School is a place that bears our growing memory. What do you know about your college poetry writing? The following are my poems praising universities and schools. Welcome to read them for reference!

American school 1 full of enthusiasm.

Walking into the door of a teaching school,

I put away my sincere smile,

Beautiful school.

You see, you see,

The blooming flowers in the school,

Is the cradle of my childhood memories,

That's the smell of my alma mater.

Listen, listen,

Songs sung by birds,

This is a familiar teaching in my ear.

That's pride written by the teacher.

Oh,

It's beautiful. School,

I want to sow the seeds of knowledge,

Dress up your beautiful tomorrow.

The light and shadow of the school are red and wine green, and the harmonious commotion does not belong here.

Here it is not a subsidiary derivative.

A quiet corner, or a corner of the city,

The walls of the four corners are wrapped into another world.

Lonely street lamps are on.

The flowing reddish fragrance,

Floating freely in the air, boiling with the sound of reading.

A clearing, a shadow of a building,

In distant places, hand in hand with lofty, prostrate and dormant souls.

After many years, thoughts emerged from the small body.

It has become a towering tree, looking up at the wilderness and the sky.

Now, the swaying leaves outside the window,

Sting by light and shadow, temporarily tumbling,

In order to avoid injury and save energy.

Lights float in the middle of the night, and night breeds starlight.

It's just that vegetation won't germinate until warm spring.

The beginning and end of everything has nothing to do with the feast.

On the long night road, whoever can keep going will be able to go to towards the distant.

School tune 3 in the morning, you are like a warm and loving mother.

Keep calling me.

"Come on, baby"

So, I am early.

Can't wait to get into it

Your fragrant arms

In the sun, every inch of your skin

It exudes charming wisdom and vitality.

Surround me and infiltrate.

I am like a baby.

Suck greedily

This is sweeter than milk.

grow up healthy and strong

Looking forward to tomorrow's dream of going to heaven

In the sunset, you are reluctant to part.

Send away all the little angels

Gently open the quiet curtains.

Light a yellow halo light

Evening breeze, stars, moon and singing insects, please.

Dedicated to the gardener who worked hard all day.

Play a wonderful concerto.