Write a poem about the school in grade one 1. Poetry about campus in primary schools is suitable for grade one. Ask for help.
sky blue
pale bluish green
Our campus is like a garden.
Xinnuannuan
Warm
We all love campus.
The teacher's warning
The deep concern of the students
The sky of knowledge soars
The ocean of learning is swimming.
We like the blooming flowers on campus.
We like the rising sun every day.
radiant
Tibbie
How sweet the laughter on campus is.
How loud the songs on campus are.
We like the beautiful campus.
We sing together.
Walking on the campus path in the morning
Our hearts face the sun.
2. First-year prose poems about campus
Our school is really beautiful!
Third-grade students
In spring, flowers bloom on campus, branches begin to sprout and swallows come.
In summer, cicadas crow on campus, and under the scorching sun, they compete to sing.
In autumn, the leaves on campus slowly fall, red and yellow, very beautiful.
It began to snow in winter, and the ground turned white, like wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket.
How beautiful the four seasons with pleasant scenery on campus are!
Our future is as colorful as this beautiful campus!
Music color fountain
second-year students
There is a colorful music fountain in our school. At noon, the colorful music fountain opens, and the fountain dances happily with the accompaniment of music under the sunlight. It sometimes runs, sometimes jumps and sometimes rotates, just like an excellent ballet dancer performing. Especially the colorful colors reflected from the edge of the fountain make the fountain more beautiful. At night, under the colorful lights, the fountain has a new change. It became a colorful castle, a fairy tale, and a small garden. The fountain in the middle is like a colorful tree, and the small fountains around it are like small mushrooms, grass and flowers. The colorful fountain at night is like a changing magic palace, which is more beautiful and charming than at noon. Thanks to the colorful musical fountain, our campus has become more beautiful.
3. Ancient poetry from grade one to grade five.
The picture is colorful from a distance, but the water is silent. The flowers are still there in spring, but people are not surprised to see the birds coming. I always thought this was not an ancient poem. Some people say it was written by Wang Wei, while others say it was a work of the Qing Dynasty. Mowing grass in Li Shen at noon, sweating like a pig. Who knows that every meal is hard. The original title of this poem is "sympathy for farmers". This is one of the third-grade textbooks collected since the 1990s. Ten thousand seeds were harvested in autumn, and farmers starved to death. "Xiao Chunmeng Haoran I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. The boundless grass on the white grass Juyi Plain never completely consumed them with the coming and going of wildfires in each season, and they were tall again in the spring wind. The original title of the poem is "Farewell to Ancient Grass". It's a five-character poem, followed by four sentences: "sweet they press on the old high-road, Emerald meets a barren city. It's also for the prince and grandson. "There are two ancient poems in the fifth volume. In the morning, Li Bai of Baidicheng bid farewell to the colorful clouds in Bai Di and returned to Jiangling one day. The apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man. Du Fu's quatrains are two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying into the sky. Outside the window is a thousand autumn snows in Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door. In book six, there are two ancient poems that I didn't learn. I climbed the stork tower. Walk up a flight of stairs. Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river, loves the beauty of perch. You can see a boat in the storm. The textbooks published at the beginning of the fourth grade are co-edited by four provinces and cities. The ancient poems collected in the seventh textbook are Dengque Building and Fisherman on the River. The eighth book is "Early Send Baidicheng" and "Jueju". I've only participated. I haven't learned how to climb the lake and the fisherman on the river. There are seven ancient poems in Book Nine. Lesson 65438 +06 "Three Ancient Poems" because the senior class has already learned it. Anyway, we didn't learn to follow them in our small class. Look at Lushan Waterfall, Li Bai's Rizhao incense burner emits purple smoke. Looking at Qianchuan Waterfall from a distance, it flies straight down thousands of feet. Suspicious. There are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. One night near Fengqiao, I parked Zhang Jishuang night, Jiang Feng, fishing and sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship. These three ancient poems are really wonderful! Inadvertently, I have become familiar with it, but it is always a pity that I have not learned it. Lesson 34 is four ancient poems. Huang Helang sand, Wan Li, waves and winds from the horizon. Now I'm going straight to the galaxy, to Penny Weaver's house. 17 watched the tide in Chen Shidao for a long time and went to Baihong, but Yao Tai missed the Jade Cup. On a sunny day, I shook the bottom of Qingjiang River. After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake was different from that at four o'clock: the next day, the lotus leaves were infinitely blue, and the colors reflected by the lotus flowers in the sun were different. Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan, there are no birds in the mountains, no footprints in the thousand paths, a boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. For our small class, we have only studied ancient poetry for one year. Langtaosha is the seventh ancient poem we have learned since we went to school. Because apart from textbooks, everyone is happy that they have no chance to read more ancient poems. There are eight ancient poems in Book 10. Lesson 6 "Four Ancient Poems". Willow and Zhang Zhi Jasper are decorated into a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. I wonder who cut these beautiful leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. It's not worth Ye Shaoweng's pity to visit the park, but Chai Fei won't leave for a long time. Spring can't close the garden, and an apricot goes out of the wall. In spring, Zhu Shengri looks for the waterfront, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. He knows it's always spring when the east wind blows. In Xugongdian, a new town, Yang Wanli's hedges are sparse all the way, and the flowers on the trees are not shaded. The children hurried to catch up. Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found. 3 1 class is four ancient poems. Su Shi's topic is Xilin wall, which looks like a mountain peak on the side of the mountain, with different heights. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain. I don't know how to swim in Shanxi village, but I don't laugh at farmers' wine and wine. I keep enough tourists in good years. The mountain overlapping water flow twists and turns is worried that no way can walk, the willow green flowers suddenly appear a mountain village. Hengxitang seems to be a good village for Yu. The smoke is misty and the rain is dark. The east wind dyed 3,000 hectares, and the egrets had nowhere to stop. Yang Wanli's eyes in the small pool cherish the trickle silently, and the shade of the tree loves the soft water of the sun. Xiao He only shows sharp corners, and dragonflies have long stood on it.
4. Write a poem about the school
Flowers bloom and fall a few degrees. A hundred years is just a flick of a finger. A full moon, a full moon, ebb and flow, a hundred-year journey. From walking out of the bath yesterday to visiting the primary school in today's sunshine. It has experienced a hundred years of cold and heat, ten years of trees, a hundred years of people, and the shade of small trees can gradually grow into a rich volume. Since then, I have listened to the sound of the river day and night. Alas, it's like a song. More than 30,000 days are quietly turning, and the sun is enthusiastically igniting the flame of life. When these more than 30,000 days and nights become yesterday, dear alma mater, please allow me to poetically open the century-old picture scroll. Please allow me to listen to the confession of a hundred years, and relive your glorious course and your long and colorful journey together. The sonorous singing along the way has turned into an inclusive and people-oriented mind. Ten thousand years is too long to seize the day. A spirit of situation assessment and courage first, learning to be a teacher is an example, and a spirit of unity and cohesion that is willing to be a ladder. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains look very short under the sky. It is not a hundred years of vicissitudes, but it is also a long-lasting storm. Looking back, ups and downs have become your calendar, ups and downs have become your music. The wheel of time is always drifting away in the disappearing footsteps, and the past is gradually fading away in the washing of time, but we will never forget it because of your history. It's a starry sky, and your future will be a huge ship. Teachers pour wisdom and sweat into the sublimity of life to make it immortal and build a spiritual home into a first-class one. My dear alma mater will be a celebration song. With the autumn harvest flying, please allow me to insert exciting notes on your happy face. When the laughter of the celebration is accompanied by the maturity of autumn, please allow me to use the purest, truest and most beautiful songs for you and for us. Come with the glory and dreams we have. Colleagues who share joys and sorrows make our youth, sweat and life endless from generation to generation. * * * Let's talk about the eternal legend and pursue a love.
5. A poem describing the campus
When a tree with white flowers fell in front of you, I asked what 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, and only the whiteness and purity of clove 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?
6. Write a poem praising the school.
Farewell to Cambridge
Xu zhimo
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to greener grass;
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
Extended data:
School-level classification:
1, kindergarten
Kindergarten is an institution where people receive education before entering primary school. Theoretically, it is to make children spend their childhood more happily and adapt to collective life. Usually children aged 3 to 6. Preschool is a transitional stage for some underdeveloped areas to adapt their children to the collective life one year before primary school.
2. Primary school
Primary school is a school where people receive formal education at the initial stage and is an important part of basic education. Generally, children aged 6- 12 are of primary school age, and the length of primary education at this stage is 6 years. The main courses taught are Chinese, English, mathematics, ideology and morality, art and so on.
3. Junior and senior high schools
Ordinary junior high schools (junior high schools), ordinary senior high schools (senior high schools), senior vocational schools/vocational high schools (vocational high schools), secondary specialized schools (technical secondary schools) and technical schools (technical schools).
4. University
Full-time universities, independent colleges, higher vocational colleges, junior colleges, colleges and research institutes. Among them, primary school and junior high school belong to the nine-year compulsory education stage in China.
5. Non-academic education
Preschool education, preschool education, special education (schools for the blind and deaf, etc.). Training schools at all levels, such as China Zheng Tong Education Civil Servant Training School under the National School of Administration, China Zhengtong Police Training Center of Politics and Law, primary and secondary school training schools and counseling and training institutions.
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7. Write poems on campus
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.
If it is a teenager, I also have two songs here.
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.
8. Write a poem about campus
I like to travel in the world of books and experience wonderful life. I like the days when I am accompanied by books, filling the ocean of my heart; I like to walk in the ocean of knowledge, so that I can have a spiritual home. I am familiar with that feeling, just as I have been looking forward to it for a long time. At this moment, it has come to my side and flowed into my heart. Reading has become an indispensable part of my life; Reading makes me feel the wonderful book; Reading makes me feel the joy of life; Reading has given me the true meaning of life.
Someone said, "Life is like a book. Only by going deep into it and chewing slowly can we realize the meaning of life and understand the wonderful life. " I turn this book page by page, which is the continuation of my life; I read page after page, but I was intoxicated by the smell; I looked at it page by page, and it was my life that kept showing.
Life is like a play, with falsehood and truth. The book expresses the plot, which is a true representation of life. Maybe this is the real life. As Xu Zhimo wrote in his poem, "I left gently, just as I came gently. I waved my sleeves and didn't take away a cloud." Life is like this. From the moment you were born, you were covered with a layer of skin, which doomed you to struggle and struggle Is it a mediocre life or a beautiful and prosperous journey? Hold the swing in your hand. Books accompanied me to grow up, and I had hardships and setbacks on the stormy road of my life. It is books that have taught me the truth of being a man, pointed out the direction for me, and made me no longer hesitate on the road of life. I should thank it, it let me appreciate the profoundness of knowledge and explore the mystery of life. Sometimes, I think books are like my sincere friends. When I am lonely, I am warm with them. When I am confused, I am glad to have its guidance. I am used to the days when I get along with books, and I enjoy the warmth of home. Let me wander away from home and feel the feelings of my loved ones. I envy it, its world is wonderful, but I don't regret it, because I believe that with books, my life is also wonderful.
On a sunny day, breathing fresh air, I feel that this is also a new beginning.