Ask for Poetry Theme Our Campus Our Love 5

Comrade, Wen Shizhong, I advise you not to look for this thing.

Blazing campus.

We came laughing.

Bright eyes.

Filled with endless anticipation.

Noisy campus.

We let out the catharsis.

Fiery feelings.

Bloom the splendor of life.

Turquoise campus.

We are ignorant.

Publicize the brilliance of life.

Appreciate the limitless amount of knowledge.

Pleasant. Campus.

We're full of harvests.

Savor the mystery of knowledge.

Looking forward to the new school year.

Colorful campus.

We are all with each other.

Feel the camaraderie of your classmates.

I love – my campus.

I love you, unpretentious campus.

I love you, the first garden of the school that teaches and educates.

Under the camphor tree, the sound of reading aloud echoed for a while.

In that spacious playground, the figures of athletes were floating for a while.

The campus is a paradise for students to learn.

The campus, a time for friends to get together.

Although it is not a towering tree.

Entrenched.

It won't wilt.

Countless expansions.

As a kind of heartbeat.

It certainly doesn't stand still in the midst of hardship.

It's not always swinging in the old place.

A leaf conveys faith.

In the darkness of the night, in the desert, in all dreams.

Those who have feet go farther like mountains.

Those with wings fly higher like stars.

outside of space. Many flowers are whispering.

The original aphorism.

Thoughts in the early hours of the morning.

Stuck in a tangled ball of thread.

There is no escape. The sound of books on campus.

A ladder that casts dreams.

The unclear bird beats in the depths of the weeping willows.

Straight to express the melancholy of the knot.

It's been a long journey.

Tired me like a horse on an ancient road.

I searched among the flowers.

The bud of imagery.

The pomegranate tree smiled fiery red.

Those budding elves.

It's like a pair of expectant eyes.

My desk is cluttered.

Dusty manuscript paper.

Such as the resentful woman of the Song Dynasty.

Pretty good'Lying crookedly.

I'm lost and depressed.

A flying bird with a tenzhu is needed.

Lead or wake up.

The sky is full of the shyness of a girl.

The clouds began to be elegantly renovated.

There was a lot of light all around.

I faintly heard the clarion call to forge ahead.

Oil green on the avenue.

There is poetry in my leisure.

Swim in the blue sky.

Sleep on a grass ridge.

The sound of the book of sound waves.

The twist lingers in the center of the clouds.

Cheerful and glowing.

Swim in the natural wind.

The butterfly language of love honey.

It's like a spring in ancient times.

Sprouts full of red beans.

A fragrant fragrance.

A great statue standing tall in the shade of the bushes.

The essence of marble climbing.

Wings of thought pursuit.

The gold of the infinite truth.

The spring song of the green garden.

Morning dew is swimming.

The green hearts of boys and girls.

Buri Nai flies the light of dawn.

In the quiet of the campus, there is a small window.

The window, which opened to the sun, was obscured by a blue-purple curtain, connecting his gaze.

The young man, with sad eyes on the bent stool, was on the side of the window.

Confused, he opened the curtains and looked out into the window.

However, the days are short, and we can't afford to be sad all day.

He also tried to forget, staring, only occasionally when his heart was cold, pushing open the window and basking in the sun.

Warm sunshine.

With the silent falling leaves, the days are like flower petals, falling with the wind.

Every day on campus is full of bright smiles and wisps of sadness. Campus life is beautiful, and the campus is like a sea of joy, <>

The campus is like a fairytale kingdom, where our lives can be colorful and beautiful, where we can enjoy the beauty of life to the fullest, where there are my visions and yearning for the future, and where there are my memories of a better life.

On campus, there are spring ensembles, summer symphonies, autumn harvests, and winter snow dances.

The campus has taught us how to create, manage, and organize our lives.

I love campus life!

I like to wander in the world of books and experience the excitement of life; I like to have books to fill my inner sea; I like to walk in the ocean of knowledge to have a home for my heart. It was so familiar with that feeling, like I had been waiting for it for a long, long time, and at this moment, it came to me and flowed into my heart. Reading has become an indispensable part of my life; Reading books made me feel the wonder of books; Reading made me feel the joy of life; Reading has given me the true meaning of life.

Someone said: "Life is like a book, only by going deep into it and chewing it slowly can we appreciate the meaning of life and understand the wonderfulness of life." "The book, I turn page by page, that is my life is continuing; I read page by page, and I was so intoxicated by my taste that I was fascinated; I looked at it page by page, and it was my life that was constantly unfolding.

Life is like a play, virtual and real. The book expresses the plot and the real reproduction of life. Maybe that's the real life.

As Xu Zhimo wrote in his poem: "Gently I go, just as I come gently, I wave my sleeves and do not take away a cloud." "Life is like this, from the moment you fall to the ground, it is clothed in a layer of skin for you, and it is destined for you to work hard and struggle.

Is it a mediocre life, or a prosperous journey? Hold the wand in your hand. Books have accompanied me to grow up, and on the road of life, there have been hardships and setbacks, it is books that have taught me the truth of being a human being, and it is books that have pointed out the direction for me, so that I no longer hesitate on the road of life.

I owe it to me for giving me a taste of the breadth and depth of my knowledge and the mysteries of life. Sometimes, I feel like the book is like my sincere friend, and when I am lonely, I am warm to have it with me; When I was confused, I was glad to have its guidance. I'm used to spending time with books, and I enjoy the warmth of home.

It made me feel like a family when I was wandering away from home. I envy it, its world is wonderful, but I don't regret it, because I believe that with books, my life is also wonderful.

On a sunny day, breathing in the fresh air, I feel like it's also a new beginning.

Ah, campus.

Ah, I love you.

Ah, campus. Ah, you're so beautiful.

Ah, campus. Ah, you are my benefactor.

Ah, campus, I'm proud of you.

Love, on campus.

The night is still asleep, and the morning light is slightly dewed in the east.

Daystar blinked his fishy eyes.

The horn to get up blew softly.

Afraid to break the silence of the night.

We quietly dressed and washed.

Morning exercises and morning recitations are accompanied by dawn.

Started the day's plan to study in the morning.

Thoughts through history in the classroom.

Wise philosophies in the classroom.

Meticulous logic in the workbook.

We were bathed in the rain and dew of the division commander.

We bloom on campus.

We are growing up vigorous and energetic.

We are the pillars of our country's future.

The green lawn sang our cheerful play.

The fragrant flowers are our gift to the teacher.

The athletic posture on the sports field shows our pride.

The vows at the lecture are the miracles we are about to create, and we sing our colorful ideals with songs.

Our pride is brewing here.

Our ambition rises from here.

When the stars say goodbye to us wearily.

Lying under the covers with a load of harvest.

We are maturing day by day.

Here we have knowledge.

Here we understand the truth of being a human being.

We are no longer ignorant teenagers.

The sun shines brightly and is synonymous with us.

We will lead the way in the 21st century.

Today we are toddlers here.

We have fertile soil for schools.

We have countless solid roots.

A solid foundation has been forged.

Various posts in the construction of the motherland in the Ming Dynasty.

It will be everywhere the camaraderie of our dedication.

We are proud, we are proud.

I love our school.

Love every ray of sunshine and every inch of land here.

Love all the kind eyes here.

Love every word of encouragement that warms my heart here.

I love our school.

Love every gardener who nurtures us here.

Love every ripple here that crosses the river.

I love our school.

Love the blood here, the glory here.

Love the uplifting community here.

Love every one in this community is pure in heart.

I love our school.

Confess loudly to the world.

We love you every day and night for 10,000 years.

Xiao Tong's golden color.

Several times collapsed. Orchid smiles.

Reversing the lost idleness.

When remembering and thinking.

Gradually forgetting. Some good wishes.

Gradually become clear. The distance between thoughts and thoughts.

**Song of Autumn.

Moonlight autumn yellow. Leak all over the body.

A slightly sad frustration.

It also tore apart the vicissitudes of the soul.

I can only do that.

It's the moon that holds me.

Sonorous with wishes.