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Poetry about college life
Dawn The dawn on campus comes the earliest, and the dawn scenery on campus is also the best. The earth is still sleeping, the night is not over, and there are already many people on campus. How many people are reading and reciting by the roadside, in front of the building and under the street lamp? Lang Lang's reading sound flutters gently in the Yuan Ye. Square, spring, the end of the road, how many people are pondering and thinking. The seeker fully spread his wings of thought. Gradually, the eastern sky turned into a fish-belly white. Gradually, the rosy clouds dyed the sky red ... Only those who leave early know when the dawn will come to the world; Only diligent people know that the harder you accumulate knowledge, the sweeter it will be. In the distance, the sound of cars changed the dynasty; Cloud, music. Is this announcing the beginning of a new day, or urging people to catch up with the early walkers? Yes, the dawn on campus comes the earliest, and the dawn scenery on campus is also the best! The sky outside the window gradually darkened; The night is getting deeper and deeper. Red tiles, white walls, green trees ... everything was swallowed up by darkness, and all her colors worth flying and showing off were lost. Only the window of the teaching building in the distance shines with charming eyes and attractive light, which is particularly transparent and dazzling. Through the bright window, I seem to see rows of young college students squatting on desks, quietly reviewing the lessons, textbooks, handouts, notes and homework of the day ... absorbed and thinking hard. Yes, a good harvest depends on hard work; If you want to flourish, you must have a deep foundation. Through the bright window, I seem to see groups of young college students, talking and laughing around the white-haired teacher, so kind and harmonious. The teacher's voice taught me, no, it was the milk of wisdom, which poured into my heart bit by bit. Through the bright window, I seem to see young college students in twos and threes discussing enthusiastically: what is the pursuit of life? How to make your own contribution in the new century? I seem to hear a sonorous voice: keep pace with the times, be an honest and upright citizen, do your best for the cause of socialism, and die. As the night deepens, the windows of the teaching building in the distance are brighter and more dazzling. What I see is not just bright lights, but a generation of outstanding talents and the shining future and future of the motherland. Take it. Thank you!