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.
How beautiful our campus is.
On campus, flowers are in full bloom,
Bees, collect honey.
Come and see, in the corridor,
Students' works are all over the wall,
There is calligraphy, there is painting,
There are also paper-cuts and handicrafts.
In the classroom, new desks and chairs,
Can be lifted and moved,
Four wheels are at the bottom of the table.
Move a little and it will be aligned.
The multi-function hall is great,
Physical projection DVD
Watch movies, watch animations,
You can dance and play games.
There are new faces everywhere,
Campus beauty
The teaching building is really lively.
Willow is green and flowers are beautiful.
Students, jump pomegranate.
Be polite.
Say hello to the teacher.
Say hello to your classmates.
Take care of the environment and make new moves.
If there is rubbish, someone will deal with it.
When you see waste paper, bend down and pick it up.
Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility.
The campus is beautiful and everyone laughs.
2. What are the poems praising "school"? 1. The reputation is shocking the world.
2. Admire the students from five continents.
3. The style of study is intangible,
4. School discipline has cameras.
5. Ten thousand gardeners are full of books,
6. Thousands of peaches and plums won the championship.
7. It is difficult to do scientific research in spring.
8. A place is fragrant and sweaty.
Pregnant and talented,
How can you be virtuous?
Enjoy life,
Talented people become famous late.
The calendar time is short,
Shake the jade.
Lan Yu walked leisurely.
Keywords pregnancy, yang and essence,
Repairing gold is the essence of beauty.
Life is a stone,
A gifted scholar is Golden Gate.
There are wizards,
3. Regarding the sentence praising the teacher of Ode to the Gardener, everyone said 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! Look at the flowers blooming everywhere, which one is not as hard as you, and which one is not as smiling as you! What is a teacher like? Teachers are like red candles, illuminating the road of knowledge.
What is a teacher like? Teachers are like spring rain, spreading bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts. What is a teacher like? Teachers, like gardeners, cultivate our young family into a large number of knowledgeable people.
What is a teacher like? Teachers are like a golden key, leading us into the treasure house of knowledge. What is a teacher like? Teachers, like our mothers, accompany us every day and tell us some colorful knowledge.
It is the teacher who has given us so much knowledge. I wish all the teachers will always be young and beautiful. 1 I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. The world is so civilized because of you. Teacher, you are a bright light, and you have found a home for the children who have lost their way. You are the angel of September, dedicated to the teacher. You will arrive as scheduled.
Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival.
We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast.
The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. Others get gold from life, and you can only get flowers. Your gold is the rising sun and your silver is the fifteenth moon, but you still whistle happily. Your pride is that peaches and plums are fragrant to celebrate Teachers' Day. Poetry articles-teachers, hard work-lead us into spacious classrooms and teach us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You've worked hard, old man.
4. 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!
5. Praise the school poems. Spring in April
● Huang Qiubin
In April, I returned to the campus.
Along the direction of Wanquan River.
I saw the whole spring.
Where it passes.
Begonia zaotao
And the four cloves I love.
Before and after the bud blooms.
I also met my former classmates.
Met the flowers of the past
The fragrance of the past
The former scenery reappears in spring.
Put a lamp in front of the door and tie a color behind it.
Singing on the lawn and dancing in the auditorium.
Laughter brightened the memory of being idle for many years.
White hair, connected with the blood that evokes youth.
The magnificent and distant Wen Ting ancient clock is full of soul.
Make a moving sound on the campus in April.
In spring, I went back to school.
Bauhinia blooms everywhere in April.
The lightning of happiness shines directly on sunny days.
I met my brother.
The past.
Saw the youth of the past
The beauty of the past
Joy and sorrow, tears and laughter, glory and dreams.
And the good times that followed.
Put all this behind you.
Wear a corsage, my brother.
Let's sit together, hold hands and sing together.
Start praising and wishing.
Spring brings reunion to April.
April will bring good luck to the campus.
be radiant with delight/joy
Forever and ever-forever and ever
02. I love the campus in late autumn, because it is wonderful and gentle; I love the campus in late autumn because it is beautiful and moving. I want to spread this colorful picture with my passionate love-the campus in late autumn.
03. Every corner of the campus is filled with rich autumn colors, which makes you step into a mysterious world and has a poetic feeling.
However, the most fascinating thing is the sound of books, just like green seedlings sucking the spring water of knowledge, being watered and caressed by gardeners, growing every day. It is because of these seedlings that the campus has been filled with a fragrance. Before I walked past the classroom, I saw the lively lectures of the teachers in the classroom, which flowed into the children's hearts like a gurgling spring. They stared at each other like spring water and listened attentively. Then, they scrambled to raise their hands to speak ... it all started with a flower and a grass. Under the cultivation of gardeners, they are in full bloom in the big gardens of the motherland.
6. Praise the school poems and the 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.
How beautiful our campus is.
On campus, flowers are in full bloom,
Bees, collect honey.
Come and see, in the corridor,
Students' works are all over the wall,
There is calligraphy, there is painting,
There are also paper-cuts and handicrafts.
In the classroom, new desks and chairs,
Can be lifted and moved,
Four wheels are at the bottom of the table.
Move a little and it will be aligned.
The multi-function hall is great,
7. Praise the campus poem "Two Poems in the Study"
Author: Weng Chengzan in Tang Dynasty
The pond is four or five feet deep, and two or three flowers fall from the fence.
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.
Translation:
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.
Extended data
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.