A prose poem about campus: the crisp and pleasant cicada singing outside the campus book window
A school that broke the dull and busy silence of summer.
A warm breeze brushed my cheek.
I lie prone on the wooden table.
Looking at the grass and trees outside.
Shujushang
A lively grey sparrow is looking at me innocently at the moment.
It never talks.
But I seem to understand its inner joy and joy.
Facing the empty classroom
I feel this unique laziness.
Slightly closed his sleeping eyes.
be intoxicated
Everything is fresh and natural.
The students sat at their desks, listening to every word of the teacher.
Only the sound of careful and trivial page turning.
Noisy noise.
Quiet classroom under bright sunshine rendering
It is also particularly dazzling and moving.
I glanced through the textbook.
The sweet and pleasant taste between the lines.
In a flash, it became an infinite motivation full of curiosity.
Guide me to keep moving towards the goal ahead.
The bell rang suddenly.
I gradually woke up from my dream.
The memory is a little clear.
The light is still so warm and sultry
I heard a commotion downstairs.
My heart suddenly brightened a lot.
Campus Prose Poetry II: Campus Spring Scenery? Cherry blossoms, like I said.
She has no steps.
Came quietly.
Don't leave me the slightest concern.
Like a passing girl
Left a fragrance and poetry.
No way, the viewer picked up the phone and fixed her beauty.
Like a girl in a white skirt.
Tie a white flower in your head.
The spring breeze gently fluttered her beautiful skirt.
She took off her skirt shyly.
She is the only bright spot in the green space.
Because of beauty
Nobody killed her.
Can't bear to
Yes, I am one of her fans, too.
Prose poem 3 on campus: Campus eulogizes a handful of wet soil, and the nose of the nose is full of fresh flowers and plants.
Everything is brand new,
Your beauty is as delicate as a newborn baby.
Walking into the darkness, there is an unknown terrible feeling at your feet.
Everything is lost,
Your beauty is as selfless as a silent street lamp.
You, Xiandu Middle School
A campus located outside the hustle and bustle but not lacking in joy;
A brand-new but hopeful campus;
Seemingly isolated but not outdated campus;
Your obscurity is the most beautiful when the fog gently covers you in the morning.
When the morning light breaks through the clouds and slowly shines on you, your golden color is the most beautiful.