Short Poems on Campus 100

1. What's the 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. 2. How many years of seasonal cycles, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, you are a red candle burning bright life, and how much blood and sweat you have sacrificed. You don't want to stay in the long river of history, but you spread the fire of wisdom with your true feelings. Just like the spring silkworm dedicated her life's loyalty, just like the winter plum sang the song of early spring. How many invisible nights, how many bright lights, there is a figure in front of your desk in the long night, you add hair in your hair, you laugh on the three-foot platform, and you shorten the distance between hearts with your love. You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow, and you are the guide that leads people out of the maze of science. Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart. Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart. 3, four degrees of spring breeze, several autumn rains washed the gap. Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker. Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. Beibei is the time when you are wrapped in green leaves, like a smile in your sleep. Spring is your holiday song full of schoolbags. Just take out a song and jump around your mouth. Prosperity is your waiting. When you can control the world, colorful dreams will come true with your creation. You are the earliest festival and the most eternal expectation of mankind. You are the earliest enlightenment and the greatest hope of mankind. 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. We left silently. 6. Motherly love is a blood connection and a blessing for children. Motherly love is like the wind in spring. Motherly love is green, when she gently blows across the earth. But the clouds in the sky always let the hot sun pass through her first, and it is the peace of the earth in exchange for the wind and rain. Motherly love is the sunset after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky. The beautiful teaching building on campus 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. See the cloud picture clearly from a distance, the grass is green, the river bends, and the diameter is long. Birds fly by under the blue sky and white clouds. Summer color is not strong, rice and wheat are yellow. In the faint wind, there were bursts of songs and several scholars were walking. In the field, the sunset glow was sent away and the sunrise was ushered in. The memory of a primary school taught me to sail from now on. Although the ends of the earth, this feeling is unforgettable. Despite all the disasters, I'm still crazy. Raise the sails, ride the wind and waves, and then nurture the pillars of ten thousand generations. During the journey, it was in full swing and radiant.