I like reading three poems on campus.

Spring is the best on campus, and the campus is full of vitality. In this season, the hearts of boys and girls are like a green grass, which inadvertently turns the whole sky green! I like campus poetry. What is the reading? Below, I arranged my love campus poetry recitation for your reference.

I love campus poetry reading 0 1 Song Jie, the window of the campus.

In the silent campus,

There is a small window.

This window,

Sail to the sun,

But it was covered by blue and purple curtains.

Attached to his gaze.

Teenagers,

Sad eyes,

By the window.

Lost,

Open the curtains,

Look out the window.

however

The days are short,

Can't stand being sad all day.

He also tried to forget,

Gaze,

Only occasionally when my heart is cold,

Push open the window,

sunbath

Warm sunshine.

I love campus poetry reading 02 "Campus Morning Melody" Author: Flying Camel

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.

I love campus poetry recitation 03 "Green Campus Tour" Author: Ode to Joy

Youqing boulevard

Have my leisure and poetry.

Swimming in the blue sky

Sleep on the grass ridge

The sound of sound waves, this book

The song lingers in the heart of the cloud.

Open your heart to the heat of light.

Swimming in the natural wind

Butterfly language of love

Like a quiet spring in ancient times

Buds full of red beans

A fragrant fragrance flows through.

The great image of the shadow of tall bushes

Marble climbing is beautiful.

The wings of ideological pursuit

The infinite gold of truth

There is a garden in full of green in Haruka.

Wandering like morning dew.

In the hearts of young boys and girls