When we entered the classroom, we saw thick fog rolling in the window. The classroom is like a big steamer.
Spring makes the earth look brand-new, gives all love to our school, gives us joy and hope, and urges us to make progress.
There are four charming seasons on campus: pink spring, lush summer, autumn with fragrant maple and chrysanthemum, and winter with green and white.
The past four dilapidated school buildings have disappeared, brand-new classrooms and conference rooms stand in barrier-like walls, and small and exquisite reception rooms guard the west side of the gate.
There is a diamond goldfish pond in the middle court of the school. There are many little red goldfish in it. They chased and frolicked in the clear water. (This article has been viewed.
The beautiful sentence about admission is 1. It's so quiet around, and the thin morning mist hangs over the campus. The magnificent teaching building is hidden in the faint morning fog, and the morning light of the whole campus is so warm and beautiful.
In the late autumn evening, I walked in the quiet campus, only to see the flowers withered, the leaves withered, the bare branches hung listlessly on the trunk, and the green grass in the past was now just yellow. Spring makes the earth look brand-new, gives all love to our school, gives us joy and hope, and urges us to make progress.
There is a green lawn in the middle of the playground. Students are willing to go to the lawn to read and play in groups. The sound of reading often attracts pedestrians outside the playground. In the midsummer afternoon, the golden sunshine shines through the rows of tall and lush Metasequoia branches and leaves next to the teaching building, and shines into the classroom window, which is particularly bright.
Overnight, the campus was covered in silver and the snow scene was beautiful. 2. Growing up like this, like a real fairy tale, is an unbeaten flower after suffering.
3. Always young, always act young, always unappreciative, always in tears! In the midsummer that never comes, the sunshine will remember our youth and grand love. Sadness is everywhere, once youth is over, prosperity will fade away sooner or later, and splendor will eventually converge on dullness.
6 sad stories don't write endings, never say goodbye, and lovers who stay together can't bear it. But, helpless.
7. Who walked through youth and left a smile; Who stays in whose flower season, warms the thoughts; Who disappeared from whose rainy season, tears streaming down her face. 8 gorgeous posture, how many people can know the inside story? Brave and mature, who can know its inner naivety? 9. Give up love because of love. This silence is the most affectionate confession. I hope you can understand 10. How to design an elevator for two people? The simple distance between up and down has opened a romantic overture for you and me.
1 1 Fate is an accident of life, a fate in the dark. Just like passing by casually, you will miss the agreement to grow up together. Sincere like that, you have endless conversations. And I can't tell whether you are friendship or missed love.
12. Please allow me to calm down and bury the past with silence. 13. It doesn't matter whether the love movie comes or goes. A person is quiet, and a person cries.
14. I struggled feebly for the world, but I lost to him in the end. 15. You are an unfinished song in my life. I can't sing the ending but it's hard to give up.
16. Don't cry because he left, but rejoice because he appeared. 17. You are your enemy, and only you can defeat you; You are your God, and only you can save you. 18. Life is like a trip. You don't care about the destination. What you care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery.
19. Quiet as a virgin and moving as a rabbit; If you don't sing, it will be a blockbuster! 20. pack up your mood and go on! If you miss the flowers, you will reap the rain. If you miss him, you will meet him. 2 1. Origin and extinction, deep and shallow, are beyond our control.
What we can do is to cherish the short time when karma met. 22. Flowers are not for anyone, but also for themselves; The world does not exist for anyone, nor does it exist for itself.
23. Remembering doesn't mean eternity, and forgetting doesn't mean it never happened. From holding hands with you to see the sky, destroying peach blossoms and laughing with me in the spring breeze ... 24. If the sky is going to die, I will fight; The earth will kill me, I want to move! My life is up to me. Oh, my god 25. Be good to yourself, because life is not long; Be kind to people around you, because you may not meet them in the next life. 1, don't charm me with gentle calls, don't charm me with Tingting's beautiful image, and don't make me suffer with affectionate eyes.
2, leave, simplify things, people become kind, like a child, we start again. 3. The moment I picked up my bag, the wind blew my hair tip; Thoughts fly in the clouds, dreams are wrapped in bags; I'm not going to walk alone during the long journey. Besides poetry, your voice and smile accompany me.
Not every effort will be rewarded, but every effort must be rewarded, which is an unfair and irreversible proposition. When you really love something, you will find how fragile and powerless the language is.
There is always a gap between words and feelings. 6. Hiding in a certain time and missing the palm print for a while; Hiding somewhere, missing someone standing on the road, on the road, makes me worry.
7. The noise and light in the world, the happiness and happiness in the world are like a clean stream. In the wind, in front of my eyes, it swam, and the warmth came out like a spring. I don't expect anything. I just want you to be happy and not sad. 8. The wind blows like a broken flower, and your smile is shaking, which has become the most beautiful ornament in my life. Look at the sky, the snow and the shadows of the seasons.
9. The space in which songs are formed is free, allowing years to come and go, so the faces of people who are still protected have never changed with great and endless hatred. 10, many of which we thought would never be 323131335323631303231363533e 78988e 69d 833133333333333.
1 1, memory is like water poured in the palm of your hand. Whether you open it or hold it tightly, it will still flow through your fingers drop by drop. 12. Lonely people always think of everyone who has appeared in their lives, so I always think of you counting my loneliness over and over again every night when the stars fall.
3. Poetry 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. Poems praising the campus: Four Seasons Songs of the Campus We come here noisily, and our young hearts are filled with infinite expectations. The world is wrapped in white. We vent our passionate feelings and radiate colorful green campus 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. We are looking forward to the new school year. The campus of the four seasons is becoming more and more colorful year by year. When we grow up, we silently leave a pure fertile soil, which breeds 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 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, and I don't know when I can tell you the truth.
5. Praise the new poetry. If the grass has no nectar, it will never enjoy the happiness of growing up. If there are no stars in the sky, people will lose the lighthouse they point to. If there is no gardener in the garden, it is just a barren land. What will happen if we don't have a teacher? Teachers are manna. She makes the grass grow sturdily. The teacher is a shining star. She showed us the route. The teacher is a diligent gardener. If there were no teachers, there would be no beautiful garden now. We thank you, teacher. You gave birth to us with your sweet and prosperous milk. You moistened the mountains outside the mountain with your hard sweat. Whose poem is this? What is the following sentence? Chen Qin can't remember clearly.
If you don't know, say you don't know-but you have to find out later. There are so many things you don't know, what reason can you be proud of? He remembers that when he was in primary school, his academic performance was always among the best. After being admitted to junior high school, I really realized the meaning of "green hills are there, and I am not afraid of burning firewood".
As soon as Chen Qin stepped into the gate of middle school, he was attracted by the environment there. Not long after, he heard a headmaster praise the school's poems: the mountains in northern Hebei in the south, the streams flowing on both sides, the National Defense Road in the east and the Miliangchuan in Yuan Ye in the west. Chen Qin felt very apt and touching about this poetic scene.
"If you want to catch up, you must go to a higher mountain!" He secretly made up his mind Chen Qin is a little partial to Chinese, and he can't catch up with other courses, which makes him taste the hardships of climbing mountains outside the mountain, which is even worse than swallowing sticky sweet potato leaves.
Although the country has experienced three years of natural disasters, Chen Qin's family still lives a life of "six months of bran vegetables and six months of dried sweet potatoes". Other students eat white corn steamed bread, which can only eat dried sweet potatoes, corn porridge and chaff.
However, whether attending class or studying by himself in the morning and evening under the gas lamp, he is so dedicated and serious, keeping a close eye on the mountain peak and trying to climb it. By the end of the first grade of junior high school, Chen Qin had been among the best in all subjects, especially his upgraded composition, which was regarded as a model essay of the third grade Chinese class in the cognition of the Chinese teaching and research section teachers, and attracted many students' praise.
"Is there a mountain outside the mountain?" It should be for sure. But when you stand on the top of the mountain, sometimes you won't be so sober, let alone a young teenager.
-adults are not necessarily so sober. So is Chen Qin.
He has an idea, by looking at the mountain peak, to see what the world outside the mountain is like. -For example, does the world outside the mountain also eat sweet potato leaves? A small change, it's really a long time since I updated my space. I always feel that I have the perseverance to update my space every day. However, time has once again proved her deterrent, and I find it very funny, because I have been ruthlessly destroyed by my little reserve.
There was a lot of unhappiness and unhappiness the other day, but life is so full of mysterious attraction. Even if it makes me black and blue, I still can't stop myself from feeling it and experiencing this strangeness for the first time and in my life. I don't want to write every little thing in the space. Since I study art, I can't always make others think that what I write is superficial, hehe, although my ability is extremely limited.
Take, for example, the poem I recently wanted to write praising the school. I already want to hit my head against the wall. It's really not creative However, I still hope to write some words that can make my heart tremble a little, although it is so subtle ... Many things happened during the May Day Golden Week. There are so many things to write, I always have no clue, except sorting out or sorting out ... things will increase immediately after I come back. I find that I always regard space as my outlet, and always write down countless complaints here, frozen in the bits and pieces of memory, so that such sadness and helplessness will become history and a scar that I will never erase when I grow up.
However, in reality, I don't like this. The only result of doing this is to make a big self become a wooden shell that I don't even know myself. Because I realize this, I will change myself slowly. Change this sacred place that I regard as the complete freedom of the soul:) Write a previous poem: I flew to heaven with the wings of the devil. When my soul left me one day, the elegy of life played in the sky for the first time, but I could only lie quietly in the same place, feel the pulse of the earth with my cold body, listen to the weakening vibration in my heart, and wait for the end of all this. When all the voices disappeared in my world, my still infatuated eyes slowly closed. In fact, I know I have left, but I also clearly understand that I am about to go to another world that did not belong to me. It has long been said that when the soul leaves the body, it is doomed that I must go from a familiar place to a strange place, whether I want to face this fact or not. In my opinion, it is obviously unnecessary to struggle and resist. Maybe I am such a resigned person. I don't know if god has had a meeting with me. Joke: When I was playing with my hands mercilessly and slowly lost consciousness, what appeared in front of me was a crossroads, which connected two completely different worlds, one called hell and the other called heaven. I knew a long time ago that in my original world, hell was full of demons with big mouths and heaven was full of angels with white wings, just when I made the right choice without hesitation. The road to heaven in front of me has disappeared so thoroughly, which is heartbreaking. Because of this, I firmly believe that all this is just a joke of God, and I am only a role in this joke, the only protagonist, and I am still obedient! Or suffer silently? Even though this is my nature and my original intention, I still can't suppress my sensibility with reason. The raging anger instantly burned the whole hell to an end.