The corner is full of red flowers, and there is nowhere to be found in early winter.
The garden is lush with green grass, without losing its old appearance.
The cheeks are breezy, though a little cold.
Scholars listen, and learning art is accompanied by cold and heat.
Poetry 2: Campus Love
Love is a sublimation on campus.
Strangers become friends.
Friendship becomes family ties.
look at you
Slightly immature cheeks
I hope you grow up
look at you
Slightly mature and sophisticated
Afraid of your growth
Lost the innocence of the past
Campus love is an oath.
Keeping healthy is a commitment to life.
Go forward bravely on the road of love
Housekeeping is an understanding of life.
The road to love is wonderful.
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Sorrow and joy are moved by love.
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The cycle of pain is the aftertaste of love.
Love lets us know each other.
Love lets us know each other.
You are not my child.
Because I didn't raise you.
You are my child.
Because I gave you all my love.
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Have the glory and dream of my life.
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I learned to love and be loved.
Love is on campus.
It is a constant feeling.
Poetry 3: The sound of books on campus is loud.
Ningmu Red Flag Ran Ran rises,
Hundreds of students are full of lofty sentiments.
Far from the dream of rejuvenating the country,
Lang Lang's book sounds even.
Poetry 4: Campus Beauty
Longan flowers are full of fragrance, bees are flying and butterflies are dancing happily.
The beautiful campus is picturesque, and thousands of teachers and students are happy to suppress foreign countries.
Poetry 5: Spring, in this blooming campus.
When the first magnolia on the tree opens.
Lonely migratory birds are destined to fly.
The campus is in the south,
Wash away the vicissitudes of time
In spring, in this blooming campus.
I know, if I want to.
I will put this sacred face
Tell the man who firmly guards the corner of the campus
Every inch of land
Like a spring, it is eager to catch the branches.
A dissolute spring breeze
It has aroused a lot of excitement.
If the flowers float, the heart is like magnolia.
Look into the eyes under the tree,
I always want to leave a drop of rain on the flowers.
Give it to the soul.
Spring is in my heart.
As long as the words created by Cang Xie are not destroyed.
The beautiful magnolia didn't move out of the campus.
In my mind, the end of life.
Spring is always there, magnolia is always there.