2. The origin of Wu Da; Author: Dongdong
3. Metaphor about youth; Author: Liang Hua
4. April day on campus; Author: Liu Lin
5. Beautiful campus; Author: anonymous
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1, Walking through the windy campus together by Sang Hua
Walk through the windy campus together
Have you ever heard of Lang Lang reading?
The echo of the ancient corridor
Brittle and long
Walk through the windy campus together
Have you ever seen a vigorous figure?
On the grassy playground
Fly like an eagle
Walk through the windy campus together
Have you ever smelled the faint fragrance of osmanthus?
On the winding path
Rich and fragrant
Walk through the windy campus together
Have you ever thought about that bright smiling face?
In the warm and bright classroom
Flying like rosy clouds.
Walk through the windy campus together
Still the same as before.
I hope neither you nor I have forgotten.
Cherish this best time.
2. What is the origin of Wu Da? Author: Dongdong
I don't know if it is fate.
Or is there something dominating my god?
Across more than half of China.
Looking for the cloud dream that the yellow crane has been haunting.
Zepan is full of the sound of reading.
Chu Ci has never stopped looking forward to it for two thousand years.
Not just for my gentle and graceful night.
Not just for a busy day.
If it weren't for the harassment of Lake Yiyi from time to time,
I must imitate your singing like a cigarette.
Because nothing can resist.
Love surging like the Yangtze River.
Facing the uncertain moon
You walk in the gentle evening breeze.
Put a string of carefully crafted words
Decorate it as a shining star on the East Lake.
All the steps are translated into English.
It seems that every word contains deep speculation.
I still remember the path of Luojia Mountain.
Eyes that shed tears all the way.
You moved to a whole mountain city.
Let almost every student who has seen you fall in love with you.
Only geniuses are born to love.
Willing to be the first victim in your love.
You are a lonely girl.
Cheating nights often forget the coming dawn.
I made a reservation after I was twenty-two.
And those street lamps that must accompany me.
3. Metaphor about youth? Author: Liang Hua
A white horse came to my youth.
Qingqing campus
In the early summer morning light
There is only a light blue and slightly brighter outline around.
A real white horse
Walk suddenly
The white body sets off the sky blue.
The mane between the necks.
Gently catch the flying wind
An eye is just a look.
Scared in an instant.
And all the specious promises
So suddenly.
As if the gods were inadvertently lost.
Suddenly disappeared.
As if the gods had just passed through here.
Qingqing campus
In the early summer morning light
It's just a light blue, slightly bright outline around.
My youth has a white horse.
Really been here.
4. April day on campus? Author: Liu Lin
April
Go away quietly.
After the rain in Mao Mao came back,
Save a seat, Fang Fei.
Good morning, April,
Quiet campus.
Pieces of bauhinia petals,
Don't kiss the branches,
Floating on the shoulders,
Hold it gently with your fingers,
Dewdrops are crystal clear,
Love is alive.
Dizzy,
Soft.
Heart to heart,
It's a pity,
a sigh ...
Walking around the campus,
Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
A quiet and beautiful,
Yining ranxin
Jasper pond rippled,
The dream is beautiful.
Look before you leap,
Let time stand still,
Let beauty freeze,
Look before you leap,
On an April day in Shu Ya,
Indulge in wheat straw
Hold that hand warmly ...
Good evening, April,
The sunset was defiled.
Caiyun,
Print a red smile,
Happy Xi Haifeng caresses,
The flowers are fragrant,
An elegant,
How interesting,
A beautiful blessing,
Between the sky and the night.
The sky,
Quiet and far away,
Thought,
Galloping between heaven and earth.
April
Can you let me melt into your deep warmth?
April
Can you invite me to dance and sing softly in my beautiful dream?
5. Beautiful campus Author: anonymous
Studying and living on campus
It is a kind of happiness and beauty in itself.
The grass probe brings out the fragrance of the earth.
Bauhinia is covered with purple.
The weeping willow branches are swaying in the spring dance.
Magnolia gives off a faint fragrance.
Even if the flowers fall.
Can only take away all your sadness.
The rest of the fruit grows happily.
Even if the leaves are yellow
I can only thank autumn.
Autumn goes to winter to give birth to the next dream.
Full of vigor and vitality.
The sound of books echoes in my ears.
With young children.
life
Always full of the breath of spring.
Beautiful and happy.
In my spring, my campus.