Appreciate the faint red and wine green,
Harmonious commotion,
Doesn't belong here.
Here it is not a subsidiary derivative.
A quiet corner, or a corner of the city,
Corner fence,
Wrapped in another world.
Lonely street lamps are on.
The flowing reddish fragrance,
Floating freely in the air, boiling with the sound of reading.
A clearing, a shadow of a building,
Far away, hand in hand,
The creeping soul is in a dormant state.
How many years later,
Thoughts emerge from small bodies,
Become a towering tree, look up at the wilderness and the sky.
Now, the swaying leaves outside the window,
Sting by light and shadow, temporarily tumbling,
To avoid injury,
But also to save energy.
Lights float in the middle of the night, and night breeds starlight.
It's just that vegetation won't germinate until spring.
The beginning and end of everything,
It has nothing to do with debauchery.
On the long night road,
Who keeps walking,
Who can towards the distant?
Writing Poems in Autumn Campus (2)
Early morning thoughts
Be entangled in tangled thread
run away
The sound of books on campus
Ladder casting dream
The rhythm of unknown birds in the depths of weeping willows
Express one's melancholy directly
A long and arduous journey
Makes me tired like a horse on an ancient road.
I searched among the flowers.
The bud of image
The pomegranate tree showed a flaming smile.
Those budding elves
Like a pair of expectant eyes.
My desk is a mess.
Dusty manuscript paper
Such as a dissatisfied housewife in the Song Dynasty.
Lying alone and twisted.
I'm driven crazy.
Need a guinea pig
Leadership or awakening
The sky is full of girls' shyness.
The clouds began to decorate gracefully.
It's bright all around.
I vaguely heard the horn of endeavor.
Writing Poems in Autumn Campus (3)
Hello, early morning campus.
Silence gently shakes hope.
The morning light caressed the budding reverie.
The breeze raised the ideal sail.
Sunglow paved a struggling bridge.
Cai Yun wove a wreath for hard work.
The blueprint for tomorrow is drawn in your hand.
The students' eyes flashed in your figure.
Hello, early morning campus.
I once called you in my sleep.
Every time I throw myself into your arms in the morning
Sucking the sweetness like hunger and thirst
How many times have you whispered to me?
How many times, you have given me infinite kindness.
How many times have I forgotten the canteen for you?
How many times, my thoughts fly far away for you.
Ah, hello!
Campus in the early morning
You study hard with me.
You inspired me to attack the base and seize the pass.
You have a broad mind.
Your eyes are long and big.
When I came back from my long voyage,
Then jump into your arms and kiss it a thousand times!
Writing Poems in Autumn Campus (4)
It's another morning in the blue stadium.
The waking campus got rid of the quiet night.
Street lamps also close their tired eyes one by one.
The street echoed with the sound of birds doing morning exercises.
There is a sunny ravine on campus.
The rising sun shines on it warmly.
Look at those students with books in their hands.
How many stamens and buds did Lang Lang's book sound?
I yearn for the fanaticism on the court.
-full of vitality and youth.
More respect for this quiet in the ravine.
-study silently and race against time.
In spring, March, everything is beautiful and the flowers and trees are smiling.
Beautiful campus breeze blowing, no dust.
Focus on this rare pure land
Who doesn't call from the heart:
Hello in spring! Good morning! Hello on campus