Ancient poems about campus life 1. Ancient poems about campus life
Four seasons songs on campus
Golden campus
We came noisily.
Young mind
Full of infinite expectations
The world in plain clothes
We let off steam.
Passionate feelings
The colorful life of radiation
Green campus
Those ignorant teenagers
Publicize the glory of life
Appreciate the infinity of knowledge
Hot campus
Those young faces
Full of knowledge
Looking forward to the new school year
Four seasons campus
Every year is more colorful.
at once
We have grown up.
therefore
With the joy of growing up
We left silently.
2. Seek poems describing campus life, quickly.
The school playground is very popular
Men and women meet and walk together.
Speaking of sleeping late at night
I still have to say goodbye.
The food in the school cafeteria is very poor.
Rice is dry and straight,
I hope to leave the school building on Sunday.
Talk in a small restaurant.
The school dormitory lights out early,
The telephone is ringing loudly.
Not easy to fall asleep,
Love words haunt my ears.
There are so many school clubs,
It's good to join a club.
Make friends to increase happiness.
Have sex with someone in the dark
Attached:
Campus four seasons songs (because I don't know what you do with them)
Golden campus
We came noisily.
Young mind
Full of infinite expectations
The world in plain clothes
We let off steam.
Passionate feelings
The colorful life of radiation
Green campus
Those ignorant teenagers
Publicize the glory of life
Appreciate the infinity of knowledge
Hot campus
Those young faces
Full of knowledge
Looking forward to the new school year
Four seasons campus
Every year is more colorful.
at once
We have grown up.
therefore
With the joy of growing up
We left silently.
On pure and fertile land
It breeds our hope for tomorrow.
We are eager to be an eagle in the future.
Soar above the sky
it's you
Let my life have a good start.
it's you
Aroused my curiosity.
it's you
Help me become useful and help me fly.
You taught me.
Give someone flowers, leave a lingering fragrance in your hand.
You taught me.
Increase people's smiles and make their hearts happy.
today
I want to put the most beautiful flowers.
today
I want to put the sweetest smile
give you
My dearest school
A monument that will always stand in my heart.
On a main road,
I remember there was a primary school auditorium.
There is the sound of reading in the morning.
Lang Lang:
Everyone is a real pillar.
Despite the storm,
Soaring in all directions.
Now I look at my hometown in tears,
Vast:
When will I tell you my heart?
3. Poetry about "Campus Life" (12 or more)
The first time I met lilacs in a campus poem, a tree with white flowers surged in front of me, so I asked what kind of flower it was. The friend replied, "This is lilac".
Is this lilac? Is this the bitter clove lamented by the poet in Yuxiang? I marvel at my ignorance, and even more at how charming this white flower can be. Indulge in the campus garden with friends and enjoy the scenery of flowers in full bloom.
Begonia, Rosa davurica, Crataegus pinnatifida, Paeonia suffruticosa and Paeonia lactiflora compete for beauty. Only the whiteness and purity of lavender are particularly attractive ... A friend pointed to lilac and said, "Have you smelled her carefully?" I shook my head. I thought that every flower is fragrant, let alone a clove.
Pull out a flap and put it in front of your nose. "It tastes bitter," I said. My friend laughed and said, "Lilacs have bitter fragrance. Can't I afford it?" I am speechless.
Savoring my friend's words carefully, I think of the poem I read, and seem to understand why the poet in Yuxiang wrote the bitterness and beauty of acacia with cloves so touching and intriguing. It also seems to understand a truth: people are happy when they are in pain. We just seek happiness in suffering and turn suffering into happiness, writing and all walks of life.
What did you say?/Sorry? The golden tunnel is next to the dormitory and canteen forever, and it is full of winter jasmine. The yellow Lei Huang is colorful around us: the flowers slanting out of the road are like an extended eaves, under which we all bow when we come and go.
This is really like a golden tunnel. Isn't it? Dormitory is where we study and rest; What about the canteen? The canteen is like an oil return station of life.
How many stories can you tell by walking back and forth six times a day on this road ... If life is a silent struggle, then we must fight against nature, the objective environment and ourselves. When we come here to study, we have to face not only textbooks, but also a series of problems, as well as various tests of family, children, the elderly and our age.
As parents and children, our responsibilities and the role of life make us not only consider our studies, but also other things that we can't care about. Difficult, it seems just a square character that is not easy to write, but how difficult it is, only when you are in it, will you understand.
Unfortunately, quite a few of us are wandering in this golden tunnel. They regard sleeping and eating as the top priority in life, and come and go like walking dead. Is it easy to live like this? All production and life may be carried out in pain.
It should be said that the struggle between man and time is a cruel struggle. Although there is no sword and shadow in this struggle, there is no blood dripping. However, lost time will never be recovered.
Everything that wants to be quiet and comfortable is actually to escape difficulties. Only brave people can face life squarely and face life.
No matter how difficult the future is, as long as we cherish the present, there will be a future. Golden tunnel, the runway in my memory! The tung tree in front of the window is flush with the window. Last autumn, it covered with green leaves to shelter us from the wind and rain, and we felt its friendship very much.
No wonder, in the cold of winter, I stood at the window on the fourth floor, worried that snow would crush its branches. However, after several snows, it still stands high in front of our window. When spring comes, its branches change from gray to purple.
One day, I actually found snow-clear buds on its branches. In a few days, they suddenly bloomed and formed lavender clouds. Tung flowers are so chic, and there are strings of flowers on the bare branches, which are exquisite and elegant.
Standing at the window and looking at the beauty of the flowers scattered on the branches is really like reading a poem, which is full of interest. Probably only tung trees bloom first and then grow leaves. Plums don't shed their leaves, and figs don't bloom. Tung oil tree is unique in that it blooms first and leaves are exposed from its branches after flowering.
We often say: "Red flowers with green leaves", the beauty of tung flowers does not need any embellishment. Just like a noble personality, pure, simple and different.
Tung flower is not only elegant, but also has a pioneering spirit without hesitation. Its spirit comes from the strong trunk of the tung tree and its stalwart body.
Tung tree, the tung tree in front of my window. Willow on the wall There is a curved willow on the high wall, swaying in the wind, which worries me for a long time.
Every time I walk through this wall, I feel that my life is oppressed by willows and walls. I wonder how willows grow here. A closer look reveals its secret. It turned out that a short rain trough stretched out from the root of the willow tree. Over the years, the sink has rotted and broken, and the rain has flowed down, just passing through the roots of willow trees.
Because of the wall and water, this willow tree grows day by day. Looking at this willow tree, I suddenly understood that everything has its cause and its fruit. The existence of this willow tree is a miracle, and it also contains some truth.
But I am convinced that this willow will not grow into a big tree after all. Although it can flow so smartly in the wall, how much can it endure? 2 Campus Poetry So, I thought of an aesthetic problem, pure art, its vitality will not last long, and art for art's sake can only enter a dead end. Only when art is rooted in the earth and fertile soil can there be lush scenery. It is raining cats and dogs. Walking in the rain must be poetic, right? However, we live very tired, and we don't always have leisure and elegance. We walk in the garden in the rain, even if we don't care about our own state of mind, don't we consider other people's eyes? It's raining on campus today, but we must go for a walk. Although the rain is fierce and the raindrops are urgent, the green trees washed by the rain are so green that they are really worth appreciating.
There is no umbrella, no rain gear, my hair is wet, my thin shirt is soaked, and the footsteps of walking aggravate the urgency of the rain. The raindrops jumping on the lawn are constantly changing, and the fresh veins make people feel that the world is really happy.
The rain kept falling, and many beads of rain were strung on the branches, and the buds fell one after another. Unfortunately. The first rain of this new year washed away the residual dust of a winter and knocked down countless budding new cuisines.
Without this rain, many new buds will grow, but without this rain, no new buds will grow. This is the law of nature. It seems a bit wrong to comment on rain utilitarianism.
How can everything be perfect? No matter how good things are, no one will achieve the final satisfaction. Wishful thinking sometimes inevitably hurts each other.
4. Seek poems describing campus life, quickly.
Miss Qiu quietly walked into our campus and made our campus more beautiful and charming with her magic pen.
When I entered the school gate, the first thing I saw was a tall and straight banyan tree. The leaves of some banyan trees turned yellow after being trimmed by autumn girls. A cool autumn wind blew and the leaves fell one after another. Some of them dance like butterflies. Some fly like birds; Others spin like flying saucers. There are countless air roots hanging on the branches, like permed hair, like the beard of "grandpa" of banyan tree. This banyan tree really looks like a huge guardian, guarding our beautiful and charming campus day and night.
Go east along the cement road and you come to a big lawn. The grass on the lawn is no longer as green as in spring, but gradually turns yellow and becomes more fluffy and soft. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the grass smiled and danced happily. Some stretch out their arms, some bend over and touch the ground, some swing from side to side, just like slim girls dancing and playing games.
There is a small forest across the lawn. There are two thin-leaved banyan trees. The leaves of Ficus tenuifolia are yellow-green and very beautiful. The branches of Ficus tenuifolia are getting drier and drier, criss-crossing and dense, like a big umbrella made of yellow-green cloth. There is a straight pine and cypress behind Ficus tenuifolia. The leaves of pine and cypress are still flourishing. Looking west, you can see two mango trees. Now the mango tree is gone. There's nothing. A breeze seems to be waving to us, bidding farewell to summer, waiting for another summer's farewell, waiting for another summer's arrival.
The most beautiful and charming thing on campus is the small garden. As soon as we entered the small garden, we felt as if we were in the world of plants and the paradise of animals. The path paved on the ground and the orchids around the path seem to welcome us. There are many plants on both sides of the path. There are bright red azaleas, fragrant jasmine flowers, beautiful and lovely Chinese rose flowers, fiery red maple trees and charming weeping willows ... these plants seem to show their beauty one after another. Blue is ... beautiful. Chrysanthemums in the garden are very lively, some are like silver needles, some are like silver whiskers, some are like curved crescent moons, and some are like festive fireworks ... It's really varied. I leaned down and smelled the flowers, and a faint fragrance suddenly penetrated into my heart and spleen. In the middle of the garden is a pool with water lilies, and purple lotus flowers have appeared gracefully. A beautiful "rooster" proudly walks in the grass; There are two "little pandas" eating bamboo in the small bamboo forest; The proud giraffe seems to say, "I am the tallest animal in the world". The "long-armed monkey" looked at us in fear, as if afraid that we would steal its favorite bananas; "The elephant waved its long nose, as if welcoming us to visit this beautiful little garden. These animals seem to be alive. The woodcarver is very good and can carve these animals to life. Ah! The campus in autumn is full of vitality, vigor, fun, confidence and hope. I love the campus in autumn.
5. Poems describing campus life
Composition 1
1
With the wishes of relatives and friends, with brand-new expectations, we bid farewell to the warm harbor of our home and walked into the warm and cold campus. All the flowers here bloom once a year, year after year.
A year's plan starts with spring. This is a sowing season, and Xue Hai in Shushan is the land where students work hard. This is a beautiful season, and young girls are scrambling to put on gorgeous clothes before spring. The beauty and vitality of their youth swayed under the campus sky, driving away the last chill in the chilly spring! This is also an affectionate season, and the campus is full of spring and vitality. In this season, the hearts of boys and girls are like a green grass, which inadvertently turns the whole sky green!
2
Sophora japonica blooms, and summer is here.
For every member of the campus, the pure and warm Sophora japonica never stingy with her moving beauty.
Summer campus, cool and quiet, is a pure land away from glitz and noise. Here, there is only the sound of reading, and there is no free and fresh breath of impurities. Of course, there are cicadas, orioles, wild roses and Chinese rose. This is a rare holy land and seclusion in downtown; But the restless thirst for knowledge is stronger than the rich fragrance of Sophora japonica!
This season, it is always easy to remind people of many past events, and many details in the past events are always related to Sophora japonica on campus. Some people say that the strings of Sophora japonica are wind chimes left by lovers, which opens our pure first love and affectionate youth. Perhaps, the meaning of Sophora japonica does not stop there. It may take us a lifetime to understand one thing!
three
This season, people always feel contradictory.
Some people say that this is the harvest season, and freshmen are stepping into the long-cherished university hall to reap the success and joy of hard work in the exam; Some people say that this is the season of parting, because at this time of year, a group of young students bid farewell to their dear teachers and friends one by one, leave school and open up another brand-new and unfamiliar world. Therefore, in this season, many people are always deliberately avoiding those sad poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, always drinking injured beer but pretending to be heroic.
In fact, this season is the most colorful and the closest to the reality of life. Because this season, we flinched and struggled; There is gathering and dispersion; There are forgetfulness and unforgettable memories. This is our college life, affectionate, mysterious, beautiful and pure!
four
The campus in winter always gives people a feeling of awe.
Ten years of cold window, ten years of grinding a sword. This is a test that every aspiring young man must pass. Real heroes often use their enthusiasm to penetrate the biting cold!
The wise man said: a real cold window breeds real hope. For heroic and withered young students, the wind and snow all over the sky are just youthful and chic poems; How can we freeze the endless thoughts and colorful dreams of youth in the nine days of freezing cold? What's more, the parcel mailed at home also carries the deep thoughts of parents and family, the encouragement and care of teachers and friends, and is the hot coal sent in time in the cold winter at the end of the year, burning with the warmth that you will never forget!
Therefore, even if the snow and ice are frozen and winter comes, I still like to walk around the campus, watch some snowflakes and write some warm and holy poems!
Composition 2
Middle school is an era of bright spring, and it is an era when the brilliance of poetry shines on life.
How can you not love poetry? Our youth is like a beautiful poem, and we are involuntary poets. Our hearts are full of fantasy, love, passion, desire to explore the world and enthusiasm to embrace life; We are eager to express our inner love and sincere passion, and let the fiery emotions burn into a raging flame; We have to prove that we have grown up and break through the warm nest that protects our growth, so we have to turn to poetry …
These are the poems chosen here. It is the most direct and true reflection of middle school students' spiritual world. There are articles expressing inner passion, depression, melancholy and longing, as well as music depicting the beauty of nature and expressing praise for nature. There are huge songs praising the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland, as well as arias depicting the face of hometown and expressing its deep affection; Some poems look back at the moment of history, and there is a faint candle of the soul at the junction of the past and the present; Some poems place a distant feeling between animals and still life; Spring is the most beautiful image in poetry, and golden autumn also makes poetry full of emotion. Through winter and summer, the little poet looks for the sentimental tone of the season and sings in the sad and joyful changes of life; These poems are beautiful, not because they are so mature and sophisticated in technique, nor because they are so profound in thought, but because they express the true heart, which will reveal a kind of purity of life even under a dark cloud.
Reading poetry is one of the best ways to cultivate emotions and enhance the ability of perception. The elegance and profundity of poetry can enrich our feelings; The agitation and heroism of poetry can also make our feelings bold and strong. Reading poetry is the best emotional education, and writing is the most important thing to express emotions. In this sense, if you don't read poetry, you will not only learn to appreciate the beauty of poetry, but also never write a beautiful article.