Poems on campus 1. What are the ancient poems praising the school?

1, the reputation is shocking the world.

2. Admire the students from five continents.

3, the style of study jade method invisible tree,

4. School discipline has cameras.

5. Ten thousand gardener's books are full.

Thousands of peaches and plums won the championship.

7, scientific research spring scenery is difficult to live,

8. Where Fang Fei sweats.

9. Zheng Banqiao's "Ten Feelings Fifth"

Old scholar, in the white room, said Huang Yu, antique; Many junior high-tech companies. The servant in front of the door is like a tiger and the flag is like a dragon, which once became a dream of spring. It is better to teach a few children in a secluded alley.

Poetry 1: Campus

Walk into the campus

This book is full of fragrance.

Warm wind,

Blow around.

Campus is poetry,

The campus is a painting.

Campus is a long river of history,

The campus is Xiangshan, with red leaves like fire.

This is the ocean of poetry,

This is a paradise for flowers.

We work here,

We harvest here.

Our campus,

It is a paradise of dreams!

2. Beautiful poems about campus

1, "Campus Morning Melody" In the early morning, my thoughts fell into a tangled thread, and there was no way to escape. The sound of books on campus casts the ladder of dreams. The rhythm of unknown birds in the depths of weeping willows directly expresses melancholy. The long journey made me as tired as a horse on an ancient road. I looked for the image of the bud pomegranate tree among the flowers, showing a fiery smile. Those budding elves are like a pair of expectant eyes. The messy and dusty manuscript paper on my desk is like I need a geranium bird to lead or wake up the shy clouds of the girls in the Song Dynasty, and there is light all around. I vaguely heard the horn of effort. 2. "Beautiful Campus" Spring on campus is like a delicate flower, and the flowers that wake up spit out fragrance.

The long hibernation has accumulated energy and made the campus in spring full of life. Summer on campus, like blooming flowers, has become more intense after being washed by thunderstorms.

Spring rain is like a young girl, caring for flowers and giving a jumping note to the campus in summer. Autumn on campus is like a ripe fruit, harvesting ripe fruit, and happiness reverberates on campus.

The wind and rain made this flower experience ups and downs, and also made the campus in autumn have a sweet smile. Winter on campus, although not as gentle as spring, not as cheerful as summer, not as sweet as autumn, has a quiet atmosphere.

This long rest can make the flowers bloom again next year. 3. The "beautiful campus" is in its youth. 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 are red 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 blood inside. Blood is like a boiling fire burning the rising sun in Ran Ran in the East and the sincere hearts of the students. Don't miss the beautiful scenery before you. Don't wait until one day when you are so sad: I will regret not looking at you carefully, your plants, flowers, birds, fish and insects, and the books bathed in the hospital. I'm just looking for the hazy footprints of youth in my mind, and I'll regret not being really close to your skin until I leave you. 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 don't regret not caring for you wholeheartedly. I didn't gently wipe away the tears in my eyes, talked with the flowers and quietly appreciated their beauty. Only now have I discovered that you are so beautiful and found your youth. It was not until you quietly decorated me that I found myself living in my own shadow. Happiness and beauty have quietly passed away, and you, the beautiful campus, have been sunny. Why do you always know later? There are beautiful girls, young teachers, some people sing poems, and we dance happily in such a beautiful campus. How can I not love her? 4. The beautiful campus is full of enthusiasm and walks into the door of a teaching school. I spread my sincere smile all over the beautiful campus.

You see, you see, the blooming flowers on campus are the cradle of my childhood memories, and that is the fragrance of my alma mater. Listen, listen, the songs sung by birds are familiar teachings in my ears, and that is the pride written by the teacher.

Oh, beautiful campus, I want to sow the seeds of knowledge and dress up your beautiful tomorrow. 5. "Beautiful campus" is a kind of happiness and beauty in studying and living on campus. The grass probe brings out the fragrance of the earth, bauhinia covers the whole body, and purples and weeping willows sway. In spring, the dance of Yulan exudes a faint fragrance. Even if the flowers fall, they can only take away all your sadness, and the fruit will grow happily. Even if the leaves are yellow, you can only thank autumn, and thank autumn and winter for giving birth to your next dream. Eyes are full of vigor and vitality, ears are full of books and youth. Our children live together, full of spring, beautiful and happy. In my spring, my campus expansion data 1, campus, refers to all kinds of scenery and buildings in the campus of universities, colleges or schools; Any school's teaching land or living land can be called campus.

2. The campus is divided into kindergartens, primary schools, middle schools and universities. Campus is the 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.

References:

Campus-Baidu Encyclopedia.

3. Poetry describing the campus

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. What a pity. 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 ultimate goal.

4. Campus Poetry

Walk into the campus

This book is full of fragrance.

Warm wind,

Blow around.

Campus is poetry,

The campus is a painting.

Campus is a long river of history,

The campus is Xiangshan, with red leaves like fire.

This is the ocean of poetry,

This is a paradise for flowers.

We work here,

We harvest here.

Our campus,

It is a paradise of dreams!

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.

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?

5. What are the poems about "campus"

The poems about the campus are listed as follows: 1, Winter Campus My dear brother accompanied me to visit the winter campus and told me about the beautiful girl with white hair. When I left, it was as bleak as it is now, and there were beautiful girls with white hair. Some love poets and some wandering singers remember that people often cry loudly in the pub at the school gate. Some people sigh in the dark Woods, and the recorder in the dormitory is full of love every day. You love you, but you leave in a hurry every holiday. This winter's campus is as quiet and serene as before. Like the gentleman with beautiful girl and white hair in the past. It's just that no one came to sing the songs of the past. I remember people crying loudly in the pub at the school gate. Some people sigh in the dark Woods. The recorder in the dormitory also plays love and love you every day. But every holiday, you leave in a hurry. My dear brother accompanied me to visit the winter school. Tell me about the beautiful girl with white hair. "There is no smoke without fire" Author: Gao,1969165438+10/4 was born in Beijing and his ancestral home was in Hangzhou, Zhejiang.

Musician, songwriter, producer, director, talk show host. 2. Beautiful cherry blossoms, brilliant cherry blossoms, smiling cherry blossoms, affectionate campus, unhappy classmates, enjoying flowers for generations, looking back successfully, remembering the blooming campus spring flowers, April spring, April feelings, cherry blossom laughter, children's growth, knowledge dissemination, virtue praise, historical scrolls, happy spring exhibitions, cherry blossom witness, friendship continuation, and centuries-old wine fragrance. Authors: Liu Deliang, pen name Liang, Xu, Liu Bin,

Male, born on June 1965. People from Taihu County, Anhui Province.

Senior middle school English teacher, engaged in middle school English education and teaching research for nearly 30 years. He has published more than 4,000 original works in blog spaces such as People's Daily Online, Xinhuanet, CCTV, Sina.com, Sohu.com, Netease 163.com, Tencent QQ, Writer.com, Micro-Literature.com, Phoenix.com, Poetry.com, China and Writers.com, China. ..

He has been selected into China Blog Encyclopedia edited by Wang Shu, China Writers' Dictionary and China Education Celebrity Dictionary edited by Hou Lian. The poem of Dream Flowers is named after the poet Liang Fei Xu Meng. 3. Campus Qiuju Campus Qiuju has opened colorful clouds. The waves of flowers with the quiet charm of moonlight, with the warm laughter of sunshine, with the deep affection of spring, with the ardent expectation of autumn, reflect the sweet smiles of children and hold the dignified hopes of teachers. White, like cold flame red, is like clusters of soft agate, like the fluttering skirt of Chang 'e, like the curly hair of a girl, like the shining clouds of sunset glow, like the feathers of a peacock, with different postures and characteristics. They are showing off their rich colors. When people come to this quiet and beautiful place, they are willing to take photos with flowers and leave an eternal smile on the film in their hearts. When people come to this pure and harmonious place, their mood is as beautiful as a pattern. About the author: Li, pen name, from Minhe County, Qinghai Province.

His works are scattered in Peach Blossom Spring, Qinghai League Newspaper and Minhe County Tourism Culture in Qinghai Province. 4. Campus, the beautiful Milky Way Campus is a beautiful Milky Way, and the sound of books is a clear wave echoing on the Milky Way. The teacher stepped on the seeds of hope in Qingbo, hoping that hope would rise from here. Countless stars converge into a gurgling galaxy, and countless stars twinkle in the gurgling galaxy. Among the countless stars, there is one that is you and one that I can't count, and that is you, me and me. About the author: Jin Qiang, Miao, pen names Jin Qiang, Xun, 1978, 18 was born in Shibing, Guizhou, a world natural heritage site in February, and has worked in Youth, New World, China Campus Literature, Prose Poetry, Contemporary Education and Shibing Culture.

He has published a collection of essays, Meeting You is My Fate, and a collection of poems, Living Here. The books outside the scholarly classroom on campus are swaying, walking in the long corridor, smelling the smell of these books, as if they had escaped from a jar. I don't know. I'm deeply intoxicated.

Not only that, how many people got drunk in the school yard? There is also a courtyard full of wisteria, tightly wrapped in one place, always inseparable, and seems to be drunk. Even the birds perched on the branches can't seem to hear its chirping, but they can hear it. That's snoring. I guess: Are you drunk and asleep? Every corner, every corridor, every wisteria yard, where can't you smell these drunken books? Maybe I'm just drunk, so I don't have those bouquets.

About the author: Lu Yi, whose real name is Peng Zhao, Mr. Wu Tong, a native of Linyi, Shandong Province, is a certified poet of China Poetry Network, a member of Feixian 7A64E78988E69D8331333438+0353865 Association, a member of Linyi Writers Association and a member of Lushui Poetry Society. His works are scattered on platforms such as China Poetry Network, Ivy League Literature Network, Poetry I Love Network and Lushui Poetry Publication.

Published works: prose "Traveling with an Exploratory Eye", poetry "You have a lamp in the dark", "You are my concern" and "You let me face it bravely".

6. What are the poems praising the school?

1, "Seven Laws of Celebration"-My name is full of ambition. I have a dream to set sail for my alma mater Huachen and get together with my students to celebrate * * * I'm glad to hear that Xue Meixing Ji Ye is glad to see my brother's works become a pillar, and I feel infinite love. 2. Ode to Qingxi-My name is unknown

Qingxi, Qingxi, my forever mother, will be heart to heart with you from now on. Qingxi Qingxi, 79 years old, you are still young.

After 79 years of ups and downs, you have grown up three times and finally. 3. Clouds in the Distance-The grass is green, the river is curved and the road is long.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, birds fly by, the summer color is not strong, and the rice and wheat are yellow. In the faint wind, several scholars were humming along.

In the field, the sunset glow was sent away and the sunrise was ushered in. The memory of a primary school taught me to sail from now on.

4, "Campus"-Anonymous stepped into the campus, full of books. A warm wind blew.

Campus is poetry, campus is painting. Campus is a long river of history, and campus is like the red leaves of Xiangshan.

This is the ocean of poetry, and this is the paradise of flowers. We cultivate here, and we harvest here.

Our campus is a paradise of dreams. 5, "School"-anonymously 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, and my thoughts germinate under your care. Every time I look up at you, your shoulders are like a wooden house, containing blue sky and white clouds.

I once imagined that we could stand together forever, wake up at your feet and sleep quietly in all beautiful mornings and nights.

7. Campus Poetry

One: Homework

When will the homework be available? Ask the sky with a pen. I don't know Beijing time. What time is it tonight? I want to sleep, but I'm afraid I'll be scolded tomorrow. Words are like poison arrows. Infinitely desolate, I really want to leave this world. My hands are sore, my body is weak, and my brain is full of lead. I dare not hate, I don't know where I am. Dad expects his son to succeed, and mother expects her daughter to succeed. This matter is old and difficult. I hope it will be sunny from now on, and there will be no homework.

Second: weekend.

The dormitory is deserted and the campus lights go out. I have no face to go back to my hometown and face the sky and the moon alone.

Third: pending orders.

It is common to see it in the game room, but it is better than winning or losing on the football field. The day before the exam was still chic, and it was time to fail the list.

Fourth, the feeling of leaving the examination room.

No answers before, no notes after. Regret your life and hand in your papers alone.

Fifth: Helpless, helpless

I felt very weak in the morning and fell asleep in class. Ask your classmates, it's time to turn on the light. Helpless, helpless, the exam is a red light.

Sixth, teachers will reduce their responsibility to our generation.

Teachers will be demoted to our generation, always take exams, give me a "red light" and accuse me of incompetence. Call my parents and slap me. talent

Only by thoroughly remoulding oneself, taking care of oneself and gaining something can we stand out in the exam.

Seventh: when can I get rid of the pain?

There is a lot of homework today, and everyone is frowning. Look forward, look back, and want to copy, but unfortunately no one will. Going home is a treasure, but it is not difficult to say homework. Burning the midnight oil to tide over the difficulties, he was born a bad luck. It's already ten o'clock, and my parents are asleep. Who am I going to ask, sad or not? Now the students are really tired, and it's all bragging to say that reducing the burden. Days are like years, when can I get rid of the pain?

8. Poetry describing campus

"Campus Landscape" Author: Mountains and rivers approach the campus, and my steps are like fallen leaves. A green head is moistened and dyed with the juice of sunshine, and the breast-feeding earth is looking for some clear lines of poetry, distant light and flowers. At this time, we are relatively silent, but we are still happy in our own way. You take a bite in the simplest way. Nurturing my growing childhood, I lifted you above my head with my eyes and crossed the river that kept changing roads at the head of the village, but I never lost your ripples. I still feel my warm and warm desks and chairs, and those old friends are still unfamiliar and familiar, and they are still childhood nicknames of those simple desks and chairs. Some earthy nicknames ran wildly on the desktop, and the flowers opened and cried. Love has grown up. A blackboard that hangs silently and points to the pointer. Some familiar voices came from my ears. Words with vague and clear directions return to nature. They are anchored in the depths of details and become scars of life that time cannot erase. Our time is a stormy shell, which hurts our thin years into a deep mark. Do you hang it in our memory? I can forget, but I dare not forget, just tap the baptism of steel tempering, and the words will turn into the spirit of bathing fire, soothing our entire injured land. Half a rubber eye is far enough, but it is still not enough for dead birds to climb old windowsills and silent tables and chairs. A leaf falls to indicate its return. A group of butterflies redeems themselves before the season changes. Half a small eraser can polish a beautiful life and decorate it from now on. Beautiful as yesterday's wedding dress, the grass heart has grown to the middle of the waist, and some flowers have also polished the sun. Under the guidance of the wind, we are doing familiar broadcast gymnastics. Our posture is elegant and beautiful. A hen gathered a flock of chickens on the grassland, tirelessly calling for a language we didn't understand. When the lens of time is also shifted, it will focus and lengthen the thinking of flowers. Your figure is still lush and beautiful on the windowsill, and the pious leaves are sitting on my poems. Every time I look at them, their temperament is like flowers. Even a piece of glass thousands of miles away can't stop the sun. Please open this window. Don't be afraid of wind and rain, including small sadness. As long as you have a heart full of sunshine, your heart will smile on your head. Just smile and the sunshine will wash your face. Fly in the campus. Crystal clear, you and I reached out at the same time, and a naughty touch released one dream after another. Most importantly, the bright lights in front of the teachers' midnight windows are like sleeping poems, and they never try to read them. They always throw away their youth like glass beads and look back at the lawn of youth. Naughty fluorescent lamps are everywhere, which makes our dreams more sad and realistic. Love is that when we were young, we only had a dream with a hazy pattern, which ushered in the sunshine from the fragrant campus. We gently waved to you at the school gate, and our youth began to sail separately, watching your back. That poem has been scattered on your way home ever since. The most beautiful thing is that you smiled and looked back at your long hair in the corner, flying like wicker, and waved your hand for the last time to write a poem without an ending sentence. You and I never looked back! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Just like the aphorism that many people spent whispering outside the starry sky, yes. My wandering horse, I looked for the bud of image among the flowers, and the pomegranate tree showed a red smile. Those budding elves are like a pair of expectant eyes. The dusty manuscript paper on my desk is like an orphan girl in the Song Dynasty. I need a geranium bird to lead or wake up the sky. The shy clouds full of girls began to decorate gracefully. There was a bright light around them, and I vaguely heard the horn of endeavor. Buds full of red beans are full of fragrance, standing in the shade, like wings chased by marble, a golden garden with endless truth, the morning dew of love, and the morning light flying in the young hearts of boys and girls.

The window open to the sun was covered with blue-purple curtains, which connected his eyes. The boy, with sad eyes, is by the window.

In doubt, I opened the curtain and looked out of the window. However, the days are too short to bear the sadness of the whole day.

He also tried to forget and stare, only occasionally when his heart was cold, he opened the window and basked in the warm sunshine. ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍65