Poetry about a beautiful campus

1. Poems about a happy campus, with at least 20 sentences of "Happy Campus". Our campus is full of books, lingering in them, dancing in the butterfly garden, accompanied by warmth. A warm wind blew around us. Campus is a book, campus is a painting, full of enthusiasm. The campus is an extension of a long river of history, and the campus is a fragrant hill with red leaves like fire. The following are some modifications to the online content. The willow shoots by the lake in the sunny campus report the spring return, the fish wagged their tails across the lake, the clouds swayed in the waves, the birds were intoxicated by the sound of books in the depths of the jungle, and the naughty thrush jumped on the branches and blinked secretly. How beautiful the campus is. There are plenty of grass everywhere, and it was not until the Ming Dynasty that the scenery became more enchanting. A new nest will be built under the eaves, swallows will fly in, flapping their wings and squeaking to feed their mothers, but they will be full of flowers, bees will buzz, and a drop of dew will reflect the glow and release thousands of rainbows. How beautiful the campus will be! It was not until the Ming Dynasty that the grass was everywhere and the scenery was more enchanting. The golden campus is full of endless expectations. In the world, we vent our passionate feelings and radiate a colorful green campus. Those ignorant teenagers are flaunting the brilliance of life and enjoying the infinite fiery campus of knowledge. Those immature faces, full of harvested knowledge, are looking forward to the arrival of the new school year. The four seasons on campus are more colorful year by year. Blink of an eye, we grew up, so we silently left a pure fertile soil, pregnant with our hope for tomorrow. We don't crave it. Being an eagle soaring in the sky, you gave me a good start in life, you aroused my thirst for knowledge, you helped me to become useful and fly, you taught me to give people flowers and leave fragrance in my hands, you taught me to increase people's smiles and keep my inner happiness. Today, I want to give you the most beautiful flowers. Today, I want to give you the sweetest smile and dedicate it to my dearest school, a monument that will always stand in my heart.

2. Poetry about a beautiful campus. Beautiful campus,

My sweet home,

Birds sing for me in the morning,

The sunset will accompany me home at night.

Ah! We love your beautiful campus!

In spring,

The grass in the campus has sprouted.

This is it.

Put the green mood,

Brought us a beautiful campus.

In summer,

The flowers on campus have put on new clothes.

This is it.

Will be brilliant,

Brought us beautiful flowered skirts.

autumn

The leaves on the campus trees turned yellow,

This is it.

Put the gentleness of the breeze,

To my dear classmates.

In winter,

The pine trees on campus are covered with silver frost.

This is it.

Will be a strong will,

To all of us.

Beautiful campus,

My warm home;

You gave us six wonderful years.

Ah! We like your beautiful campus.

3. Beautiful campus, a campus with beautiful poems, our home is here, and we are moving from naivety to maturity. In this lovely campus, we are beginning to grow sturdily from the bud, which is the most beautiful shell in our life. Campus life from ignorance to knowledge is the brightest medal in our life journey. From ignorance to intelligence, the beautiful campus is our home, which has been unknown for a long time. We grew up on campus. It is the campus that paves the way for our success and leads us to sail in the ocean of knowledge. You are the hope of our hometown elders. Under your care, the students' beautiful dreams can be realized. You are a fertile soil, and the tender seedlings grow into a beautiful campus with towering trees. You are like a painting drawn with a brush and praised by people.

Beautiful campus, our home * * * Dear campus, you are our attachment. You have the warmth of spring, the brilliance of summer and the maturity of autumn, but not the cold of winter. Our warm home is that you have lit countless bright stars on the vast land, so that we can grow up healthily, learn to learn knowledge and have a better tomorrow. Thanks to our beautiful campus, we are willing to dress you up more beautifully. We are willing to move forward forever under your care.

4. A short poem praising the campus. Poetry on campus (1) Golden campus. We are noisy, and our young hearts are full of infinite expectations. We are wrapped in a passionate world, radiating colorful and full of green life campuses, while those ignorant teenagers who publicize their lives and appreciate their knowledge are infinitely hot campuses. 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 a blink of an eye, we grew up, so we left the teaching building silently with the joy of growth. (2) About campus poetry, it was 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.

The complete works of poetry on campus (3) 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 summer campus.

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.

Poetry on campus (4) We are in the prime of life, growing like flowers in such a beautiful campus. The beauty of youth blooms in such a beautiful campus. The path from the dormitory to the classroom is covered with flowers. The sun is full of green grass. The glittering and translucent water drops on the bud are dripping. The green jumping avenue caught the passing lights. In such a beautiful campus, trees and flowers are breathing the breath of youth, and the tinkling piano is floating in the air. The children's red faces are 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 blood. The blood in the red body boils 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 plants, flowers, birds, fish and insects, and the books bathed in the hospital. I will only look for the hazy footprints of youth in my heart and regret not being really close to you until I leave you. The color of your skin, your skin and 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. I didn't find you so beautiful until now. Now your youth has been quietly decorated by you. Before you find yourself living in your own shadow, happiness and beauty have quietly passed away. And you, the beautiful campus, have been sunny. Why is everything always in hindsight? 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 poems about campus? (5) I am full of enthusiasm and walked into the door of the 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.

Chapter Four: Beautiful Campus Studying and living on campus is a kind of happiness and beauty in itself. The grass probe brings out the fragrance of the earth, and the bauhinia blooms in spring, and the bauhinia is covered with weeping willows. Magnolia sends out a faint fragrance, even if the flowers fall, they can only take away all your sadness, and the rest of the fruit grows 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 full of vigor and vitality, ears full of books and years. Young children live together, full of spring, beautiful and happy. My Spring, My Campus is a complete collection of poems about campus. A group of lovely birds chirped and played in front of the rockery. This is their happy kingdom, without foreign intrusion. The beautiful campus is very quiet. Cicada on the tree quivered gently in the poplar breeze. This is their happiest season. They enjoy the beauty of growing up in singing. The beautiful campus is very quiet. Office desks and chairs enjoy the warmth in quiet sleep. There is also some loneliness away from the master. I hope to see the teacher smile again. The beautiful campus is quiet, there are no jumping symbols on the blackboard, and there are no small hands drawing on it. Rows of neat desks in front of me remember every voice, every face and every smile. The beautiful campus is quiet, how can we not see the children dancing, how can we not see the children running and jumping on the wide playground, and the day of school is coming soon. The beautiful campus is very quiet. I came to school again in the summer vacation, and the scenery in front of me was so beautiful. I can't help feeling gratified and proud when I think of my lovely classmates. The beautiful campus is quiet until the autumn wind blows through the high treetops and the children return to the warm embrace. We will water the green seedlings again. The beautiful campus is very quiet. Although the teachers have temporarily left the school, their responsibilities have not been alleviated. They are carefully preparing. The flames in their hearts are burning stronger and stronger. The beautiful campus is very quiet.

5. Poems about campus enter 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?