Poetry about dormitories

The dormitory is only the size of a palm, but it makes me feel the warmth of home all the time. What are the poems about dormitories? The following is a modern poem describing the dormitory that I compiled for you, hoping to help you.

Modern Poetry Describing Dormitories Part I: Big Trees Behind Dormitories

There are rows of trees behind the dormitory building.

A row of tall poplars with lush foliage.

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Form a row of natural green umbrellas

Leaves rustle when the wind blows.

Like the dense rain outside the window.

The crowd under the umbrella

Or play cards or games.

Accompanied by children's innocent play

An old man with a white beard dozed off under the tree.

I was stunned by the playfulness of my great-grandson.

The story in the dream was scattered all over the floor.

Occasionally, the sound of erhu came from the tree.

It was an old man's sad "two springs reflecting the moon"

Running through his fingertips is reminiscent of the blind A Bing.

There are also music treasures that have not been taken away because of A Bing's death

Bird's nests of all sizes.

Like a small pot sitting on a tree.

You can see it from upstairs.

The innocence of a bird shaking its mouth.

There are also busy big birds.

Suddenly one day,

The harsh voice of the chainsaw sounded.

A big tree fell down.

Two birds and three trees have fallen down one after another, and have not tasted the taste of soaring.

Under the battered tree, their parents are wandering and crying.

The sound of chainsaws is mixed up again

The more tragic cry of birds.

A row of big trees fell sadly.

Never hear the melody of leaves again.

Never see the warm scene under the tree again.

I can't smell the refreshing fragrance anymore

Disappeared together

That kind of green mentality

Two years later.

Where the tree fell.

Standing in a row of matchbox-like tall buildings

Stick out the head of the matchbox

Far less lovely than the bird's head in the tree.

Modern Poetry Describing Dormitories Part II

Life is like a flute blowing leisurely.

The past is like honey, savoring the taste.

Three big and four big that year.

There is a lot of confusion about family and career.

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Who will Jimmy's poems and paintings be given to?

Read, laugh, dream and think hard.

Makeup that competes with the sun

Modern Poetry Describing Dormitories Part III: Dormitory Songs

Cell phone shock

Keyboard tapping

Late at night

Get up before dawn and eat after dusk-diligent.

Don't be a taste in your heart.

Four years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Finger pointing

A white boy, so to speak.

It can be said that parents' eyes are wet.

On the mobile phone.

Before defending and killing the enemy's computer

Idle away/waste/dawdle away

Fail or return.

If we forget our original dream.

sadder

Why not change this level?

Take advantage of youth.

To guide my husband first!

library

Practice stage

It's your choice.

classroom

basketball court

Go ahead and stay.

Calligraphy club

unite

May you be intoxicated.

Modern Poetry Describing Dormitories Part IV: Dormitories

This is just a temporary residence.

Come to the edge of life

search

Come to this simple space

Look forward to coming and going.

It's the dullness and noise here.

Come to the edge of Wang Yang.

come

At some point, I have to dress up on the day of departure.

Just passing through

No return.

calmly

Come or just come?

Go quietly when you go.

Like a flock of flying pigeons

The cry of three or two orioles.

Too many voices are discovered too late.

And And

Like a southern swallow that has been sprouting all winter.

The whole season is looking for warmth.

Start (a disease)

This warm little finch and warbler nest food.

We simply believe and naturally help each other.

This is a dull world.

There seems to be no sound, but there can be shallow dependence.

We can meet at the end of the world without reunion.

It turns out that this is a comedy.

One by one, we are drawn to our hearts.

To start this powerful prelude and great journey.

We are still the perfect moment here.

It brings a bright smile and unique features to the vibrant garden.

This is a rich city.

We walked hand in hand in an ordinary area.

Come to this warm and lucky area.

Text/Yu Zhu