A poem about spring in university campus 1. A poem describing campus spring.

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!

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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!

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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!

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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!

2. Words describing the campus in spring

Words: the sound of books is loud and lively, and the weeping willow avenue is extraordinary.

You chase after me, talking and laughing, the environment is elegant and fragrant, and the scenery is charming.

Strive for progress, grow sturdily, live and exult in groups of three or five.

Full of vitality, full of vitality, bright spring and sunshine.

Spring is coming, the earth is coming, the world is coming, spring is coming, spring is coming back, the earth is warm, and the earth has become ice and snow.

Sentence: Spring makes the earth look brand-new, gives all love to our school, gives us joy and hope, and urges us to make progress.

There are four charming seasons on campus: pink spring, lush summer, autumn with fragrant maple and chrysanthemum, and winter with green and white.

The past four dilapidated school buildings have disappeared, brand-new classrooms and conference rooms stand in barrier-like walls, and small and exquisite reception rooms guard the west side of the gate.

Spring is coming! Look, the melting ice water woke up the stream. "Ding Dong Ding Dong", like a magical singer of nature, is singing crisp and sweet songs and rushing forward. ...

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3. What are the poems about campus spring?

Spring rally >

Just after winter,

Some are unexpectedly eager to believe in each other's flowers,

Trying to catch up with the spring rally,

For fear of being late,

Grass willow was also reported in advance.

The annual spring rally,

Who wants to miss it?

Swallows whisper,

It's Miss Chun's messenger,

Vilen put on a new green dress.

The earth is bathed in spring,

Everything is full of vitality.

The branches of the winter jasmine are covered with yellow buds.

Shake your head gently with the breeze. Poetry about spring.

Morning glory Hua Teng is crawling around the rope.

The little green leaves at the top of the vine didn't open at all.

It's like a hand trying to catch something.

Miss Chun came to the river.

Put a furry green blanket on the river bank,

Wildflowers are dotted,

Yellow, pink, white, red and purple.

Open in the green grass.

A flock of birds are chirping,

They're nesting,

The cry seems to say:

Spring is coming! Spring is coming!

Write an ancient poem about campus spring scenery.

Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran)

In the spring morning, I woke up easily.

Birds are singing everywhere around me.

But now I remember that night, that storm,

How many fallen flowers are there?

Ancient poems describing spring

Liu Yong (He)

Jasper dressed up as a tree,

Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.

I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Ancient poems describing spring

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu)

Good rain knows its correct time;

When spring comes.

The wind blows its mouth at night;

Moisturize things silently.

Dark clouds filled the wild lane;

The fire of a river boat is unique.

Dawn sees saturated red;

Flowers weigh heavily on Jinguan City.

Ancient poems describing spring

Guanniaoxi (Wang Wei)

When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,

The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.

The moon is full of surprises,

It rings in the spring stream.

Ancient poems describing spring

Qingming (Du Mu)

It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Pedestrians on the road want to die.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant?

The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Ancient poems describing spring

Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi)

The world in April is full of beauty,

Peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

I hate that spring is nowhere to be found,

I don't know how it got like this.

Ancient poems describing spring

Late spring (Han Yu)

The grass knows that spring will come back soon.

All kinds of red and purple hit Fang Fei.

Huayang has no talent for pods,

Just to solve the problem of heavy snow.

Ancient poems describing spring

In early spring, he became a member of Zhang (Han Yu) of the Ministry of Water Resources.

The rain in Tianjie is as slippery as crisp,

The color of the grass is far and near, but not at all.

The biggest advantage is that one spring,

It's better than a city full of smoke and willow.

Ancient poems describing spring

Chun Xing (Wu Yuanheng)

It's cloudy,

All the flowers fall to see the songbirds.

The spring breeze caused homesickness overnight.

Follow the spring breeze to Los Angeles again.

Ancient poems describing spring

Tituchengnanzhuang (Cuihu)

On this day last year, in this door,

Peach blossoms set each other off in red.

People don't know where to go,

Peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Ancient poems describing spring

Jueju (Du Fu)

Later that day, Jiang,

Spring breeze smells of flowers and plants.

Muddy swallows,

The sand warms the sleeping mandarin duck.

Ancient poems describing spring

Looking for flowers by the river (Du Fu)

Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,

Thousands of flowers crushed the branches.

Butterflies have been dancing,

The charming warbler chirps.

Jiang Nan Chun by Du Mu in Tang Dynasty

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.

There were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties. How many towers were there in the misty rain?

This park is not worth visiting.

Ye Shaoweng in Song Dynasty

Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time.

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

5. What sentences describe the spring scenery on campus?

The sentences describing campus spring scenery are:

1. In an instant, several "butterflies" and "dragonflies" rushed into the sky, spread their wings and flew leisurely with the wind, so uncomfortable. It turns out that students are flying kites. The students' intelligence endows the kite makers with life, and their every jubilation is the embodiment of the students' happy mood. Everyone ran and chased on the ground, and the hearty laughter resounded throughout the campus.

As the saying goes, "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning." I will study hard on this beautiful morning. I am intoxicated in this picturesque spring, as if I have become a grass and a small flower in the colorful spring. Under the hard cultivation of the gardener, I grew up happily and healthily, decorating the spring of the motherland more beautiful and lovely.

3. In the evening, Grandpa Sun went to the west and the sun set, and the golden rosy clouds came to see him off, plating the campus with a gorgeous golden color. The peach trees in front of the teaching building have grown clusters of green leaves, and several pink buds are still hanging. Flowers are not like shy little girls, they are in full bloom. A few Chun Yan flew freely in the air, and sent a letter from Miss Chun to the south of the Yangtze River.

Two rows of big trees are very diligent. You see, they are working hard again. In the afterglow of the sunset, they are more powerful. I deeply breathe the fresh air of spring and revel in the scenery of spring.

There are about 25 spring poems on campus.

Beautiful campus, in the prime of life. We are like flowers growing in such a beautiful campus. The beauty of youth blooms in such a beautiful campus. The road from the dormitory to the classroom is covered with flowers. The sunshine is full of green grass buds. Glittering water drops are dripping. The green jumping avenue caught the passing lights. In such a beautiful campus, trees and flowers breathe the breath of youth. The children were flushed with the tinkling of the piano in the air. My face is full of ideals, self-confidence, courage and joy. In such a beautiful campus, a pine tree is bent sweetly. It has thought, flesh and blood, and soul. It symbolizes the eternal direction and mission of youth. It starts from the heel and leans towards the national flag, but its upper body is as straight as a flagpole. It greeted the rising sun side by side with the red flag and watched the sunset go away. It caresses and kisses the red body. The blood inside is boiling like fire, and the rising sun in Ran Ran in the East burns the students' sincere hearts. Don't miss the beautiful scenery before you. Don't wait until one day you are so sad: I will regret not looking at you carefully, your grass and trees, birds and flowers, and the books bathed in the courtyard. I will only look for the hazy footprints of youth in my heart and regret not really kissing you until I leave you. Close to your skin color, close to your skin, close to your eternal vitality, I really want to come back to your arms and kiss your green and red skin. I really want to say thank you to every tree and flower and leave a smile until I leave you. I regret not caring for you wholeheartedly, wiping away tears in my eyes, talking with flowers and quietly enjoying their beauty. Only to find that youth has been quietly decorated by you. Happiness and beauty have quietly passed away, and I found myself living in my own shadow, and you, a beautiful campus, have always been sunny. Why do I always feel that there are beautiful girls, young teachers, some singing poems and some dancing happily in such a beautiful campus?