Poetry recitation is not less than 8 minutes.

Stepping into the campus, the book is overflowing. A warm wind blew around us. Campus is poetry, campus is painting. 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. We cultivate here, and we harvest here. Our campus is a paradise of dreams! The golden campus is full of people, and the young mind is full of infinite expectations. The world is wrapped in 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 immature faces are full of harvested knowledge. Looking forward to the new school year, the campus of the four seasons is colorful. Year after year, we grow up in a blink of an eye, so we are silent with the joy of growing up. Silently leave a pure fertile soil, 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 give flowers and leave 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?