College Student Poetry of the Eighties

The red lights and wine green, the harmonious commotion, do not belong here.

It's not a derivative that is attached to each other.

A corner of the city, or a corner of the city, the walls of the four corners are wrapped into another world.

The lonely street lights came on.

The flowing light, the reddish dark incense, floated wantonly in the air, boiling with the sound of reading.

A vacant land, the shadow of a building, the vast distance holding hands majestic, creeping souls, hibernating.

After many years, the mind broke through the earth from its small body and became a towering tree, looking proudly over the wilderness and looking up at the sky.

And now, the swaying leaves outside the window, stung by the light and shadow, are temporarily rolled, in order to escape the damage, but also to accumulate energy.

The lights of the third watch are fluttering, and the dark night is pregnant with starlight, but before spring, the grass and trees will not germinate.

The beginning and end of everything have nothing to do with the glitz and wine.

In the long run'On the night road, whoever walks non-stop can go into the distance.

The spring of the campus is like a delicate stamen, and the flowers that wake up from sleep spit out their fragrance.

The long hibernation has accumulated energy and made the campus in spring breathe of life.

The summer on campus, like a blooming flower, has been washed by a thunderstorm and become stronger.

The spring rain is like a girl, caring for the flowers, so that the summer campus has a jumping note.

The autumn of the campus is like a ripe fruit, harvesting ripe fruits, and happiness echoing on the campus.

The wind and rain have made this flower go through ups and downs, and the campus in autumn has a sweet smile.

Although the winter on campus is not as tender as spring, although it is not as cheerful as summer, and although it is not as sweet as autumn, it has a quiet atmosphere.

This long break can allow the flowers to bloom again next year.

With enthusiasm, I walked into the door of the volunteer school, and I sprinkled my sincere smile all over the beautiful campus.

You see, you see, the flowers blooming on the campus are the cradle of my childhood memories, which is the fragrance of my alma mater.

Listen, listen, the ballad sung by the birds is a familiar teaching to my ears, and it is the pride of my teacher.

Oh, beautiful campus, I want to sow the seeds of knowledge and decorate your bright tomorrow.

Knowledge is infinite. Live to old age.

Learn to be old. Every attitude of living in poverty is a kind of learning.

If you want to make your life better.

It's about learning.

Learn to behave in a way.

For everyone who has just stepped into college.

Maybe it's going to be a lot of hope at first.

Yearning. It doesn't feel as full of urgency as it was in high school.

Instead, I feel more free.

The idea of things in the town goes on over time.

Their ideas change over time.

Not really. Universities need to strengthen their self-discipline.

Have a good habit of self-directed learning.

You need to have the courage to express yourself.

Sociable. Lay the foundation for entering the society in the future.

In fact, a university is a small society.

In this social circle.

Each of us should have a good attitude towards life.

Treat everyone and everything with a good attitude.

Keep learning from the things that are broken.

Soak up the essence. In order to have a stronger ability to respond to changes in the larger society.

Be at ease.

Improvise.