Modern short poems on campus

A short modern poem "My Earth is Singing" on campus.

Wang Hui

The first breeze blew along the ancient annual rings.

The ice and snow melted into wisps on the earth.

Cooking cigarettes with dreams

Leaning against the delicate leaves, flowers bloom.

Green spring has just begun to sing beautifully.

The Stone Age has arrived.

late night

Can you lie in the arms of the earth?

Lying on the lawn watching the stars.

There are sleepy insects in the air, and

Swaying fireflies

Will the earth like golden yellow?

Tall trees are covered with leaves and fruits.

When the sun rises again

Only bare branches and its feet are left.

The heavy earth is singing the harvest song.

Loose Soil is turning over an endless book.

There are words written by snowflakes on it.

Do tired people follow the traffic?

Get lost at the crossroads

Second, modern short poems passing by on campus.

Maremon

Can I choose to pass by?

Passing by you

And your clear and sad eyes

Can I choose to pass by?

Passing by you

And your thin and quiet youth.

Those in the fable

Those dreams in fairy tales

Is it the same as before

Passing you gently and quietly.

Take away the childhood that I can't remember.

Take away the happiness that belongs to you

Chapter three. Memories of modern short poems on campus

Wang Yiou

Our photos are posted on the wall.

Watch the sunset.

Thank you for coming to me.

Don't leave with apologies.

I'm missing someone.

A monotonous tone

tell a lie

Fortunately, I didn't hear it.

Tears retention

Afraid you'll see

How obvious the memory is

Stop thinking about it.

Chapter Four: Short Stories of Modern Poetry on Campus-Dedicated to the People of the Times.

Si zhichao

There are treasures in the umbrella.

Years ago

A gloomy summer.

The smell of sunshine and rain

Like a wall crawling with creepers.

Light and shadow mottling

The breeze is shaking.

After yesterday.

Green ripple mark

An attack on a long-lived memory.

Who forgot the revised language?

Who sticks to the thin New Year?

Who remembers seeing it?

The depths of green are engraved with the bright stars of the past.

Became a bookmark in our story

Those people and things on campus

Poplar trees have sprouted on campus.

Acacia bird perches on the banyan tree outside the window.

In the first tear

Memories have to start.

It's like an old course in a framework.

Always so quiet and carefree.

The past was always so beautiful.

When you summon up the courage to look back

Wait for you.

There are only regrets everywhere.

Modern Short Poems of Scarecrow on Campus

Actually, I'm not alone.

I don't always drive away birds.

Occasionally, birds sing on my broken straw hat.

Or sing on my flat arm

I heard the blue sky and white clouds talking.

The wind whispers in my ear.

Those secrets that only belong to time have also been discovered by me.

Because I won't grow up and get old.

My heart is as young as newborn malt.

Malt will grow, I won't.

On the road in the distance, children

Always learn from yourself naively.

Although their arms are not straight enough

But their legs can move.

But I can't.

I only belong to one place in my life.

But I'm free.

Because the wind can fly, so can the clouds.

Birds can fly, and so can the sky.

My heart can fly.

Seven, the campus short modern poetry season troubles.

Zhang Qian Linyi No.3 Middle School

This suitcase can't even hold a can of black tea.

It's full of your nagging

I am waiting for the bus at the bus stop.

I hope a person can go to the ends of the earth.

But you've put their destination

Put it where you can touch it.

Which corner are you in?

I'm not sure.

But in every city I pass,

Everyone has your figure and your eyes.

I raised my feet and stepped in the direction of having you.