University Campus Poetry Reading (1)
My college
I am not Gorky.
My college is not a fantasy.
An ancient tree
There was a faint light flashing between the gaps.
Below is a straight cement road.
It also makes me wonder when to turn.
A paradise of dreams!
What is it like?
The wings of birds on the top of the tower
Was it my original dream?
University Campus Poetry Reading (2)
The dream starts here.
Meditate repeatedly before the college entrance examination.
When will the university dream come true?
I took an oath at my desk during the college entrance examination.
Accept the selection of the motherland with excellent results
Today my wish has finally come true.
Ah, the dream university campus.
Beautiful, elegant, lively and quiet.
Sometimes happiness is like the tide.
Sometimes it is as quiet as a temple.
Youth shines here.
Knowledge spreads here.
Here is the ideal flower.
Walking into campus is like
There are many beautiful paths winding.
A pair of search steps hurried forward.
A never-ending river is rushing.
A sailboat racing against the clock is competing for the first place.
A huge aircraft carrier rumbled.
Full of ideals, sail for glory and glory.
Walking into campus is like
A stove splashed with steel flowers.
A garden with green seedlings and red flowers
A high mountain twists and turns.
There are all kinds of goods in the supermarket.
Ah! My beautiful university campus
From then on, I made an oath.
I want to get exercise in this furnace.
I want to absorb the nutrients in the garden to my heart's content.
I want to swim in this turbulent ocean.
I want to be selected in this supermarket.
I know the ideal
Not a mythical dream, but
Burning flame
The silent call that flashed in the night sky
I will be very firm and brave.
Set sail for the ideal
I know, maybe on the way.
Wind and rain will tear the sails.
Bad waves will break the mast.
But I firmly believe
Is the backbone that will never stop playing.
What will never be torn is faith.
My boat
Will definitely break through the storm.
Go straight to the other side of the ideal
Ah, my beautiful university campus.
I am a freshman.
I am a young eagle.
I am a proud petrel
Fly to beauty
March towards glory
Dreams start here.
The other side of the ideal
This is the source of my dream.
University Campus Poetry Reading (3)
University dream
Author: The sea is not wide.
That is, from one side of the ship to the other.
Junior high school is a colorful piece of paper.
I have your records.
How many stories are tired?
The pen tip lightly touches the circle of paper marks.
What's left is the faint red ink in your hands and mine.
On the evergreen stage like you.
In my dream, you have always appeared before my eyes.
When I turned around, I was covered with thorns.
Your body is a trembling pen.
Will disappear on the golden windowsill again.
How many times?
I want to cry more than talk.
Quietly open the temper of teenagers
Before I get close to your gentle comfort
Take off my fake skin.
The sea is not wide.
That is, from one side of the ship to the other.
The university dream is not far away.
That is, from the east of the years to the tomb of Hexi.
However, you are a flower that never fades in my world.
Perched in your dream
The game is on my Four Seasons Flowers and Bones.
I need a little courage from you and me.
Open a successful flower