Chapter 1: The summer of graduation from Poetry University was 20 17.
Walk into No.30 Xueyuan Road
leave
Four degrees in spring and autumn.
Ginkgo road is yellow-green.
Green and yellow.
Sparks from leaves
Have you bloomed for me?
Nuit d'orage
Wet begonia
Dating at Ximen Pavilion
The bursts of lilacs
The sun sets.
Golden stadium
It smells of earth.
I used to sweat here.
Early times
I'm lost.
then
Just passing by.
I haven't had time to study it carefully.
See you later.
Years later
Are there footprints here?
See you again.
No.30 Xueyuan Road
See you again.
The place that carries my four years of youth.
See you again.
Dear University of Science and Technology Beijing
Chapter 2: 20 17 Poems of University Graduation We set sail from here and went to a very far place.
How can we forget yesterday when we move towards tomorrow?
Looking back yesterday, that lush day.
There is already green and fragrance.
What's more, it's a brief encounter.
That magnificent treasure.
Today we shed tears. That's not sadness.
It is singing. We broke up today.
That's not lost
This is a treasure! ! ! ! !
Chapter 3: Poetry 20 17 Graduated from University.
The alarm clock no longer plays the birds' morning songs.
All the books beside the bed have been moved away.
Never again? A pillow for two?
In the dream, she can leave without attachments.
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Have breakfast and lunch together.
Finally, I can live up to the lunch box that has been dug up.
Dark circles are erased from now on.
Gave me the most beautiful face.
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Boys are singing more and more hoarse.
Girls are getting more and more sad when they write poems.
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Mancheng misty rain
I shook the chain of time.
I saw your sad eyes again.
In June, you arrived as promised.
Your gray clothes cover the sunset glow on the horizon.
This is a season of cherry blossoms.
The sky in June is sometimes clear and cloudy in Wan Li.
This is the time to wave goodbye.
What remains unchanged is your smiling face with tears.
What passed away was a light cloud and a light wind.
This is an instant freeze-frame picture.
In September, this familiar campus must be busy again.
At this time four years ago, we set foot on this strange land with great expectation.
Open your backpack and spread out your new life before your eyes.
We of the same age, in the same campus, are experiencing similar growth.
In the alternation of the end point and the starting point,
Will the publicity of happiness in those memories evoke similar memories for you and me?
Since then,
Began the most glorious period of life, began the most conscious frivolous years.
Since then,
I began to understand the light of the subject, began to approach my dreams, and began to deal with life alone.
Since then,
The story is repeated between summer and autumn.
Just like a stage play with no ending, the plot has not changed, the scene has not changed, and the protagonist has become us.
Maybe, on graduation day, we will be like every day for four years.
Walk out of the school gate along the familiar route.
However, when we cross the threshold, we will no longer be a member here.
This time, we are not going to buy a box lunch, surf the Internet in a nearby Internet cafe, and go to class sleepily.
This time, we will solemnly bid farewell to this place where I was three years younger.
Do you remember? Unforgettable military training
The summer heat in September has not faded, and the scorching sun has not gradually extinguished, and the tense atmosphere has come.
In the face of heavy housework, maybe we have complained.
In the face of iron rules and discipline, maybe we protested.
In the face of the instructor's strict teaching, maybe we have grievances.
But when we play music in cool summer.
When we got the ranking in the final inspection.
Didn't you cheer?
Vaguely remember
Freshman life is orange.
Too many new lives come to me, fresh and bright, warm and nervous.
The orange memory is full of strange fantasies.
Imagine walking on a tree-lined road after the rain and meeting that beautiful girl on the road.
I didn't understand the distance between ideal and reality until my foot stepped into the threshold of university.
There is no rainy tree-lined road, and there is no way to meet beautiful girls
We are like this land, rich and colorful, but a little desolate.
However, tenacious life can always attract the attention of discovery, and dark clouds can't stop my yearning for the future.
So I look for hope from disappointment and know the direction from confusion. What I can't sleep is the last moment of getting up early and running.
What we can't walk is the strewn at random steps of Mingde Building.
What is lacking is the crowded seats in the canteen.
What I can't catch is the eight o'clock bell in the comprehensive building.
So we pursue satisfaction in ordinary life.
Find your own little happiness in a quiet life.
I'm glad to catch up with the teacher and call the roll on the floor.
Luckily, I borrowed the last one from the library.
It was so exciting that I was almost late for class.
I am glad to find that beloved "he" on campus.
Freshman life is very busy, attending classes, eating and sleeping.
Vaguely remember
Sophomore life is green.
Youth shows the vitality of life here.
It is as vigorous as long grass, approaching reality little by little with dreams.
We have long been used to the silence of the library when others are still fighting in the game.
At every sunrise and sunset, we begin to understand the university.
You tried your best on the football field, but you shed a man's first tear.
When I failed the first time, I begged the teacher for leniency, but I heard earnest words.
How much brotherhood and sisterhood did a sleeping party bring together?
How many times have you shown the honor of team spirit in a sports competition?
How many outstanding people have been shown in the debates again and again?
How much strong, affectionate, sad and joyful sweat has been soaked in the annual orientation meeting?
Sophomore, we are still running around the classroom, dormitory and library diligently.
We gained knowledge, courage, friendship and love.
Vaguely remember
Life in junior year is blue.
We calm down from the confusion and understand how far we are from the future.
And to make a choice, postgraduate entrance examination or work?
Everything related to this decision is constantly changing.
There are fewer people taking courses, fewer people attending classes, and everyone is busy for their future;
The former student union and community officers have now become elders.
The surrounding noise gradually decreased and life began to become quiet.
Today, I am walking on the road of institutions of higher learning, stroking the pulse of time.
The footsteps of the goddess of parting are near, and they are near again.
Memories count slowly, and the past comes to mind.
Now, maybe tomorrow.
Close friends, brothers and sisters, a flower, a plant, a bee and a butterfly on campus.
Will leave us.
However, many years later, when you are free.
Do you think of your brothers and sisters who used to watch bloom with you?
When you succeed, will you remember that you were trained as an adult?
Lead you to a wonderful life on the university campus when you are white-haired.
Can you catch a spray in the ocean of friendship to reflect the rosy clouds recalling the past?
Are you leaving or not?
On the night of graduation dinner, I couldn't tell your smiling face from your tears.
Your warm palms are patting our shoulders among the flowers.
Sad as an old man over and over again, but pretending to wave smartly.
Farewell, today's journey to towards the distant, at the moment of holding hands and looking at each other with tears.
After all, I have to leave something else behind.
However, we are sad for leaving, but we won't cry.
We miss our alma mater, but we will not stop.
Because our dreams are brewing here and our wisdom is honed here.
Because here we have exercised our will and strengthened our confidence.
Because it inspires our enthusiasm and gives us a stage to show.
Because it enriches our minds and releases our youth.
Three 365s.
We will never forget the teacher, the gardener who worked hard for our growth.
We will never forget our friends and accompany our friendship day and night.
We will never forget the Political Department, which has given us a temple of knowledge and strength.
We will never forget Jining University, which will be the imprint of our life.
In June, we will travel far away and bid farewell to this beautiful era with deep attachment to the university and infinite expectation for the future.
In June, we will leave, with more than 1000 days and nights of precipitation, to accept the baptism of wind and rain.
Goodbye, my loveliest classmate.
Goodbye, dear teacher.
Goodbye, dearest alma mater.