Seek out campus love poems with the background of Writing Poems for You .

I'm on campus, so I should be a campus love poem, hehe.

On the dark night, I broke my heart, chose the saddest thought to connect the blood pieces, and then punched the left pupil, grinded the right eye, and finally used the amethyst tears that were budding three times and reincarnated several times to form this eternal ornament of longing.

I threw it up into the lonely night sky, where an amber meteor pierced the firmament, and no fairy could erase its brilliance, and all life would envy its eternity.

I take it off and hang it on your brow with my own hands against the background of the morning glow, you know, as long as you are happy, I don't care about the hollowness of my eyes or the eternal loneliness in the darkness.

【Winter Campus】

Early in the morning after a hazy fog.

The warm sun of the first upper mountain decorates the monotonous branches.

More hospitable and busier than ever.

The withered figure of the weeping willow on the side of the road swayed in the wind.

Sprinkle the crystal water droplets on Chongde Lake.

The sound of teasing was softly there.

This winter corner of the campus is rippling.

The cold wind is heated by the warm sun.

The number of passers-by on the campus trails is showing signs of decreasing.

The grass next to the Faculty of Arts is lying or sitting in twos and threes.

Answered my questions.

This winter campus is a bit lonely and empty.

The guitar sings with his girlfriend by his side.

But there is a burst of warmth and fragrance.

I love flowers, I love grass, I love green saplings are not true, I pick grass, do not break branches and do not shake, flowers and trees are friends, we must protect them. The school is our big family, and we all need to protect it. Protect well.

If there is no old age.

Bai Division. Suppose the grass is left without nectar.

Then it will never enjoy the joy of never being able to grow a dao.

Suppose there are no stars in the sky.

Then people have the right to lose the navigation beacon to point to.

Suppose there is no gardener in the garden.

Then it is nothing more than a barren land.

Let's say we don't have teachers.

So, so what will happen.

The teacher is sweet nectar.

She makes the grass thrive.

Teachers are shining stars.

She showed us the way.

Teachers are hardworking gardeners.

She turned barren land into beautiful gardens.

Suppose, if there is no teacher.

There is no such thing as us now.

Teacher: You have conceived us with luscious and prosperous milk.

You have moistened us with your hard work.

Xi Murong's "Youth".

All endings have been written.

All the tears have also been set off.

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning.

On that old summer day that never returns.

No matter how hard I try to pursue it.

The young you are only like a cloud shadow.

And your smiling face is very shallow, very light.

Gradually disappearing into the group of Lan after sunset.

Then he turned the yellowed title page.

Fate bound it extremely poorly.

With tears in my eyes, I read and read again.

But I have to admit it.

Youth is a book that is too hasty.

Winter Campus] Early morning After a hazy fog.

The warm sun of the first upper mountain decorates the monotonous branches.

More hospitable and busier than ever.

The withered figure of the weeping willow on the side of the road swayed in the wind.

Sprinkle the crystal water droplets on Chongde Lake.

The sound of teasing was softly there.

This winter corner of the campus is rippling.

The cold wind is heated by the warm sun.

The number of passers-by on the campus trails is showing signs of decreasing.

The grass next to the Faculty of Arts is lying or sitting in twos and threes.

Answered my questions.

This winter campus is a bit lonely and empty.

The guitar sings with his girlfriend by his side.

But there is a burst of warmth and fragrance.

Happiness through the broken curtainsThe sound of the bell at two o'clock in the morning, the hoarseness, the shadow of the deeper night, the shadow reclining, the deeper loneliness, the twilight, the pipe, the smell of rice and the full soybeans, the wind, the moon, the shadow of the mountains, the late planting of corn, the green shadow, the dew, the grass, the dream, the figure of the mother knitting the sweater, the figure of the father carrying the plow, holding the ox, the past proclaiming happiness in the dream—the shadow.

All the endings of Youth have been written.

All the tears have also been set off.

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning.

On that old summer day that never returns.

No matter how hard I try to pursue it.

The young you are only like a cloud shadow.

And your smiling face is very shallow, very light.

Gradually disappearing into the group of Lan after sunset.

Then he turned the yellowed title page.

Fate bound it extremely poorly.

With tears in my eyes, I read and read again.

But I have to admit it.

Youth is a book that is too hasty.

Xi Murong...

Seven Laws Campus Scene.

The green pine is tall and the bamboo leaves are green, and the shrubs are like green screens.

The Yinyin lawn is covered with a green carpet, and the flowers are full of flowers.

The branches make the wind sparse and oblique shadows, and the flowers reveal the bright flowers.

Because of the frequent care of teachers and students, flowers and trees are affectionate!

As a child, the campus.

Hanging high in the blue sky.

See her, hear her.

It's like hugging the stars in the sky, all of them.

My yearning. Enrolled, campus.

Squeezed into my heavy bag.

I love her and hate her.

It's like following a long stream that makes me happy.

Leaves me confused. Graduated, campus.

Grew on a large and lush tree.

Taste her, taste her.

It's like saying goodbye to a person who is in love for the first time, and it makes me too.

Dejected. Now, the campus is final.

Pasted into my wonderful picture of life.

No matter how close to her is, no matter how far away from her.

It's as if the sails of mature love are hoisted high, towards that.

The fiery sun is flying.