In spring, our campus is full of flowers, bees are busy picking honey, and butterflies join in the fun, not to mention the birds singing and twittering, so happy! Grass crawled out of the soil, looking at this strange world, the earth seemed soft and the students were playing on it. There are still catkins in the campus in spring. The naughty little seed fell on the students' faces, which made them laugh.
In summer, the wind is very hot, and the students' faces are hot and hot, as hot as a stove. The playground seems to be cracked, and cicadas call in the tree, as if to say, "It's hot, it's hot." The grass was too hot to lift its head and the flowers faded. They all hope for a heavy rain. Suddenly, dark clouds were gathering and it began to rain cats and dogs. Wash everything on the playground, the trees are greener, the flowers are redder and the grass is more energetic.
In autumn, there are yellow leaves everywhere in the school. Now there are only a few branches left on the lush tree. They are not happy. The tender skin of the grass has turned yellow. It seems that there are fallen leaves on campus, and it seems that ships are sailing and butterflies are flying. How beautiful!
In winter, the school becomes a white world wrapped in silver. The snow on the branches dressed the branches as silver bars, and the whole tree looked like a fairy dancing. The playground has been watered into a skating rink, and students can also play on it.
School is the world where we study and the paradise where we grow up. I love my school.