You are the hope of the villagers. Under your training, students' beautiful ideals can be realized and their sweet dreams can be rounded. You are fertile land, and young plants grow into trees; You are a brush like a rafter, and your pictures are praised! From several houses to high-rise buildings; From abacus calculation to computer operation; From studying hard under oil lamps to being accompanied by fluorescent lamps.
You have experienced a lot of ups and downs, but you have become more mature and stable. You are slim and graceful, just like a beautiful girl, which is enviable.
You have the warmth of spring, the brilliance of summer and the maturity of autumn, but not the cold of winter. You opened the door of Tsinghua campus, and the Weiming Lake of Peking University obeyed your call.
Great, campus, you have a great responsibility! You should push the wheel of history and climb the peak of science! How beautiful the future is and how brilliant tomorrow is! Let Lang Lang's reading sound resound through the sky! The advancing campus will live up to expectations, just like a bright pearl! There is a primary school auditorium on a road in Joye Creek. There is a sound of reading in the morning, Lang Lang: Everyone is a real pillar.
Regardless of the wind and rain, the sky flies far and wide. Now I look at my hometown with tears in my eyes. When will I tell you my heart? Ah, when I was a child on campus, I saw her hanging in the high blue sky. Hearing her voice is like hugging the stars all over the sky. I am eager to go to school. The campus crowded into my heavy schoolbag, and I loved and hated her. It's like following a long stream, which makes me happy and confused. I graduated. The campus grew on a lush tree and remembered her. Tasting her is like saying goodbye to first love. This also makes me feel sad. Now, the campus is finally stuck in my wonderful life picture. Whether it is near or far away from her, it seems to be holding high the sails of mature love and flying towards the fiery red sun.
2. praise the original publisher of the school's poems: zhbjy810327.
Ode to campus life is the most beautiful lesson in our life. If someone asks which school is the best. Of course, I said without hesitation: "It's our Chengguan Primary School!" Yes, the school that both teachers and students admire is the best school. I will sincerely praise her today. I praise school as a paradise for learning. I can hear the sound of books every day, crisp and pleasant; The "rustling" sound of writing while doing homework is intoxicating; There are beautiful songs in the classroom from time to time, which makes art have an indissoluble bond with us; Exquisite and creative small production comes from our dexterous hands. The playground shows the elegant demeanor and energetic faces of our teachers and students, and meets the challenges of every day with strong physique. I praise the warm embrace of the school. The school is a kind mother who embraces every student with open arms. She loves everyone; When students make a little progress, she always looks at them and touches them with gentle hands, so that teachers and students can feel their inner excitement and joy; When making mistakes and falling behind, she will cast a reproachful and tolerant look and moisten our lost hearts with love like spring breeze and rain. I praise the selfless dedication of the school. Do you know what the school has given us? It is knowledge, it is strength! We have grown from an ignorant child to an excellent student today, and every progress is saturated with the efforts of the school. "There is a wonderful road in Lushan, and there is no cliff to learn." The school let us find the knack of learning, and let us find happiness in learning. We are a small boat on a long voyage. The school gave us a sail, with which we can go further and see a wider world. I love school, because everything in school is worthy of nostalgia and concern! I would like to stand on the roadside of the campus and make my head full of green and fragrance. As long as beautiful.
3. I am eager to ask for a few words about praising the school.
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.
4. Praising the reputation of school poetry shocked the whole world and attracted students from all over the world. Style of study is an invisible tree, and school discipline has a shadow platform. Thousands of gardeners are full of books, and thousands of peaches and plums win the championship. Scientific research is hard to live in spring, and the grass is sweating. If there is no teacher, if the grass has no dew, it will never enjoy the happiness of growing up. If there are no stars in the sky, then people will lose their navigation marks. If there is no gardener in the garden, then it is just a barren land. If we don't have a teacher, what will happen? Teachers are manna. She makes the grass grow sturdily. The teacher is a shining star. She showed us the route. The teacher is a hard gardener. Without teachers, there would be no present. We thank you, teacher. You gave birth to us with sweet and prosperous milk. You moistened us with hard sweat!
Campus Four Seasons Song Golden Campus We come noisily, young hearts overflow with infinite expectations, and the world is a vast expanse of whiteness. We vent our fiery feelings and radiate the colorful green campus of life. Those ignorant teenagers are flaunting the brilliance of life and enjoying the infinite fiery campus of knowledge. Those young faces are full of knowledge and look forward to the new school year. The campus with colorful seasons is year after year. In an instant, we grew up and left our alma mater silently with the joy of growth. It is dazzling, dazzling, full of fruits and stars. Historic sites reflect the gardener's shadow, and great achievements integrate students. With dew, the new lotus blooms and frosts the spirit. A pure fertile soil is pregnant with our hope for tomorrow. We long for the future to be an eagle soaring above this sky. You gave me a good start in life. You aroused my thirst for knowledge. You help me to be useful and fly. You taught me to give flowers and leave a lingering fragrance in my hand. You taught me to make people smile and make their hearts happy. Today, I will give you the most beautiful flowers. Today, I will give you the sweetest smile. My dearest school is a monument that will never stand in my heart.
5. Poetry recitation praises the campus. In the spring, we bid farewell to the warm harbor of our home with the wishes of relatives and friends and new expectations, and we entered 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 chilly spring season, and the campus was full of vitality. In this season, the hearts of boys and girls are like a green grass, which inadvertently turns the whole sky green! Sophora japonica blooms in summer, 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! Autumn is always contradictory.
Some people say that this is the harvest season, and freshmen are stepping into the hall they have been longing for for for a long time, harvesting 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! The campus in winter and 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 it is snowy and winter comes, I still like to walk around the campus, watch some snowflakes and write some warm and holy poems.
6. Praise the poetry or prose on campus. Please have a look and praise the best teacher to the gardener. Everyone says that you are cultivating the pillars of the motherland. I want to say that you are the pillars of the motherland.
You have propped up the backbone of our generation! You are like a red candle, giving all the heat and light to the younger generation! Your character and spirit can be summed up in two words-burning! Keep burning! Your lecture is rich and colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a beautiful new world ... Ah, with you, the garden is so gorgeous and the earth is full of spring! Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you! Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Ah, teacher, engineer of human soul, who is not praising you! Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! Teacher, you are a cultivator and a sower of beauty.
It is you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, making our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return. You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.
Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines. There are countless proud and happy memories in your teaching career, but you keep them in your heart, just staring at a garden to be explored.
If I were a poet, I would write poems with enthusiasm and praise the vastness and profundity of the sea. And dedicated to you-my broad-minded and knowledgeable teacher.
Teachers are kindling, igniting the fire in students' hearts; Teachers are stone steps, carrying students to climb steadily step by step. You are like a candle, thin as it is, but with a little heat and light, it illuminates others and exhausts yourself.
This selfless dedication is unforgettable. The language of your lectures is as sweet as a tinkling mountain spring, as cordial as a gurgling stream, and as turbulent as a rushing river ... Spring silkworm has never said anything to brag in her life, and the silver silk spit out is a ruler to measure the value of life.
Dear teacher, you have never shown off in front of others, but the blooming peaches and plums are the highest evaluation for you. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring.
Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship. Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world.
The value of fireflies is to shine on others with lights hanging from the back end; Your respect lies in always providing convenience for others. Who scattered the rain and dew all over the earth? Who feeds the seedlings hard? It's you, teacher, you are a great gardener! Looking at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you.
7. Praise the campus poem "Two Poems of Full Prosperity in the Study" Author: Weng Chengzan In the Tang Dynasty, the pond was as deep as four or five feet, and the fence fell like two or three flowers.
Passers-by don't have to ask their last names often. My home is reading. When I came back from official business, my clothes were buried in the snow and my children were lit in the hut.
People don't have to talk about the rich and the poor, and the reading sound is the best. The pond is four or five feet deep and there are many kinds of flowers in the fence.
Passing guests don't need to ask their last names often. My home is reading. The official came back and changed into a small hut with snow burial and children's lanterns.
People don't necessarily talk about the rich and the poor, only the sound of reading is the most exciting. The extended information campus is a place where students live and study, and all activities on campus belong to campus life.
Most of campus life focuses on learning, supplemented by extracurricular activities, and follows the outline of quality education promulgated by the Ministry of Education to train qualified intellectuals for the society. Campus life includes study, emotion, entertainment, clubs and so on.
Campus community is an important part of campus life. Every campus has a variety of campus clubs, from student unions to literary clubs. Campus journals are also essential on campus. They bear the campus culture, enrich students' campus life and serve as a platform for students to exchange literature or professional knowledge.
8. Praise the poetry of the campus. Praise the school poem. I hang your name on my chest every day. I can feel your great love. You will always be my forest. I am a small seed. My thoughts germinate under your care. Every time I look up at you, your shoulders are like a wooden house with blue sky and white clouds. I once imagined that we could stand together forever. All the beautiful mornings and nights wake up silently at your feet and fall asleep again. Until today, I have grown into a moving tree. Wen, the love you gave me, just like you, will stand in a corner of life at will and form a shady campus. The golden campus is full of people, and our young hearts are full of infinite expectations. We vent our fiery feelings and radiate the colorful green campus of life. Those ignorant teenagers are showing off the glory of life and enjoying the infinite fiery campus of knowledge. Those young faces are full of knowledge and look forward to the new school year. The campus of the four seasons is becoming more and more colorful year by year. In a blink of an eye, we grew up and left the reference materials silently:
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9. Praise the poems on campus for passing by, passing by and missing.
So we thought we had grown up.
Finally, you can also smile in tears or pain or disappointment.
Hold high in the morning at high tide and low tide, and wrap yourself in deep blue water.
I don't miss it. I remember everything. You can't forget it by swearing.
All those happy and sad pasts, when I think of them, are irresistible.
When playing the guitar, make public the convulsive body, and when talking on the phone, hold high the gentle voice. Everything is so clear.
These two people are always missing.
Even if the long youth is over, it is still memorable.
Two people holding hands in the bleak time, two people walking together in the back, two words can hide the panic, two years later can forget the place.
It's just that no matter how fresh the memory is, youth still flies away with white wings.
It doesn't care what we pray for.
Time runs counter to it, and we can only catch the fragments of the past, with lonely aftertaste in the morning when spring flowers are in full bloom, in the afternoon when summer rains roar, in the evening when autumn wind whimpers, and in the middle of the night when winter snow floats.
Many people write their youth in novels,
There are also many people who sing with their youth.
The youth experienced by children in this era is always impermanent.
Mixed with naked sadness
Wrapped in soul, engraved in the years.
Diary of a teenager,
A group photo,
Gardenia in high school campus,
A playground for walking together,
A fast food restaurant that has eaten countless lunches. ...
These trivial and exquisite details paint the years when we cried and laughed together.
They are the symbols of our youth,
Painfully and soberly recording the trajectory of growth.
Flowers, fallen leaves, raindrops, breeze.
Love, luxury, entanglement, depression.
There are always some things that can't escape, and youth is so long and reciprocating in the purest age of life.