Ask for a modern poem describing the university campus?

Our dormitory is such a wonderful interpretation of rural life.

Let me tell you the details, and then who?

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The six men in the dormitory have different hobbies.

But they are also eager for girls.

Let me start with our respected boss.

This madman who calls himself a gifted scholar blasphemes poetry as he does now every day.

The second child is a Hebei prodigy.

Keeping slim makes women angry, and hard-earned money makes men waste.

The old man who has been used to eating chopped green onion cakes in Shandong for twenty years is very clever.

I fell in love with Yangling's bad habit and the steamed buns here.

Old four has always been the object that old two hates.

His image of Yang Yuhuan possessed Huang Ming in the Tang Dynasty.

Next, it's time to talk about our Chongqing bachelor.

He is the rich brother who plays games wonderfully.

I think this guy is getting along well recently.

I am very happy to spend time online with my cousin every day.

Pity our little brother in Inner Mongolia.

People are well-proportioned, but so far they have no wife.

We often sigh where justice lies.

It is also a mistake not to be handsome.

Well, who do you think is the talented person in our dormitory?

Everyone is red and expert, and loves the socialist motherland.

Six people are brothers and sisters.

Kenn northeast bone chi Chongqing hotpot

All-nighters are used to sitting in a row.

In this way, it is convenient for two people to have a table on QQ.

The legendary PK is really exciting.

Brothers swarmed in.

We remind each other to take care of ourselves and pay attention to rest.

So truancy has always been great.

Ah, who is that?

Do you have such like-minded brothers and friends?

Do you have such a gorgeous and decadent university and youth?

Do you know that we are not desperate, crazy or lost!

Second, "My Life"

Write a poem, drink a little wine and think about Nizi.

This is the whole content of my life.

But now all this will leave me.

Soul fatigue

Yu Di. I am determined to take a more leisurely pace and posture than the first two guys.

Put my sin on the sixth floor.

Ah, my poem

You haven't been lost in style, route and genre for so long.

Post-modern satire, distortion, spoken language and lower body are not yours.

You're clean, guarding a virgin you don't even want to keep.

Body. But what about this? Nobody gave you an eye.

Fall, fall, die.

There is no way forward.

This is undoubtedly more painful and humiliating than impotence.

Ah, my ideal

Why only when drunk and hazy?

I can clearly see your ambiguous face.

Who told me that there is a reward for giving? Stick to it and you will win.

Oh, reality, I hate school.

My wasted youth

My numb life

My ruined body

My fallen soul

Please allow me to secretly cry and repent.

Let me set foot on the mountain village, the crops and my parents.

See my despicable face clearly

Ah, my love

You don't know that I still love you.

You are the source of my impatience and madness.

It is also a panacea that makes me feel quiet and warm.

Love, you are so stingy with your tenderness.

Love is cold to me.

Death can end my melancholy.

Dear, death can't reduce my love for you.

If you climb a mountain, that bluebird hovering above your head will become my history in another world.

If you are close to the water and get the moon first, the pursuit of the twelve red fish will be my love poem written behind time.

Love, even if I die, I will smile.

Smile and watch you smash your life into a husband and children, dusk and sunset.

My life

Write a poem, drink a little wine and think about Nizi.

This is the whole content of my life.

But now all this will leave me.

The soul succumbs to the earth.

I'm determined to forge some memories, and I can do it even after I die.

aftertaste

Third, "in Yangling"

I am used to Yangling at night.

It's like I'm used to truancy and psychosexuality in my so-called poems.

I want to say that Yangling is a small jasper-only in this way.

I can find pleasure as a scholar.

Whenever night falls, I always walk on the tree-lined path of the school without hesitation.

I waited calmly and anxiously for the appearance of fox spirit in the series.

I believe there will be a classical romance in the end.

Occasionally, when I go to class, the wind always blows my skirts.

So some of my nasty ideas are inevitably discovered by my classmates.

They asked me, Brother Yao, will your love letter hurt that innocent girl again?

I laughed, but seriously argued that this was just an ordinary letter to my classmate.

But their mature thoughts penetrated all my secrets, making me unable to fight back.

So I carry my love back and forth every day, wandering in restaurants, Internet cafes and dormitories.

The classical romance I longed for never appeared. The result began to flash red.

Every time I face the test paper, I am at a loss. I am very happy and want to know why I failed, and I failed more than once.

Why did all my brothers and sisters meet in Internet cafes?

I still remember the slogan hanging high at the beginning of school: I am proud of my school today, and the school will be proud of me tomorrow.

I am in the Internet cafe today. I haven't decided where I will be tomorrow.

College is free. I can fall in love freely, drink or study online.

I can freely spend the money of my youth, or I can be shameless.

Who taught me to look and think calmly? Yangling is littered with our fragile passion?

Yangling has collected our despicable and pale souls?