Modern Poetry Campus Spring 1
Spring Campus
Abandoning the silver and plain clothes that do not belong to me,
Now I am more vibrant.
That persistence for beauty,
finally enabled me to regain the pursuit of the meaning of life,
There are also red flowers and green trees telling:
Red Flower
Although I will soon decline again,
Although I am afraid of the darkness and loneliness at night.
But I will still live bravely,
Look at the persistence of the wind and rain,
Ignore the anxious children’s gentle inquiries:
When will you wither,
To bear fruit?
Because death is a fault to me,
No matter how weak the wind blows me,
I I must also silently contribute my light and heat.
The moment I regained my life,
I promised to spring,
Let my life,
Brilliantly Walked by.
Green trees
At this time,
I did not choose silence,
In the romantic season,
The wind blows, and the rustling sound is like a song.
My new life,
Was once in the poet's atrium, the poet's courtyard,
The gleaming green was like splashing.
The stars twinkle at night on campus,
My lingering buds,
I once confidently said:
The tranquility of the night ,
Has been broken by the voice of my growth.
Legend
In the spring on campus, the tree flowers once let go of their throats and told.
Modern Poetry Campus' Spring 2
The wind blows
The pruned osmanthus trees sprouted new buds
A group of naughty children
Habitually tapping the table tennis table with bowls and chopsticks
It’s like the sweet pipa music played by adults
An old woman sending her grandchildren to school
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It seems that they have also dressed up at home
They are leaning on crutches and leaning against the school gate that has been exposed to the sun
When their bodies are warm, their hearts are warmer< /p>
Occasionally, they look up at the fluttering national flag with muddy eyes
Female teachers wearing purple or red scarves
Smilingly greeting the first blooming buds of the Spring Festival Flowers are comparable
They could not take care of the noisy sparrows above their heads
They only focused on chatting with their green hair and the warm morning breeze
On the faces of the sisters, They are all filled with intoxicating smiles
Some male teachers
have no time to shave off their faces and beards under their cheeks
Like Li Kui, like Zhang Flying, also like Tengger
Playing basketball with little kids on the court with great enthusiasm
Their laughter that shocked the Dong countryside merged into a series of exciting spring songs
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I stared at the mountains not far away
I thought about whether the scenery beside the Double Yang Pavilion remained the same?
Are the old willows tracing the Miaojiang River still swaying?
Is it hard to recall the years when we used to wear red scarves?
At this moment, the school bell rang together with the sonorous morning bell