world.
Lonely street lamps are on.
The flowing reddish fragrance,
Floating freely in the air, boiling with the sound of reading.
A clearing, a shadow of a building,
Far away, hand in hand,
The creeping soul is in a dormant state.
How many years later,
Thoughts emerge from small bodies,
Become a towering tree, look up at the wilderness and the sky.
Now, the swaying leaves outside the window,
Sting by light and shadow, temporarily tumbling,
To avoid injury,
But also to save energy.
Lights float in the middle of the night, and night breeds starlight.
It's just that vegetation won't germinate until spring.
The beginning and end of everything,
It has nothing to do with debauchery.
On the long night road,
Who keeps walking,
Who can towards the distant?
My Campus, My Poetry Home (4)
Close to the campus
My steps are as light as leaves.
A green skull grows in the juice of sunlight.
Breastfeeding place
Look for some clear lines, distant lights and flowers.
At this point, we are relatively silent.
Look at each other but still be happy in your own way.
You use the simplest method
Bite by bite, hello
My childhood growing up
I lifted you above my head with my eyes.
The one opposite the village head
A river that keeps changing its direction.
But never get lost.
Your ripples, so far
Still rippling
My eternal warmth
Warm tables and chairs
Or those old friends
Unfamiliar and familiar
Or those simple ones that can't be simpler.
Tables and chairs
Nicknames when I was a child, some nicknames with strong earthy flavor.
Run merrily on the table
Run and run, and the flowers will bloom.
Shouting, love has grown up.
The silent blackboard is hanging high.
Pointing pointer
Some familiar voices came from my ears.
Vague and clear
Point to the text to return to the original text.
Stop in the depths of detail
Stopping in time cannot be erased.
Scar of life
Our moment
A weathered bullet skin.
Put your thin years
Hurt a bone
Find; to find out
Hanging high in our memory.
I can't forget it.
Dare not forget.
Just be gentle
Be tempered and baptized by steel
A paragraph of text became
The spirit of bathing fire
Soothe our whole
Wounded land.
Half a rubber
Eye contact is enough.
But it's still not enough to get there
Let a returning bird climb the old window lattice.
And silent tables and chairs.
A leaf that expresses itself
Completed the return of the fall.
A flock of butterflies
Before the season changes
Self-redemption transfer
Half a little eraser?
You can polish your life from now on.
It can also be decorated, as beautiful as yesterday.
bottom drawer
Touch the earth
The heart of the grass has grown to half a waist.
Some flowers can also polish the sun.
Guided by the wind
Do broadcast gymnastics that I am familiar with.
Looks slim and elegant.
Our posture is beautiful.
A hen
Gather a flock of chickens on the grass.
Take the trouble to call.
A language we don't understand.
Time footage has also been translated.
Sometimes focusing
Sometimes elongated
Thinking about flowers
Above the windowsill
Your figure is still green and beautiful.
The developing leaves sit piously.
Every time I read my poem,
Your temperament is like a flower.
Yes, even thousands of miles away.
A piece of glass cannot stop the sun.
Please open this window.
Don't be afraid of wind and rain.
Including a little sadness.
As long as you have it.
A heart full of sunshine
Hold your mind above your head.
Smile, just smile.
Sunshine will wash away your face.