The composition on campus life is 400 words 1 Autumn is coming! Great changes have taken place in the campus: red maple leaves fall at the foot of the mother tree, and crickets sing happily on the grass. ...
The biggest change is the persimmon tree on our campus! Persimmon trees are covered with fruits, and mature fruits are covered with branches, just like small lanterns. I am very honored to be selected as a member of the school to pick persimmons.
Under the organization of the brigade, we happily came to the persimmon tree and listened to the introduction of Zhu, the brigade counselor. This persimmon tree has been growing for six years. It is so lush and fruitful under the care of the gatekeeper. Listen to the introduction. We think this fruit is hard-won, so we must carefully pick it and protect it.
Start picking fruit! I first hold the bottom of the persimmon with one hand and pull the persimmon root with the other. With a gentle force, the persimmon obediently ran into my hand. I look around with a persimmon, and I can't get enough of it. Time was running out, so I reluctantly put it in the box and began to get busy again.
After a while, we finally picked all the persimmons. Finally, we counted them together, a total of 139! But unfortunately, this persimmon tree is the only one in the school that bears fruit. I think: if all the fruit trees in our campus can be cared for and cared for, there may be a bumper harvest in the whole school this year!
I love autumn! I'm looking forward to a bumper harvest next autumn!
Campus life is the topic of the composition of 400 words and 2 words-the holy land I miss very much. Campus life is like a winding river, but behind the ups and downs, there is infinite beauty and happiness. Therefore, things at school often make me laugh. Open my hazy eyes, the dazzling sunshine shines into my eyes, and a new day's campus life begins again. What kind of interesting things will be waiting for me on campus today?
Ding Lingling, Ding Lingling has a class. This class is physical education class. Under the leadership of zhifei, a sports committee member, we went downstairs in neat rows and came to the playground happily.
"Stand at attention and be at ease!" Under the strong slogan of the PE teacher, we lined up. The teacher said, "In this class today, we mainly practice high jump." Then, Mr. Qin inserted two red iron bars in the bunker, carried a long bamboo pole and put it on the red iron bars. Zhifei looked at it contemptuously and called it "rubbish". Teacher Qin told me to jump first. Wow! What a sports Commissioner! He opened his arms and rushed to the bamboo pole. Like a wild goose flying high, he jumped over the bamboo pole smoothly, but he didn't coordinate well when crossing the pole. "bang!" Zhifei had a "close contact" with the bunker-he became an old man with gray hair and gray clothes and trousers! Everyone laughed me out of breath!
Then, Jiao Yuanhe jumped over the railing in a most standard posture; Li Yao "flew" over the bamboo pole like a petrel spreading its wings and flying. It's my turn soon, and my heart is pounding like a rabbit. "Next!" Oh, my God, the worst moment has come! I took a long breath, and all other thoughts were thrown out. I rushed to the bamboo pole, jumped hard, blare ... loud noise ... I fell down! What are you laughing at? There are worse things behind: some barely jump over bamboo poles like frogs; Some simply drill under the bamboo pole; Some even crossed the bamboo pole by crossing; Some directly abstain! Look! Our class is a master like a cloud!
The story on campus is like a string of golden bells, playing wonderful music, which makes us memorable.
The sound of "banging" is particularly beautiful in a quiet campus. I picked up my racket and walked to the table tennis table. There is no light, only some white dots jumping on the table. Many students were not affected by the lights, and they were still playing happily, but I also ran to play with them.
Next to this dark table, you must watch the ball carefully to hit the target accurately. I accidentally missed a ball. I walked to the place where the ball rolled. I kept staring at the ground and didn't pay attention. I hit my head against a telephone pole. "Ouch" I casually said, touched my head, and then casually looked for the ball. A female classmate present saw me and smiled slowly while covering her mouth. I picked up the ball and continued to play. I rowed hard, and the ball passed, but I turned several times and landed in a gorgeous posture. They all came running when they heard the noise. Then I laughed, and I even laughed myself sitting on the ground.
We laughed and played for dozens of minutes, and it was getting dark. Even the shadow of the ball is almost invisible. When we were ready to go back to the classroom and wait for the night repair, a security guard uncle opened the electric box, twisted it and suddenly the light came on. Originally opaque place, suddenly changed. Let's continue to fight, one goal, one goal for you and one goal for me, to outdo each other. After a long time, the school bell rang and we all went straight to the classroom with rackets. I started repairing it at night.
The maintenance at night was surprisingly quiet, so it took three hours. After the evening self-study, the students went straight to the dormitory. One of our talented singers sang a song in the dormitory. Although the song is not melodious, it can make people sleep peacefully. In this music, we packed our things and went to bed.
Campus life is like a gurgling stream, flowing happily, and there are certainly many stories in the classroom.
Rainbow comes from dark clouds, and sunshine always comes after the storm.
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The rings of time never stop turning, the wind blows, the leaves rustle, and the memories are quietly awakened.
Time ran aground on that day last year, and I walked on the campus path with the pain of failure. It's late autumn, the breeze is blowing, and a few yellow leaves are falling and scattered at will. I don't want to go back to the dormitory, for fear that my unsightly grades will attract the contempt and ridicule of my roommates. Wandering alone in a quiet path, advancing and retreating? Dilemma. Go to the bedroom door, "cat, you're back!" " "A gentle and eager greeting rang in my ear." Hurry up, the light will be turned off soon. "You said nothing about this achievement.
Lying in bed, looking up at the window, there were a few dark clouds floating in the dreary sky, and tears finally flowed out uncontrollably. When you see it, you say, "Cry, cry, and you'll be fine."
The next day, before dawn, roommates were still sleeping. You got up and took my hand: "Cat, let's take you somewhere." Remember that your palm is as warm and soft as a baby's skin. You took me to a large sunflower field outside the campus and told me that you like this plant that is steadfast in your dreams.
Yes, I saw them. In the soft soil, their roots are deeply embedded. They are absorbing nutrients and growing happily, just like us, absorbing knowledge and joy and growing painfully. Their poles are always straight, their disks are golden and always face the sun.
He turned to me and said, "I like the color of sunflower, which is full of movement and vitality." Especially it has enough courage to chase the sun. Failure is not terrible, what is terrible is that you dare not fail. " I looked at you and smiled.
"If the leaves of Kwai Wan are slanting, the sun will not return to the light, and the stakeholders will eventually become the market."
My dream is to touch all those who love me, give them courage, and let them dare to pursue rainbows after the storm. I sat by the window, thinking about the dream you had at that time.
Sunflower, a flower that smiles at the sun. It is persistent and firm with a smile. ...
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Hidden in Silence
Love to the depths, beyond words, leaving silent traces woven into a soft and delicate net, gathering the emotions scattere