Write a poem about campus 1. Describe the ancient poetry of the school.

The poems describing the campus are as follows

1. "Twenty-four Ploughing and Weaving Maps of King James"

Year: Meta Author: Zhao Mengfu

In winter, the sun shines again on the solstice, and the vegetation gradually germinates.

The gentleman attaches importance to it, and my way has not changed since then.

Parents sit in the classroom and their children are respected in front of them.

Once again, I will be lucky enough to live a long life.

Life belongs to the Ming dynasty, and the four seas are peaceful.

People who are not wronged are generous and affectionate.

Eat and wear warm clothes, zd was born.

I would like to say that the school will flourish and it will become a success.

2. "Idle singing"

Year: Song Author: Jiang Teli

Sitting and drinking, not holding documents and not sitting in Cao.

Checking school flowers is a day shift, and finding poems is a long-term effort.

Books for lying down are still being provided, and I ordered cups and plates to help gourmets.

Thank you for your kindness, but pray for long life and other days.

3. Wyhan brothers

Year: Song Author: Yu Zhuo

The children in the village swept Chai Men in advance to inspect the campus.

Clusters of chrysanthemums are slightly dewy, and hibiscus is covered with frost marks.

Poetry has become a lonely irony, whose soul depends on and * * *.

It's already a westerly wind, which is even more charming.

4. "Three Poems of Zhu Mi Garden Pavilion".

Year: Song Author: Cheng Shimeng

Teenagers are famous for their studies, so they can get rid of Danzhi disease.

The festival is covered with frost bamboo, and the text contains flowers and wind dew.

I pity beautiful jade, too. People hate good gold.

Lai You lived in seclusion like Taniguchi. He always fought Xia Qing with noble goals.

5. "Three Poems by Du Xiang"

Year: Song Author:

Tian Fuchang is honest and kind, sitting in the temple in the town with materials.

Wan Li is famous for its opening of school, and the Quartet simply advised farmers to mulberry.

Calm, virtuous, open-minded, generous and fair.

It is too early to be humble and to love Yu Fang forever.

2. 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. 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. Utilitarianism comments on rain, which seems to be a little different.

3. Poetry describing the campus

"Campus Landscape" Author: Mountains and rivers approach the campus, and my steps fall 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 speechless and look at each other, but we are still happy in our own way. You nurtured my childhood in the simplest way, and I will look at you with my eyes. Raise your head and cross the river that keeps changing roads at the head of the village, but you will never get lost. Your ripples are still rippling My warm desk and chair are still unfamiliar and familiar to those old friends. They are also childhood nicknames for those simple tables and chairs. Some earthy nicknames ran wildly on the desktop, and the flowers opened and screamed. 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 the original. They are anchored in the depths of details and become scars of life that cannot be erased in time. Our time is a bullet wound that has experienced wind and rain, hurting our thin years into a deep imprint. We can't forget, and we dare not forget. Just hanging in our memory gently. Tap the baptism of steel tempering, and the words will turn into the spirit of bathing fire, soothing our whole injured land. Half a piece of rubber eye touched the dead bird and climbed the old windowsill and the silent desk and chair. A leaf falls to announce that it has completed its return. A group of butterflies redeems themselves before the season changes. A small eraser can polish and decorate life. 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. The lens of time is also shifting and sometimes focusing, and the thinking of flowers is sometimes elongated. In the world, your posture is still lush and beautiful, and the leaves are sitting devoutly on my poems. Every time I read, my temperament is like a flower. Yes, even a piece of glass thousands of miles away can't stop the sun. Please open this window, don't be afraid of the wind and rain, including a little sadness. As long as you have a heart full of sunshine, you can laugh too much. Just smile and the sunshine will wash your face. Fly in the campus. Bright, you and I reached out our fingers at the same time, and a naughty touch released one dream after another. Most importantly, the bright lights in front of teachers' midnight windows are like sleeping poems, and they never try to read them attentively. 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. It was that young time that only allowed us to dream in a hazy pattern, which ushered in the sunshine from the fragrant campus. I gently waved to you at the school gate, and my youth began to sail separately. I looked at your back, and that poem was scattered on your way home. 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! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! If there are many flowers outside the star, it is the original aphorism. Pomegranate tree, looking for the bud of image, shows a flaming smile, a budding spirit, like a pair of expectant eyes. The messy and dusty manuscript paper on my desk is like an orphan girl in the Song Dynasty. I need a geranium bird to guide or wake up the shy cloud full of girls in the sky, which is bright all around. I vaguely heard the sound of the horn of endeavour 2. Corner: Green Campus: The wings pursued by the green campus thought, the golden garden with endless truth, and the morning dew-like Haruka, with the light of dawn flying in the 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

4. Praise the school's poetry

"Campus Songs" I gently stepped into your arms, quiet, serene and warm like my mother's arms.

Flowers in the garden bloom like bright smiling faces, and youth ripples.

The willows on both sides of the aisle swayed with the wind, as if waving to me affectionately.

The ripples in the lotus pond weave our dreams and outline the reverie of youth in the continuous ripples.

The green in the sun is not grass, but a kind of vitality, and then scattered on the earth, which breeds a dream full of hope. It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to nurture people, which proves that trees are towering.

-Growing from the fertile soil that raised it.

Your brilliance, your brilliance, your peach and plum fragrance.

I bless you, my alma mater.

Space line by line, hope to support me O(∩_∩)O~~! ! ! One more question! !

5. A poem praising the school

A poem 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.

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?

6. Poems describing the school

Stepping into the campus, the book is overflowing. A warm wind blew around us. 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! 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 immature faces are full of harvested knowledge. Looking 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 with the joy of growth. Let us silently leave a pure fertile soil, which 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 become useful and help me 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 heart will never stand on the road. I remember there was a primary school. 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? .

7. Praise the school's poetry

Fame shocked the world and attracted students from five continents. 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.