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The dawn on campus comes the earliest, and the dawn on campus has the best scenery. The earth is still sleeping, the night is not over, and there are already many people on campus. How many people are reading and reciting by the roadside, in front of the building and under the street lamp? Lang Lang's reading sound flutters gently in the Yuan Ye. Square, spring, the end of the road, how many people are pondering and thinking. The seeker fully spread his wings of thought. Gradually, the eastern sky turned into a fish-belly white. Gradually, the rosy clouds dyed the sky red ... Only those who leave early know when the dawn will come to the world; Only diligent people know that the harder you accumulate knowledge, the sweeter it will be. In the distance, the sound of cars changed the dynasty; Cloud, music. Is this announcing the beginning of a new day, or urging people to catch up with the early walkers? Yes, the dawn on campus comes the earliest, and the dawn scenery on campus is also the best! The sky outside the window gradually darkened; The night is getting deeper and deeper. Red tiles, white walls, green trees ... everything was swallowed up by darkness, and all her colors worth flying and showing off were lost. Only the window of the teaching building in the distance shines with charming eyes and attractive light, which is particularly transparent and dazzling. Through the bright window, I seem to see rows of young college students squatting on desks, quietly reviewing the lessons, textbooks, handouts, notes and homework of the day ... absorbed and thinking hard. Yes, a good harvest depends on hard work; If you want to flourish, you must have a deep foundation. Through the bright window, I seem to see groups of young college students, talking and laughing around the white-haired teacher, so kind and harmonious. The teacher's voice taught me, no, it was the milk of wisdom, which poured into my heart bit by bit. Through the bright window, I seem to see young college students in twos and threes discussing enthusiastically: what is the pursuit of life? How to make your own contribution in the new century? I seem to hear a sonorous voice: keep pace with the times, be an honest and upright citizen, do your best for the cause of socialism, and die. As the night deepens, the windows of the teaching building in the distance are brighter and more dazzling. What I see is not just bright lights, but a generation of outstanding talents and the shining future and future of the motherland. Second, the four seasons on campus 1. With the wishes of relatives and friends, with new expectations, we bid farewell to the warm harbor of our home and entered the cold and warm campus. All the flowers here bloom once a year, year after year. A year's plan starts with spring. This is a sowing season, and Xue Hai in Shushan is the land where students work hard. This is a beautiful season, and young girls are scrambling to put on gorgeous clothes before spring. The beauty and vitality of their youth swayed under the campus sky, driving away the last chill in the chilly spring! This is also an affectionate season, and the campus is full of spring and vitality. In this season, the hearts of boys and girls are like a green grass, which inadvertently turns the whole sky green! Sophora japonica blooms, and summer is here. For every member of the campus, the pure and warm Sophora japonica never stingy with her moving beauty. Summer campus, cool and quiet, is a pure land away from glitz and noise. Here, there is only the sound of reading, and there is no free and fresh breath of impurities. Of course, there are cicadas, orioles, wild roses and Chinese rose. This is a rare holy land and seclusion in downtown; But the restless thirst for knowledge is stronger than the rich fragrance of Sophora japonica! This season, it is always easy to remind people of many past events, and many details in the past events are always related to Sophora japonica on campus. Some people say that the strings of Sophora japonica are wind chimes left by lovers, which opens our pure first love and affectionate youth. Perhaps, the meaning of Sophora japonica does not stop there. The understanding of some things may always make people feel contradictory in the season of our lifetime. Some people say that this is the harvest season, and freshmen are stepping into the long-cherished university hall to reap the success and joy of hard work in the exam; Some people say that this is the season of parting, because at this time of year, a group of young students bid farewell to their dear teachers and friends one by one, leave school and open up another brand-new and unfamiliar world. Therefore, in this season, many people are always deliberately avoiding those sad poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, always drinking injured beer but pretending to be heroic. In fact, this season is the most colorful and the closest to the reality of life. Because this season, we flinched and struggled; There is gathering and dispersion; There are forgetfulness and unforgettable memories. This is our college life, affectionate, mysterious, beautiful and pure! The campus in winter always makes people feel respected. Ten years of cold window, ten years of grinding a sword. This is a test that every aspiring young man must pass. Real heroes often use their enthusiasm to penetrate the biting cold! The wise man said: a real cold window breeds real hope. For heroic and withered young students, the wind and snow all over the sky are just youthful and chic poems; How can we freeze the endless thoughts and colorful dreams of youth in the nine days of freezing cold? What's more, the parcel mailed at home also carries the deep thoughts of parents and family, the encouragement and care of teachers and friends, and is the hot coal sent in time in the cold winter at the end of the year, burning with the warmth that you will never forget! Therefore, even if the cold wind blows and winter comes, I still like to walk on campus, watching the strong north wind and writing warm and holy poems! Third, the campus concept chalk mountain descendants, innocent and pure. Thousands of filters crystallize into a gentle spirit. No matter where it floats, it can't change the nature of the rock. Slender and strong, not curved. Grind yourself down bit by bit, and let those thirsty souls and tired thoughts rejuvenate. White is often accompanied by black. Without a blackboard, how can it have fine functions? How can you write freely without the blackboard? We must work together in everything, but can a successful person go it alone? Modesty and justice. Every stroke and painting objectively shows the writer's mental journey. The ambition of a loyal minister and a good general, even if imprisoned in the darkness of the prison, will eventually shine with the sun and the moon and warm the world for thousands of years. The false letters of traitors and thieves, even if they hang high in the sky, can only be cloudy for a while and will eventually disappear into the world. Away from the mountains, the texture remains the same. No matter where you write it, no matter who writes it, every stroke runs through the writer's heart and soul. Seriously, go calm down. Into dust, fluttering, without a trace. The blackboard is pure black and warm black. The clear spring moistens the tenderness of all beings and wipes the chaotic soul. Black and clear, black and clear. Just like a cheerful stream, it always writes its feelings on its face. Black is really not beautiful, but it is never unreasonable to admire white. If white is dazzling and you can't figure out the depth of talent, it's not as reassuring as black. Absorb dust without regrets, turn spring breeze into rain, and moisten things silently. When the black paint on his face faded, his fiery and pious heart calmed down. Black is a pure reflection of the soul. Black is the identification code of nature. Not ashamed of ugliness, but proud of black. What is purer than your black? What's darker than your black? The platform is only three feet, so don't underestimate it. Although not as talented as Yan Zhaowang and Huang Jintai, the evaluation and grading of the actors in front of the stage are accurate. Bow your head in front of people who are willing to turn themselves into a wisp of white smoke, and that is the ladder. You can reach the moon, and Yun Fan will help the ocean. Look down on your bones: if you are a monk for a day, you will talk about it in Kan Kan, like withered seeds scattered in fertile fields, making autumn cry. Worship preachers who learn to pour out their feelings and give lectures; I have great respect for those who are willing to work hard for Ganniu. The food of knowledge gradually enriches the malnourished body, and the essence of wisdom is orderly, enlightening the ignorant mind. There is a tacit understanding on stage and off stage. The three-foot platform is too short, but I look up and listen, and I never slack off. Weigh the weight, be objective and fair. Boiled and boiled, completely different. Don't you see-the pious man is plucking hair from the corner of the table, and the blasphemer falls off the table.