At school,
When I saw you,
I found intuitively that
You are my lost world.
I wish I could act.
Be appreciated
By you at school.
At school,
That would be pathetic.
Tell the story of suffering
I have experienced it.
I wonder if this is the best.
I've seen you.
At school.
At school,
Although I didn't say it.
There are many ways.
I've already shown it.
My behavior has been completed.
Whatever I want to say
At school.
At school,
I never thought.
fall in love
Will drive me crazy.
Well, this is better than
Makes me sad
At school.
At school,
When I get close to you
I know I'm stupid.
this is because
Suddenly,
I forgot who I am.
Studying.
At school,
Why are you sneering?
As I approached,
This really breaks me down.
Tell me what to do.
Ask you for a room
Inside and outside the school.
At school,
Sometimes it's hard.
I think I have to let go.
Something I want to have.
Although good things also
Can be found elsewhere.
Just like at school.
Is it okay?
2. English poems praising campus English poems: teachers' prayers (teachers' wishes)
I want to teach my students how to live on the earth.
Facing its struggle and conflict, improve their value.
Not only the knowledge in books or how rivers flow,
But no matter where they go, how to choose the right path.
To understand the eternal truth, to distinguish right from wrong,
Collect all the beauty of a flower and a song.
Because if I help the world grow wisdom and elegance,
Then, I will feel that I won and I filled my position.
So I asked for my guidance, God, let me do my part,
For character, self-confidence and inner happiness.
Teacher's wish
I want to teach students how to live,
How to face difficulties and improve yourself?
Not just books, knowledge or natural mysteries,
But how to make a good journey of life.
Learn to distinguish right from wrong, seek truth,
Discover the rhythm of beauty from ordinary drops.
If my existence makes the world a better place,
Then I have achieved my purpose in life.
As God as my witness, I wholeheartedly,
Interprets the true meaning of personality, self-confidence and happiness.
Is the teacher's okay?
My school is beautiful. My school is beautiful.
There are many beautiful girls in my school. There are many beautiful girls in my school.
My school is a place that I will always remember. My school is a place that I will always remember.
My school is famous for its famous teachers. My school is famous for its famous teachers.
This is a place where I can find friendship and happiness. This is where I find friendship and happiness.
We live a very happy life here. We live a happy life here.
This is also a place to teach me precious values ... this is also a place to teach me precious values.
Students from poor families can get grants.
Our teacher is very amiable and cares about us. He not only teaches us scientific and cultural knowledge, but also cares about us and guides our lives.
Our teacher is very amiable and cares about us. He not only teaches us scientific and cultural knowledge, but also cares about us and guides us in life. We live a very happy life here.
Some students from poor families can enjoy scholarships.
Students from poor families can get grants.
Our teacher is very amiable and cares about us. He not only teaches us scientific and cultural knowledge, but also cares about us and guides our lives.
Our teacher is very amiable and cares about us. He not only teaches us scientific and cultural knowledge, but also cares about us and guides us in life.
4. English poems related to schools 1. Where there is water, rushes,
Reed in the depression;
Skylarks soaring in the sky,
A flying swallow;
Where pale flowers used to hang.
Next is the ripe fruit.
2. fly away, fly over the sea,
Swallows who love sunshine, because summer has passed;
Again, again, come back to me,
Brought summer and the sun.
5. Describe the English composition of the school 7-8 sentences for reference only: My school.
My school is very beautiful. It's Nanhai Experimental School. There are three tall buildings in our school. They all have five floors. In the teaching building, the PE classroom is on the first floor. The library is on the second floor. The science classroom is on the third floor. The computer room is on the third and fourth floors. Music classrooms are on the third and fourth floors. My classroom is on the fifth floor. I'm in Class 9, Grade 6. There are five gardens in our school. There are many beautiful flowers, grasses and trees in the garden. There is a big playground in our school.
I like my school because it is very beautiful.
It's better to have be sentence patterns in writing this composition. Finally, you'd better express your feelings about the school. It's good to get straight to the point at the beginning.
6. The content of English poems about campus is about campus, and it's better to be shorter in school. When I saw you, I intuitively found that I found my lost world in you. I hope I can show it in school and get your appreciation. At school, it was too sad to tell the story of my sufferings. I wonder if it is the best for me to meet you at school. At school, although I didn't say it, I have made it clear in many ways. My actions have done everything I want to say in school. At school, when I approached you, I knew I was stupid, because I suddenly forgot who I was at school. When I approached you, why did you laugh at me? It really broke me down. Tell me what I can do to get a room from you inside and outside the school. Is it okay? .
7. Praise the school's poems. Say goodbye again, Cambridge!
I left quietly.
Just as I came here quietly;
I quietly waved goodbye.
To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
Golden willow by the river
Is a young bride in the sunset;
Their reflections in the waves.
Always haunting my heart.
A floating heart growing in the mud
Swing leisurely underwater;
In the soft waves of Cambridge
I will be a water plant!
The pool in the shade of elm trees
It is not water, but a rainbow in the sky;
Broken into pieces in the duck grass.
Is it the precipitation of a rainbow-like dream?
To dream?
Just to prop up the boat and go upstream
Go to a greener place;
Or make the boat full of stars
Sing loudly under the starlight.
But I can't sing loudly.
Silence is my farewell music;
Even the summer worm kept silent for me.
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly.
Just as I came here quietly;
I gently waved my sleeve.
I won't take away a cloud.
8. Another English poem praising the campus and saying goodbye to Cambridge.
-Xu Zhimo
I left quietly.
Just as I came here quietly;
I quietly waved goodbye.
To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
Golden willow by the river
Is a young bride in the sunset;
Their reflections in the waves.
Always haunting my heart.
A floating heart growing in the sludge
Swing leisurely underwater;
In the soft waves of Cambridge
I will be a water plant!
The pool in the shade of elm trees
It is not water, but a rainbow in the sky;
Break into pieces in duckweed
Is it the precipitation of a rainbow-like dream?
To dream? Just to prop up the boat and go upstream
Go to a greener place;
Or make the boat full of stars
Sing loudly in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't sing loudly.
Silence is my farewell music;
Even summer insects are silent for me.
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly.
Just as I came here quietly;
I gently waved my sleeve.
I won't take away a cloud.
1 1 6th/month 1928
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Swing leisurely under the water;
In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky,
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Take a wormwood,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
9. Who can help me find an English poem about school being too busy?
I have folded all my laundry.
Put it in the drawer.
I changed the sheets, made the bed,
Clean the floor of my bedroom.
I have emptied the garbage.
I also arranged lunch for tomorrow.
I baked some cookies for dessert.
Gave dad a snack.
I searched all over the house for pencils.
Sharpen each one.
There are so many things to do.
When must I do my homework?
10. Kneel for 2 campus poems, English poems ~ I finally got the first one after searching for a long time, captain! My captain, Captain walt whitman! My captain! Our terrible trip is over, the ship has withstood all kinds of tests, the trophy we are looking for has worn out, the port is near, I hear the bell, people are rejoicing, and with the eyes looking at the stable keel, the ship is cold and brave; Captain! My captain! Our terrible trip is over, the ship has withstood all kinds of tests, the trophy we are looking for has worn out, the port is near, I hear the bell, people are rejoicing, and with the eyes looking at the stable keel, the ship is cold and brave; But ah, heart! Heart! Heart! Ah, red blood drops! My captain lay on the deck and died cold. Ah, captain! My captain! Get up and listen to the bell; Get up-flags are flying for you-bugles are ringing for you, and bouquets and ribbons are presented for you-the crowds on the coast are crowded and shouting for you, and their eager faces turn; Here you are, captain! Dear father! This arm under your head; This is a dream. You fell on the deck and died of cold. My captain didn't answer, his lips were pale and motionless, my father couldn't feel my arm, he had no pulse and will; The ship has anchored safely and the voyage is over. From the terrible trip, the victorious ship entered the port with the goal of victory; Rejoice, the coast! Ring, oh, the bell! But I, with a sad heart, walked on the deck where my captain was lying, fell cold and died. Lord Alfred Tennyson, No.2 Eagle (1809 ~ 1892), gripped the cliff with bent hands; In a lonely land, close to the sun and surrounded by a blue world, he stood there. The wrinkled sea is crawling under his feet; He watched on his mountain wall and then fell like a thunderbolt. John keats's "Sleep", the third song, Oh, the gentle messenger of the silent midnight, closes our melancholy eyes with careful fingers and kind eyes, covered by light and sacred forgetting: Oh, the most quiet sleep! If you like, please close my willing eyes in your hymn, or wait for Amen before your poppy scatters hypnotic alms in front of my bed. Then save me, or the past days will shine on my pillow and breed many sorrows; Save me from my curious conscience, which still controls the power of darkness and digs holes like a mole; Turn the key skillfully and seal the coffin of my soul in the room full of oil. Richard Henry stoddard: Everything we have lost can be compensated. All our pains can be comforted: but once the dreamlike youth disappears, it takes away some beauty from our hearts and never comes back. Under the stricter rule of adults, we become stronger and better: but we still feel that something sweet flies away with youth and never comes back. Good things disappear, and we sigh in vain; We can see it everywhere, on the ground and in the air, but it will never come back! How do I love you? Elizabeth Barrett Browning, how can I love you? Let me count it carefully. I love you in depth, breadth and height that my soul can reach, even though I can't see it. For the purpose of existence and ideal elegance. I love you like the quietest need every day, under the sunshine and candlelight. I love you freely, like people fighting for justice; I love you purely, just as they avoid praise. I love you, with the passion of my past sadness and the faith of my childhood. I love you, and my love seems to be lost with my lost saint-I love you with my breath, smile and tears all my life! If God chooses, I will love them more after death. Sixth place, Alfred Tennyson crossed the beam, and a clear call was given to me! When I go out to sea, I hope there is no moaning of sandbars, but when the tide drawn from the boundless deep sea comes home again, the moving tide seems to be asleep, full of sound and foam. Twilight and dusk bells, and then the darkness! When I get on the boat, may there be no sadness of parting; Because beyond the boundary of our time and place, the flood may take me far away. I hope to meet my helmsman face to face when I have a sandbar. William wordsworth's seventh cuckoo song, the new blind man! I heard you. I heard you. I'm glad. Oh, cuckoo! Can I call you a bird, or just a wandering voice? When I was lying on the grass, I heard your double cry; From one mountain to another, it seems to come from far away and from near at the same time. Although you only talk to the valley of sunshine and flowers, you bring me a story of fantasy time. Welcome three times, baby of spring! Even you are not a bird to me, but an invisible thing, a mysterious voice; The same person I listened to when I was a student; That cry made me try my best to find it in the jungle, trees and sky. In order to find you, I often wander in the Woods and green spaces; You are still a hope, a love; .