Manjiang
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Zhejiang University moved westward and entered the College of Liberal Arts in March.
A three-day poetry meeting
■ Text/Hu Kexian
In the southeast of the disaster, the smoke and dust were dark, and the stormy waves did not stop. another/alternative name
Jiang waved his whip and pointed to the west, but Jin Ou still disappeared. The silence of autumn in Meitan, Zunyi
Loneliness, Taihe Jiande stars are on the list. At that time, it turned to the extreme.
Ah, groan.
Home and country hate each other, but it's too late to meet. Proud, fill in the page. correct
Tung oil lamp shadow, deep affection. When crossing the river and the sea,
Gankun hangs the sun and the moon. After vicissitudes of life, good spirits accumulated in it.
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Written for the elegant March poetry collection.
■ Text/Tao Ran
On Liu Touchun's face, plum blossoms are new.
The rain in the south garden disappears and the smoke in the north garden disappears.
The pavilion of piano and books smells like three sleeps.
Bragging in Surabaya, I am willing to be a peaceful person.
Meitan oil lamp
■ Text/Zhang Deming
Guizhou Meitan Wenmiaoli
I saw a small oil lamp.
It looks clumsy, simple and rough.
Ruthless years have given it.
Covered with rusty copper.
I imagined a pair of trembling hands.
Light up on time every night.
There was once an insomnia brain.
Every night on time in the dim light.
Expand its complex
Computing, planning and research
This is the spirit of our old headmaster.
That is the soul of Oriental Cambridge University.
Twinkling light
Like a golden bean
Once given to exiled students.
Bring warm care
Firm belief and from
A cordial greeting from the old headmaster.
The distant front, guns rumbling.
The soldiers are fighting bloody battles.
My compatriots are wandering hard.
Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, the night is still at this moment.
Zhejiang University students are studying hard.
For the continuation of the context, show your unyielding soul.
3,200 huge dark nights
The small oil lamp in the Confucius Temple is always on.
Historical event
Let the spirit of seeking truth and the soul of the master
merge into an organic whole
Through three thousand years of time and space
Until you enter 2 1.
hundred years
And the celebration of the rise of China.
A hundred years' arduous and brilliant course of Zhejiang University.
Written in memory of Zhejiang University's westward migration.
■ Text/Zhang Deqiang
Failed to catch up with the harsh times
Catch up with my alma mater's trek under the smoke in those years.
Continued exile
I can only admire the vision of a junior.
Look at the countercurrent of time
The rugged journey to the west
The arduous and persistent pursuit of real knowledge
How much I want to cross-
A tunnel through days of darkness.
Join the torrent of "Long March of Literary Army"
In order to avoid the indiscriminate bombing of Japanese planes
I will learn the agility of bamboo poles.
Run nimbly on the banks of the river, in the canyons and in the wilderness.
Follow the brave President Zhu.
Over 2600 kilometers.
From west Tianmu to Jiande, from Jiangxi to Guizhou.
Looks like a group of refugees.
But they are a group of intellectual elites and the backbone of the country.
Dare to fight the storm tenaciously
What kind of university is this-
The hillside of the forest farm has become a ladder classroom.
The altar of the temple became a writing desk.
Hunger and cold are like experiments again and again.
Considering young Will,
At dawn, the sound of reading came from all over the mountain.
How many silent voices have been inspired? ...
Ah, my glory
Seeking truth from facts is engraved in the school motto.
Ah, my pride
You, from a century-old prestigious school, are heroic and youthful.
When the sunrise in Zijin Port turns red.
When the spring breeze of Xixi warms people's hearts
Who doesn't want to say-
I want to inherit my legacy and show my talents.
I want to fly freely
Fly to the future, fly to the vast universe.
Guan Xia cheng Tao calligraphy
■ Text/Week
Small words are as good as new, and rainy words are true.
Although the beautiful scenery has passed away with the running water, string songs have come and gone.
Si Xia Li Lao
■ Text/Hu Meimei
Fourth Uncle's temperament words are also accompanied by Xia Lao's songs.
Studies and exams are all because of stupidity, and my eyes are alert.
Yong Zhejiang university
■ Text/Chen
Qingxi Fu 'an Camellia is red, while Danyang dyes the branches and leaves.
Lantian reflects water and willow is drunk, and Ziyun embraces swans.
In the past and present, young people were worried, and talents in the Ming Dynasty became more and more outstanding.
A hundred years of seeking truth will last forever, and a thousand years of calligraphy will turn to the forefront.
College elegance
■ Text/Chen Huifang
Danyang is warm, full of purple and gold, and books are sung by the lake.
Science and engineering study hard to climb Yunfeng, while people with literary thoughts dive into Qingxi.
Lantian is like water everywhere, which embodies the wisdom of Baisha Township.
The spirit of seeking truth is passed down from generation to generation, just like cypress trees are young.
The spirit of seeking truth is passed down from generation to generation, just like cypress trees are young.
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