The first one has a modern poem about graduation.
We have an agreement.
We agreed not to cry after graduation.
Your tears
It will confuse me.
Once friendship
Over time,
And gradually forget
Promise me
Don't cry after graduation
Don't let tear drops
Let it last forever.
Hidden in my heart
We agreed not to cry after graduation.
Your tears
Will make me feel sorry.
Once intimate
As the distance goes away.
And cease to exist.
Promise me
Don't cry after graduation
Don't let sadness fill your heart.
Let it last forever.
Hidden in my heart
We agreed not to cry after graduation.
Don't let my tears
Fade at the moment
The second chapter has a modern poem about graduation.
Sunshine,
Through the downpour,
Hit him in the face.
It smells damp,
Like my heart,
Don't know what to say.
Think of good words,
Keep it in your heart.
Deep blessing,
Have a nice trip,
Worth a thousand words.
Familiar street corner,
Draw a line.
Leaving profligate teenagers behind,
Dot a mature face.
The sadness in my heart,
Pour out tears,
In the corner of my eye,
Youth is bitter.
The third chapter is a modern poem about graduation.
Towering buildings,
Go to a strange road.
I'm afraid of being in a hurry,
Afraid of waking up the campus dream.
There was a dead silence,
This is not the temperature I want.
Long and narrow years,
Changed the scene,
Everything is a shadow.
A straight cloister,
Numbers in twos and threes,
Time to break ground.
Dare not touch black and white keys,
The voice is so lonely,
Can't sing,
The joys and sorrows of youth are inseparable from singing.
The fourth chapter is a modern poem about graduation.
After graduation, we live the same life. This is not just rhetoric in an ivory tower.
Not the comfort of spending time with lovers.
No dreams of yesterday.
We have stepped into the real reality.
Not completely protecting our wings.
We are trying to build our own paradise.
After graduation, we live the same life.
That's not loneliness with tears.
Don't be left alone.
Without the warmth of a roommate.
We live in the corner of a big city.
Without the teacher's careful guidance.
We can't escape the hidden rules of superiors and subordinates.
After graduation, we live the same life.
That's not the easiest job to do.
Nor is it the innocence that is silently preached.
Without the femininity of childhood.
Learning deeply has become a rule of the game that I will not admit.
There is no sunny weekend.
Grassroots and exercise are our nameplates.
It's not just the fragile school love that experiences difficulties or dies.
The mind is also a leaf in the storm of life.
Direction of road extension
It has become our painful thinking.
Once the oath was a little pale and crazy with the wind.
Some strong ones have blossomed.
Sow the seeds of hope
Tomorrow is the fastest growing land in the world.
Sweating now.
The future must be gorgeous!
Our life today
Not wandering and falling.
We must have enough tomorrow.