My Modern Poetry on Campus 1 Dream Back to Campus
When the morning sun rises in the east
We walked into Yancheng University for the Aged.
The temple is covered with golden sunlight.
My warm and harmonious campus
You built a golden bridge with smart construction with love.
Let the white-haired students continue their youthful campus dreams.
How do I remember the sunshine on campus?
Attachment to every classroom that returns to youth and spring.
I dreamed that I became a light butterfly.
Fly into every window of the classroom
Melodious piano music and cheerful songs make me linger.
Beautiful pictures exude the breath of youth.
A roll of elegant poems embodies deep feelings of alumni.
The quest for knowledge
It will be a landscape where students will never get old.
The breeze is blowing the blue grass.
The most beautiful thing is the sunset in Yancheng.
Dear teacher
You have trained countless students between waves.
Your dedication kindled the hope of the white-haired man.
The seeds you planted.
Peach blossoms and plum blossoms are everywhere.
My Campus Modern Poetry 2 Dear Campus
Four years ago, we threw ourselves into your arms.
Quiet, warm,
Like a mother's arms
Dear campus
You have given us a beautiful environment.
Arranged the best teacher
Let us seedlings absorb the nectar of knowledge.
Dear campus
Green in the sun
Not grass, but life.
Sow on the earth
be full of hopes
Gradually we grew up.
Became a fourth-grade pupil
Wisteria in the corner of campus
Weave our dreams
Among the green leaves and purple flowers
We sketch the reverie of teenagers.
Dear campus
Paste it into my wonderful life picture.
Dear teacher
You worked hard for us.
She was sweating profusely.
Water our seedlings.
Expect us to grow into towering trees.
Chunhua is fruitful.
The rain turned into a clear sky.
In the harvest season, we walked into Hualin, a happy place, shouldering the responsibility of "future pillars".
In the harvest season, we swim in the ocean of knowledge-Hualin, weaving dreams with teachers.
We feel the sincere friendship between our classmates.
Feel your growth.
In this vast sky, we bravely pursue our dreams.
I fell down, and a pair of warm hands lifted me up and rekindled the fire of faith.
Injured, sincere smiling face will heal my wounds and let me pick up hope again.
Our campus
Green trees surround birds and flowers.
Our campus
The book is loud and the song is flying.
This is a paradise for us to study.
This is the cradle of our growth.
listen to
In music class, our songs are as beautiful as larks.
You see
On the playground, our posture flies like butterflies.
In art class and calligraphy class, we enjoyed the rich ink painting and the richness of painters.
In chess class and ball class, we experienced the shock of competition and struggle.
The warm sunshine shines on the campus.
Sprinkle it on our delicate faces.
The spring of the art festival warms people's hearts.
Enthusiasm surged in my chest.
The earth is the stage, spreading the vast space and time.
Sunlight is the string, playing a high-pitched movement.
This is a burning note, jumping with good wishes.
Ah! Dear campus
You taught us to be human.
Teach us to care.
No matter where I go in the future
I will never erase my love for you!
My Campus Modern Poetry 3 University Campus
Spring on campus,
Like delicate stamens,
Wake up flowers and spit out fragrance.
Hibernate for a long time, save energy,
Let the campus in spring have the breath of life.
Campus summer vacation,
Like a blooming flower,
After a thunderstorm, I became stronger.
Spring rain is like a girl, caring for flowers.
Let the summer campus have jumping notes.
Autumn on campus,
Like a ripe fruit,
Harvest ripe fruits, and happiness reverberates in the campus.
The wind and rain made this flower go through ups and downs.
Let the campus in autumn have a sweet smile.
Winter on campus,
Although not as gentle as spring,
Although not as pleasant as summer,
Although not as sweet as autumn,
But there is an atmosphere of peace.
This long rest can make the flowers bloom again next year.
Modern Poetry in My Campus 4 Campus Spring
The wind blows
Those pruned osmanthus trees have sprouted new buds.
A group of naughty children
Habitually beat the table tennis table with chopsticks.
Like a sweet pipa played by an adult.
An old grandmother who sends her grandchildren to school.
I seem to have dressed up at home.
They leaned on crutches against the school gate that had been tanned by the morning sun.
The warmer you are, the warmer your heart will be.
Occasionally, they will look up at the flying national flag with muddy eyes.
A female teacher wearing a purple scarf or a red scarf
Smile with the blooming buds of winter jasmine.
They don't care about the sparrows chirping overhead.
I just want to talk with my hair and the warm morning breeze.
Sisters' faces are filled with intoxicating smiles for a long time.
Some male teachers
It's too late to shave off the beard under the face and cheeks.
Such as Li Kui jy, Zhang Fei and Tengger singer singers.
Playing basketball with children on the court.
Their laughter shocked Dongxiang and gathered into a stirring Haruka.
I stared at the mountains not far away.
Want to know whether the scenery of Chongyang Pavilion is still the same?
Going back to Miaojiang, the old willow is still swaying?
I miss the years when I used to wear a red scarf. Is it water under the bridge?
At this time, the bell for class rings with the loud morning bell.