Love campus poetry

1. [Poetry] Walking alone on campus, facing the sun, the smoke, the glasses and the school uniform, the narrowed eyes are as quiet as water. Winter plum falls on the loess road, with a dreamy fragrance. Boys walk past girls, occasionally going up and down, and the pale plum petals of bicycles are there. Under the setting sun, this 20-story building has achieved a kind of shade, poetry and moonlight romance. Bare tree trunks stood in two rows, a heart fell into the dust, and a tear completed a memorial service.

2. In spring, you sow hope. In autumn, you have a bumper harvest. You don't expect anything. Just quietly plowing the fields. When we achieved results, your face was full of smiles. When we do something wrong, you always educate us patiently. When we lost confidence, you inspired us to work hard with your hopeful vision. God gave us wings leading to our dreams, and we cheered and ran, while you silently prayed for us. In exchange for our healthy growth. Maybe you don't know how many spring and autumn years you have cultivated, but the years have quietly climbed up your face. You have paid with no regrets and cultivated generations of new people. Ah! -I praise you, teacher. Your youth has contributed to the four modernizations, and your image shines brightly in the team under construction. You are a candle to light the darkness, and a torch to burn in winter. Birds song for you, flowers bloom for you. On the road to prosperity for our motherland, we run very fast.