When the breeze gently blows up a small catkin; When the sun quietly shines golden light on the beautiful cherry tree; When the beautiful petals roll up in the air and then land gently, we are enjoying the romantic campus life happily.
In the morning, happy birds sang songs, accompanied us all the way through the path full of flowers and watched us walk into the campus. Eyes full of smiles. The sun shines on the bronze medal with the words "Yangzi No.1 Middle School Affiliated to Nanjing Normal University", and the soft morning light reflects on us. We accepted the light cheerfully and walked into the campus with vigor and vitality. On the way to the classroom, we can see beautiful fountains and pools, tall and straight locust books and trees every day. We often meet classmates or good friends from other classes, wave hands in a friendly way, pat the back in a friendly way, say hello in a friendly way, and maybe talk about what we have done recently.
Walk into the classroom full of morning light, put away your schoolbags and homework, take a long breath and start a day of study and life.
In class, we give full play to our talents, boldly express our original opinions and carefully remember the knowledge and points we want to understand. In order to make the birds cheer for us, the trees nod approvingly, the flowers fall in love with them, and the petals flying in the air are full of information of appreciation and hope ... We are working hard!
We like recess and ten minutes that allow us to play freely. We talk together to enhance our friendship and increase our precious spiritual wealth. We discuss problems together, improve each other's grades and make ourselves richer and wiser. Some of us leaned against the railing overlooking it. Some gathered on the promenade, talking and laughing; Some people are sitting under the "S" sculpture, basking in the sun and enjoying the most beautiful golden time.
We are integrated into the collective, and each class is a home. We live together day and night, hoping that our "home" will be outstanding. Therefore, we saw the momentum, momentum and invincible determination of every athlete in the sports meeting. We also saw a large group of cheerleaders cheering-some waving their arms, some jumping up and shouting, all cocky.
Now, we are smiling and walking on the tree-lined path on campus, sowing the happiest time. When we leave the campus, let's look back at the road we have traveled. I believe that we have many reluctant feelings; Have a plenty of pride in not wasting time; Have a plenty of longing for a better future! I believe that unforgettable campus life will be our best memory.
In that beautiful campus; ; ;
; ; ; ; ; ; Groups of friends are playing;
; ; ; ; ; ; In that beautiful campus,
; ; ; ; ; ; Blue waves rippled in the lake;
; ; ; ; ; ; In that beautiful campus,
; ; ; ; ; ; The bright red five-star red flag flutters in the wind;
; ; ; ; ; ; In that beautiful campus,
; ; ; ; ; ; ; The tall and straight plane trees cover the sky and the sun;
; ; ; ; ; ; ; In that beautiful campus,
; ; ; ; ; ; The teaching building is tall and majestic;
; ; ; ; ; ; Beautiful campus,
nbsp； ; ; ; ; It's beautiful,
; ; ; ; ; ; As if,
; ; ; ; ; ; ; Golden light shines!
Second, poetry writing about campus life.
I changed two songs of Li Bai before. Probably does not meet your requirements. I hope the sentences in it can help you.
Oh, but it's very high and dangerous! The mountain is high, and the high standard breaks the sky.
Students in the epicenter, why do you go to school disappointed?
Get up at half past six and watch the sun, moon and stars.
There is clear water in Xiqian school, and the students' tears are squeezed out drop by drop.
I finished my homework all my life, and then I walked on campus with tears in my eyes.
There are bats around the lights in the sky and evil spirits below.
I haven't heard the cock's song, but it's hard for tigers and leopards to open their eyes.
Learn to poop, and the wind will cover the sky.
Learn from the sea, learn from books, bury your head in the air and sit on your hands and complain.
The loving mother asked when she would return, and the wind was rustling and the water was sad.
But as soon as I heard about Bi Yi's school gate, I ran home crying.
I was also surprised to see the headmaster wearing the classroom and peeping at the back door.
The suffering of the epicenter, the words are hard to spit, and people are scared.
The duty difference is not enough, and the HD is upside down.
If the mid-term exam is noisy, the grade will win the thunder.
If you are bitter, people from afar will be ridiculous!
Moral education is magnificent, Cui Wei. Once you eat a card, you will suffer for thousands of years.
Defending the vertical man will eventually turn the wolf into a jackal.
Avoid this program in the morning and the fragrance at night.
Rob countless, hard to prevent!
Although it is fun to worship the scriptures, it is better to go home early.
Suffering from the epicenter, my words are hard to vomit, and I lean on the north to mourn.
The former is famous for its school, and there is no comparison between the sun and the moon.
As soon as you enter it, you will know that the golden jade is hollow.
The square has not yet been celebrated, and it is magnificent and spacious.
Lin, a private school of Confucius family, was shocked.
I was forced to see this joy by singing a beautiful song and recommending it to each other.
I didn't reply to the school and made a book statement.
Jingyuting, carrying a pot, listening to the rain, Jin Xuan, holding tea to welcome you.
Throw away the classics and the top ten beauties Qin.
Half singing and dancing, who will sing in the humble room?
Thousands of turns are laughter, and the warm wind makes people drunk.
The flag rings cold, and empty blood will sacrifice Qingming.
When all kinds of gases return to work, why should they be kept flat (all kinds of gases return to work yesterday, why should they stay tomorrow)
Take care of the past instead of losing the future.
Celebrate today and mourn tomorrow.
What's the point of studying in senior three? I can't wait to be obedient and fawn on you.
Is the world so poor? Two thousand alumni, one million dollars!
To celebrate the end of the Third Spring Festival, listening, speaking, reading and writing are always unintentional.
It's ruined, but it's just a matter of managing the world. The name goes to the name.
Earn talents, Harvard is full of blood.
Ten years to make tea in a cold window, three years to accompany guests.
Black socks and black clothes are tight, don't worry about me waking up, swans fly into the sparrow's heart.
The school didn't change its name because it ignored the heavy rules and regulations.
"3" My Campus Poetry
Alma mater, our other home;
Alma mater, the land where we grew up;
Alma mater, our sheltered harbor.
Alma mater, our eternal concern. ...
Five years, five years in my alma mater. ...
In the first grade, I was stunned by this beautiful campus;
When I was in the second grade, I was delighted with the honorary name change of the school;
In the third grade, I won the prize at school for the first time, and I was very happy;
In the fourth grade, I was very happy to participate in the donation to the disaster area;
When I was in the fifth grade, I was proud and proud of my alma mater!
Every autumn outing and spring outing, we are always in high spirits.
Every year in the sports meeting, we always struggle hard;
Holding hands every year, we always offer a love.
Alma mater! You taught us too much:
From simple Chinese pinyin to long composition;
From simple calculation to subordinate equation;
From 26 letters to fluent words ...
Alma mater!
I am worried and anxious for you;
I used to be proud of you.
Now, I want to say to you: thank you, alma mater!
Ah! Alma mater,
You are like a drop of water, nourishing my heart!
You are like a lamp, illuminating my heart!
You are like a tree, blocking the hot sun for me!
You're like a pen, writing bits and pieces for me!
Ah! Alma mater,
My dear alma mater,
Let me enjoy five and a half years of happiness!
Ah! I love this alma mater, and I love this beautiful, rich and happy alma mater!
A song dedicated to my alma mater
Five years ago, a group of innocent and lovely children came here.
That gloomy tree, that beautiful teaching building,
Let them admire, rejoice and be excited.
In a blink of an eye, five years passed.
Those children have grown tall and grown up, but they are going to graduate.
Used to be our child,
That beautiful place,
It's the alma mater where we walked together for five years.
Every grass, tree, brick and tile there,
They are full of the five years we spent together with our alma mater.
During the sports meeting, we run, jump and shout.
Cheer for our classmates!
Cheer for the winning classmates,
Encourage students who fail.
The catwalk was full of laughter and tears.
He witnessed us win the championship,
At the same time, he also saw our failure.
We celebrate, hug,
We also cry and comfort on it. ...
During the spring outing and autumn outing, we lined up and started from the playground.
Branches are sometimes swayed by the breeze.
They are blessing us: "Have a safe trip and have fun!" " "
In the morning, everyone came at a brisk pace.
Welcome a new day in the fresh air.
In the afternoon, everyone walked out of the campus with tired steps.
But I talked about what I saw and heard during the day with great interest.
When we look at this school carefully again,
I realized that she was so beautiful,
The green trees pinned their hopes,
Green and vibrant grass gives people strength and courage.
And those beautiful teaching buildings,
Is it the temple where we studied? ...
That once vivid picture is printed in my mind,
It will play like a movie when you think about it.
We have too many memories here,
I don't know, I will leave one day.
Five years passed quickly,
In these five years, you, my alma mater,
Ning let us learn a lot, know a lot,
We know that how many times we say "thank you" can't express our inner gratitude.
But our love is real,
We can only say to you:
"Alma mater, thank you!"
"Thinking" 20 17 My Campus My Poetry Composition Contest
Spring is the season when flowers bloom. There are pink peach blossoms, golden winter jasmine and snow-white pear blossoms, but I like cherry blossoms best.
Cherry blossoms are covered with branches, and there are more than a dozen flower balls on one branch, even the branches are bent. From a distance, it looks like a huge colored carpet, which is very beautiful. Close-up flowers are in the shape of a five-pointed star, with white flowers at the bottom and yellow flowers at the top, like a small bean sprout. When the wind blows, the flowers nod to passers-by. It has many colors such as white, pink and red. Look at this tree. It looks like a rich tree covered with silver, and the other tree looks like a little girl who has been dusted.
Cherry blossoms are not only for people to watch, but also have other functions, such as beauty and making tea. Cherry blossoms can also be used as skirts. What? Make a skirt? ! Yes, ingenious people can embroider petals on skirts one by one!
Ah, KINOMOTO SAKURA, you traded your life for human happiness, and I like you!
"Wu" Composes Campus Symphony
In the early morning, there was a little light rain in the sky. Students wearing bright red scarves, holding beautiful small umbrellas, happily stepped into the campus.
There are beautiful songs on the radio, and the birds sing along. A gust of wind blew through the bamboo forest, and the bamboo forest made a rustling sound from time to time.
When the bell rang, the campus suddenly became quiet. The sound of students reading came from the silent campus. The teacher is explaining the text emotionally.
"Ding Lingling ... Ding Lingling" The bell rang, the rain stopped, the campus suddenly became lively, and the laughter of the students resounded through the sky. A few birds are singing on the branches, and small dew drops slowly from the leaves, making a tick, tick sound. Together, these sounds are like a beautiful song.
The sound on campus is really wonderful. As long as you listen attentively, you will certainly hear it!
Lu Qiu's touching campus story.
father
I am like a seed, planted in the soil of father's love.
Get used to warm arms and don't want to grow up.
he said
Above the soil
There is the brightest sunshine.
So I accepted my father's expectation.
Get out of the soil and smell the flowers and plants.
One day, I had a dream described by youth.
Going to wander far away
he said
Don't forget what your mother looks like.
I let years steal his black hair.
I let time take away his health.
I let the dusk easily lengthen his back.
He silently tasted the hardships of life alone.
Watching my son grow up bit by bit is the best compensation.
There is no sadness of getting old to the end.
One day, I will give him a funeral.
At his grave,
sing
mother
I am a red bean, put it in my mother's heart.
She waited at the crossroads on a rainy night.
Through the rain curtain
I read her eyes.
Hold her right hand.
The cold is gone.
I wish I were a silkworm.
Eat her hidden sadness bit by bit.
I am self-righteous and mature.
Dig a gap yourself
Turn a blind eye to her loneliness sitting in a cane chair
I said I would travel far away.
With vicissitudes of pen and ink
Put the world on my paper and describe the possession of maternal love at will.
It was wrong of me to choose profligacy.
I came home exhausted.
Holding her porridge
Carefully swallow her wordless tenderness in one gulp.
Look at the wrinkles around her eyes.
Suddenly understand.
Her youth slipped away so quickly.
Like a thief who was scared by me
My birth was a conspiracy.
In a previous life, I think it must be my old enemy.
In this life, she is so haggard and emaciated to me.
Time is a cruel curse.
Brought her white hair and folds of life.
Finally, one day.
Trembling and touching my head.
Chose eternal silence.
mother
later ages/time
Be a mother and son
Then let me be your mother.
All the pain, all the mistakes, everything.
Let me bear it alone
"Qi" campus life is bittersweet, and the requirement is that the poem is 500 words urgent! ! !
In the early morning, breathing the fresh air with earthy breath and overlooking the green Shan Ye, I was absorbed in meditation. The endless sound of books infected my heart and made me feel the joyful atmosphere and vitality of campus life. This situation led me to wander about the bitterness and joy of campus life. Nowadays, many students are tired of learning. Hate study and school. They think that going to school is a hard job, and school life is not only bitter, but also bitter. In fact, it is not difficult to understand that campus life is not what they understand. Her beauty and sunshine are just that we don't feel it with our heart, and our life is happy. "The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold." It is true that studying is hard, but this cannot be the reason why we are tired of learning. The ancients said: "Jade is uncut, abrasive, and people are unlearned." School study is a stepping stone to our future. Only if we are willing to learn now can we become the most exquisite "works of art" and be appreciated and played with. Of course, there will inevitably be hardships and difficulties on the road to learning. We should be good at turning the pain of learning into happiness, which is the correct bitter optimism of learning. Isn't it cowardly to say that you are bitter in front of learning and hate learning? Isn't it naive and stupid to hate learning because of the pressure of learning? Because study is very hard, I think there is no sunshine and happiness in study and life. Isn't this ignorance? Because my grades are temporarily behind, I feel that reading is useless and lazy. This is self-destruction! Tired of learning is to escape, to escape their due responsibilities and obligations! Let's treat the bitterness and joy of learning correctly, be proactive, work hard, and jointly build a sunny campus to make our study life more pleasant, happy and sunny!
"Ba" campus, the poem composition in my heart.
Primary school, where I stayed for five years, is about to leave. Primary school time is almost over, looking back, it is also very short. Primary school is like a wonderful poem in my heart, writing happy memories of childhood.
I still remember the first time I stepped into a poetic campus. At first, I didn't want to go to school, so I wanted to play with my friends. At that time, I thought I could never play with my friends again, and I never had a happy time again. Now I know that I was wrong. Campus, what a beautiful place.
The hexagonal pavilion there, although the water is dry, is still so beautiful. Every part of the campus is so beautiful. In the teaching building, the first-grade children are jumping around as if they were children. They are still so familiar in my memory that they haven't changed at all. Every desk and chair that I touched seems to have its own mark. Happy memories ripple in my mind and never stop. Memories on campus are always so beautiful. I told my classmates about my worries and my happiness. Students listen to me, never complain, and are always so patient. Everyone has no secrets.
Feelings at this time are like waves and ripples on a calm lake. When it comes to campus, everyone will talk a lot. Why? Now, I understand that campus is a poem, and primary school is more precious.
People, always like that, don't know how to cherish until they are about to leave; I don't know its preciousness until I lose it. So do I. My childhood is about to be lost, and the happiness of the past is gone. Why is this? Is childhood that short?
Now I know the answer, childhood is only in primary school, and primary school is so beautiful, like a poem, that people don't want to go. But my childhood is over, and I'm leaving. I know that the more beautiful poem is middle school, but I am still so attached to my primary school childhood, that kind of happiness. ...
Campus, the poem in my heart; Primary school, the bright poem in my heart, the happiest poem.
Who has any poems or compositions about campus? Write less, poetry.
Campus refers to all kinds of scenery and buildings in the campus of a university, college or school; Any school's teaching land or living land can be called campus. I sorted out the campus poetry composition, hoping to help you.
Chapter 1: "Beautiful Campus"
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.
"Picking up" Composition Topic Campus Poetry Film
Ups and downs, day and night; Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls. Inadvertently, I experienced five years of primary school career.
I planted spring and harvested autumn; I used to study hard, laugh and chase, and sing a happy life March with a tender voice under the blue sky.
In the past five years, every laugh, every tear, every story, every experience and every touch have made me unforgettable.
In campus life, I feel the selfless dedication of the teacher, just like a piece of chalk turned to ashes for others, but I lived a three-dimensional life!
On the playground, every smiling face is engraved on each other. Students are chasing after each other in the ocean of knowledge, running freely like thousands of runaway wild horses, looking for their own goals.
Campus life is always so wonderful. Slowly, it gradually becomes an indispensable part of my life. It sometimes makes me smile; Sometimes crying faces meet; Sometimes melancholy; Sometimes happy.
Living on campus, I understand a truth: a person may not be as great as a historical monument, but he has to struggle all his life; A person can observe the world without the understanding of a wise man, but he should know how to love life and have it. Just as the spring breeze warms the grass; It is the Woods that give the birds a crisp cry; What gives us a happy life is an enterprising heart.
In campus life, I realized the sincerity of friendship: helping each other, giving timely help in the snow, and watering the heart of friendship with full blood.
Students, every day across the campus, who can see the campus has given us a happy life? She has gone through many vicissitudes only to bring us happiness and happiness.
In the remaining year of campus life, I will study hard, move forward bravely, make life smile and make life surge.