Poems praising the campus

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 silently left the respondent: pumpkin with eyes open-the second best answer of the trainee magician comments 8-8 14:05 * * 5 praise: honey is cute 30-the trainee magician is very good. Comments: huangnn- the internship level is good. It is poetic to write about our feelings of going to school and leaving school. Comments: Yang Guang Life Insurance-I will comment and see all the comments during the probation period & > A pure fertile soil is pregnant with 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 to be useful and fly. You taught me to send flowers and leave a lingering fragrance in my hand. You taught me to make people smile and make my heart happy. Today, I will give you the most beautiful flowers. Today, I will give you the sweetest smile. The monument that stands in my heart forever has entered the campus. This book is full of fragrance. A warm wind blew by me. Campus is poetic. Campus is a long river of history, and campus is like the red leaves of Xiangshan. This is the ocean of poetry, and this is the paradise of flowers. Campus Four Seasons Song Golden Campus We come noisily, young hearts are filled with infinite expectations, and the world is white. 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 young faces are full of knowledge and look forward to the new school year. The campus with colorful seasons is year after year. In a blink of an eye, we grew up with the joy of growth (reprinted from the first model network//the first essay, please keep this mark. ) We silently left a pure fertile soil, which gave birth to 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 a 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. When will I tell you my heart? 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. Let us silently leave a pure fertile soil, which is pregnant with 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 a 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 dearest school is a monument that will never stand in my heart. June 5, 2009. . . The golden campus is full of noise, young hearts are filled with infinite expectations, and the world is white. We vent our fiery feelings and radiate the colorful life and green campus. Those ignorant teenagers sing praises of life. School poetry reading: Yes.