Write poems about my campus life

Our campus.

On a pure fertile soil.

Nurturing our hope for tomorrow.

We aspire to become a strong eagle in the future.

Soar above the firmament.

You are the one who gave me a good start in my life.

It was you who aroused my thirst for knowledge.

It is you who help me become a talent and help me fly.

You taught me.

Give flowers to people, and leave a lingering fragrance in your hands.

You taught me.

Increase people with a smile and leave a happy heart.

Today I'm going to put the most beautiful flowers.

Today I want to put the sweetest smile.

Bestow on you my dearest school.

A monument that will always stand in my heart.

Paths on campus.

The paths of the campus always emerge in silent dreams.

It was the budding youth, the childish impulse, and the whispers in the promise that night.

Don't say you're lonely, just uncover the memories that have been sealed for a long time, and let that idyllic and dreamlike yesterday come back to life.

The path of the campus, your weeping face, write my eternal poems.

There is also your smile, which imprints how many of our unrepentant attachments.

The path of the campus is a shy fairy tale, carving out our watery youth.

Write about the joy that happens on campus! The beauty of memories! Lingering thoughts!

Like a spring breeze.

It was like a burst of autumn rain.

Unforgettable campus life is full of sweetness and warmth.

The innocent face is full of childishness.

The colorful perspective of the world sees through every pair of eyes.

Thrive under the five-star red flag.

Actively respond to the call of the motherland.

It is a pure land of the soul.

The seeds of the ideal are planted here.

Reality and dreams are sublimated here.

Unforgettable advice from the hard-working gardener.

The unforgettable sound of reading aloud echoes across the campus.

Unforgettable sincere friendship between classmates.

Unforgettable days and nights of hard study.

I will never forget the excitement and tears after the big exam.

Unforgettable, unforgettable every day of campus life ......

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

Every day on campus is full of bright smiles and wisps of sadness. Campus life is beautiful, the campus is like a sea of joy, the campus is like a fairy tale kingdom, where we can make our life colorful and beautiful, where we can enjoy the beauty of life, where there is my vision and yearning for the future, 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!

Campus life is like a piece of candy, making you sweeter and sweeter!

Campus life is like a cup of strong coffee, the more you taste, the more you taste!

Chapter 1: Poems about campus life

Passed, passed, missed, and we thought we had grown.

Finally, you can smile in tears or in pain.

Holding yourself high in the morning when the tide is undulating, wrapping yourself in the dark blue water, it turns out that you don't miss it, it turns out that everything is still remembered, and it turns out that you can't forget it if you don't swear it.

All the happy and sorrowful past, when I think of it, I am overwhelmed.

Zhang Yang's twitching body when he played the guitar, and the gentle voice when he raised his **, everything was still so clear.

It's always these two people who have been missing.

Even if the long youth ends, it still makes people infinitely nostalgic.

Holding the bleak time in two hands, the whereabouts of the two people along the back, the panic that can be concealed in two sentences, and the place that can be forgotten after two years.

It's just that no matter what kind of memory is fresh, youth still has white wings and flies away, and it doesn't care what we pray.

Time runs in the opposite direction, we can only grasp the fragments of the past, in the early morning when spring flowers bloom, in the afternoon when the summer rain roars, in the dusk when the autumn wind whimpers, and in the late night when the winter snow falls, the lonely aftertaste.

Chapter 2: Poems about campus life

On a pure fertile soil.

Nurturing our hope for tomorrow.

We aspire to become a strong eagle in the future.

Soar above the firmament.

It's you. It gave me a good start in my life.

It's you. It aroused my thirst for knowledge.

It's you. Help me grow, help me fly.

You taught me.

Give flowers to people, and leave a lingering fragrance in your hands.

You taught me.

Increase people with a smile and leave a happy heart.

Today. I'm going to put the most beautiful flowers.

Today. I'm going to put the sweetest smile.

Bestowed upon you. My dearest school.

A monument that will always stand in my heart.

Chapter 3: Poems about campus life

Like a spring breeze.

It was like a burst of autumn rain.

Unforgettable campus life is full of sweetness and warmth.

The innocent face is full of childishness.

The colorful perspective of the world sees through every pair of eyes.

Thrive under the five-star red flag.

Actively respond to the call of the motherland.

It is a pure land of the soul.

The seeds of the ideal are planted here.

Reality and fantasy are sublimated here.

Unforgettable advice from the hard-working gardener.

The sincere friendship between classmates is unforgettable.

Unforgettable days and nights of hard study.

I will never forget the joy and tears after the big exam.

Unforgettable, unforgettable every day of campus life ......

poems about campus life; Campus Morning Song.

Students study diligently in the morning.

The cold window is struggling to seek fame.

The sound of Lang Lang's book dyes the morning sun.

Bursts of running to train your bones.

Learn to fit and get fit.

Good reading in youth.

Strict self-discipline casts morality.

Energetic and knowledgeable.

Chapter 4: Poems about campus life

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

You see, you see, Leaky Bi.

The flowers blooming on the campus are the cradle of my childhood memories, which are the fragrance of my alma mater.

Listen, listen, the ballad sung by the birds is an education that I am familiar with, and it is the pride written by my teacher.

Oh, Peugeot's campus back-to-door example, I want to sow the seeds of knowledge and decorate your beautiful tomorrow.

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.

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.

That night was back on college campus.

But it's not as kind as it used to be.

It felt like something strange to us.

Less nostalgia.

On the side of the road on the side of the school building.

There is no longer the spring breeze that once passed.

and intoxicating spring nights.

The dim street lights are a little less soft.

A little more gloomy.

I thought about it carefully.

We hadn't been on campus for a few months.

There is a familiar classroom in front of me.

And the woods that have had countless morning readings.

But there is no familiar face.

Noisy street behind the dormitory.

It still hasn't changed.

Those familiar memories of the past are floating in front of me.

But when I think about it, it's so far away.

Walk around the campus along the road.

Didn't go to the familiar lake.

There used to be a lot of scenery here.

The years have disappeared into nostalgia.

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.