Describe the sharing of modern poetry on campus.

Poetry 1: Campus, Campus.

When I was a child, on campus.

Hanging in the high blue sky

See her, hear her

It's like hugging the stars all over the sky.

something i need

Admission, campus

Squeeze into my heavy schoolbag

Poetry 2: nostalgia for the campus is always expected.

Graduated quickly and grew quickly.

When we really leave.

Go to the ends of the earth.

Only to find that we have too much.

I can't forget it.

At that time, we lived together day and night.

The dormitory is our home.

We discuss social hot spots.

Explore campus culture

Full of lofty sentiments and aspirations

We listen to music and talk about life.

I often play poker for fun.

Remember that time?

You have lost so much, and your face is full of little bastards.

-Everything is so beautiful!

But it's over.

We have passed the prime of life.

Thinking is like the ups and downs of waves.

Beat your heart from time to time

Every drop of water.

This is all our memories.

But this is the reality.

We must face it.

I can only recall the beautiful youth.

Pure friendship

Poetry 3: The song we wrote in the yearbook when we graduated.

Blessing and understanding

We can't help choking.

Between tears

It's a beautiful day and night.

Yes, reading festival.

Concentric knot of white homing pigeon

Our world

How many people are in high spirits?

True love and true care

And homework.

Let's go all out.

The Trend and Development of Campus Culture

Let's think about it.

Controversy and pursuit

But unconsciously,

It's July.

It's time to go our separate ways.

be reluctant to part

But I have to face it.

Ah, pack up. What?

Put away your friendship and learn from it.

Young man, we graduated like this.

Just wave.

since then/from then on

Poetry 4: What campus memories are mottled in my memory?

Not rows of tables

Not a tree.

It is the school flower in February and the wolf in October.

It's the lingering feeling of reading at the foot of the mountain.

This is the sweetness of the lawn in the sun.

We are like two lines of mixed poems.

We are like two dancing butterflies.

We are like two separate clouds.

Good memories were smashed to pieces.

The wheels quietly separated us.

Steal the schoolbags from our backs.

It's getting dark.

I can't figure out your face.

The only remaining wax yellow love letter

Store the only memory

Poetry 5: Campus night, that night I went back to the university campus.

But not as kind as before.

I think there's something strange between us.

Less nostalgia

On one side of the teaching building.

There is no spring breeze anymore.

And an intoxicating spring night

Dim street lamps are not so soft.

A little dimmer.

I've thought it over.

We haven't left the campus for months.

There is a familiar classroom in front of us.

And the Woods I read countless times in the morning.

No familiar faces.

The noisy street behind the dormitory

Still has not changed.

Those familiar memories float in front of us.

But I want to think about it, it is so far away.

Walk around the campus along the road.

I didn't go to the familiar lake.

There used to be infinite scenery here.

Time has lost its nostalgia.

Poetry 6: I love my alma mater, I love my alma mater,

My alma mater is neat and beautiful,

There are tall teaching buildings,

There are spacious classrooms.

I love my alma mater,

My alma mater is full of vitality.

There are naughty and lively classmates,

There are United and lovely little friends.

I love my alma mater,

My alma mater is in high spirits,

There are amiable and respectable teachers,

There are hard-working and dedicated principals.

I love my alma mater,

Although my alma mater is small,

But full of warmth.

Although my alma mater is not luxurious,

But full of great love.

I want to say loudly:

I love my alma mater!

I am proud to say:

I love my alma mater!

Poetry 7: I love my alma mater, I love my alma mater,

My alma mater is neat and beautiful,

There are tall teaching buildings,

There are spacious classrooms.

I love my alma mater,

My alma mater is full of vitality.

There are naughty and lively classmates,

There are United and lovely little friends.

I love my alma mater,

My alma mater is in high spirits,

There are amiable and respectable teachers,

There are hard-working and dedicated principals.

I love my alma mater,

Although my alma mater is small,

But full of warmth.

Although my alma mater is not luxurious,

But full of great love.

I want to say loudly:

I love my alma mater!

I am proud to say:

Poetry 8: Four Seasons Songs on Campus Golden Campus

We came noisily.

Young mind

Full of infinite expectations

The world in plain clothes

We let off steam.

Passionate feelings

The colorful life of radiation

Green campus

Those ignorant teenagers

Publicize the glory of life

Appreciate the infinity of knowledge

Hot campus

Those young faces

Full of knowledge

Looking forward to the new school year

Four seasons campus

Every year is more colorful.

at once

We have grown up.

therefore

With the joy of growing up

We left silently.