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.
Become a towering tree, look 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 spring.
The beginning and end of everything has nothing to do with the feast.
On the long night road, whoever keeps walking will be able to go to towards the distant.
Modern poetry on campus of college students II. 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.
Summer on campus,
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 3 on Campus of College Students is full of enthusiasm,
Walking into the door of a teaching school,
I put away my sincere smile,
All over the beautiful campus.
You see, you see,
Flowers in full bloom on campus,
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,
Beautiful campus,
I want to sow the seeds of knowledge,
Dress up your beautiful tomorrow.