What are some of the poems we are familiar with adapted from campus songs?

I guess it's a campus song adapted from poetry.

Your topic evokes my memories, mine, carrying memories of the past. Our future depends on hard work!

After all, the cold window has come out, and it has been built into another school building. On the day of the book gift and the book, it is difficult to cut off the sorrow. Farewell, my campus life. What nostalgia!

Teacher's Day (self-created).

Spicy] spicy sweet and sour mortal taste, diligent placed in the intimate door of the industry.

In the garden, the peach and plum report the spring, and the clove incense is grateful to the students' tears.

Section] Fake preparation is often concerned, day after day to urge Huafa, fast] will teach and solve doubts, and enjoy stepping on the podium in it.

Say goodbye to your alma mater (self-created).

Inch] golden time flicks of the fingers, grass] wood has affection for the barren mountains.

Reward] good results shade willows, Hui] reflect the color of the clouds embedded in the clouds.

Xueye Xiaocheng played a song, and the child was a little happy in the sound of the rules.

Heart] is about to go with gratitude, and I hope that the teacher can understand the pipa language.

Thanksgiving (self-created).

The red is hidden in the peak marks, and the bonus depends on the flower breeder.

The peach and plum garden is full of spring, don't forget the gardener's poor heart.

High school (self-created).

x x high school new space, a gentle autumn breeze in September.

Thousands of days of sweat and willows, and reunite with classmates to laugh and talk.

High school graduation is a gift to classmates (self-created).

Friendship] middle-aged cold pine plum bamboo, friendship] love is difficult to break with the king's journey.

Long] will be remembered in the hearts of classmates.

Storage] on the ice heart of the jade pot.

At the end of the college entrance examination, it will be given to a friend (created by myself).

When you use it, you hate few books, and it is difficult to find them elsewhere.

Gift] volume of the book thing day, words] laughter and good wishes.

Friendship] middle-aged cold pine plum bamboo, friendship] love is difficult to break with the king's journey.

Long] will be remembered in the hearts of classmates.

Storage] on the ice heart of the jade pot.

Winter vacation primary and secondary school classmates gathering (self-created).

The wind flutters and the pear blossoms dance, and the butterflies in the bushes are endless.

Peers walk in the snow to find plum blossoms, and friends live in the world.

Those things are the memories that are diffused with the cloth, the armpits of the original name of the name, and the lap of the mother.

In the early morning, dressed in the glow.

Walk along the grassy paths of the campus.

In the slight, every bit is shining slightly.

This is our campus, and it carries countless of us full of dreams.

Enterprising and youthful madness.

It is the yearning of the heart, the paradise of dreams, and the dream worth pursuing.

Here is written love, written kindness.

It is packed with our infinite admiration.

Fearless of the confusion and melancholy of the past.

Capture the dawn of the unhurried jujube alone.

Dreams are only silhouettes.

Hope is already on the way.

In the early morning, dressed in the glow.

Running on the road to meet the judgment and catch the splendor.

Be brave and let your dreams fly.

Smiling and looking forward to soaring.

Embrace our one-of-a-kind splendor.

I wrote it when I was a freshman in high school, I didn't have any internal revelation and dismantling, but it was more rhyming, and the teacher gave me an A

Where the morning sun rises, the singing is loud, and the ideals of the students are unrestrained with the singing, accompanied by the ten-year cold window, accompanied by the flowers.

The fragrance of the buds The place where the morning sun rises The peach blossoms bloom The sweat of the gardener watered the colorful campus is an ideal hometown Carrying the eagle in the flight Flying to the brilliant distance Flying to the incomparable brilliance,

In the early morning, dressed in the glow.

Walk along the grassy paths of the campus.

In the slight, every bit is shining slightly.

This is our campus, and it carries countless of us full of dreams.

Enterprising and youthful madness.

It is the yearning of the heart, the paradise of dreams, and the dream worth pursuing.

Here is written love, written kindness.

It is packed with our infinite admiration.

Fearless of the confusion and melancholy of the past.

Capture the dawn of the future alone.

Dreams are only silhouettes.

Hope is already on the way.

In the early morning, dressed in the glow.

Running on the road to meet the splendor.

Be brave and let your dreams fly.

Smiling and looking forward to soaring.

Embrace our one-of-a-kind splendor.

I wrote it in my first year of high school, but it was more rhyming, and the teacher gave me an A