At the beginning of May, the spring scenery is pleasant and the weather is sunny. Looking for books in many rooms and seeing the scenery in the square group. The shadow of the building is covered, and the sun is still covered. Look at the grass by the roadside and the path in its garden. Lingao pine library, looking at the clean restaurant, walked into the spacious classroom and left the vast playground. The white wall is high and elegant; The red picture is horizontal, which is good news for a while. Fiona Fang is ten hectares, and the wilderness is vast; There are 100 classrooms to meet the teaching needs.
Strolling on the top floor and wandering in the promenade, you can see all the scenery. The campus is full of books, staring at the wall and thinking with longing. Frogs, drums and cicadas rhyme, accompanied by poems and books, seeking peace instead of noise, abandoning complexity and seeking seclusion. Walking in the corner of the campus, the grapes are ripe, the trees climb the wall, the birds sing flat, the flowers bloom with ambition, the peaches and plums are fragrant in spring, the golden waves are green in summer, the fruits are heavy in autumn, and the snow plums are fragrant in winter. Sitting in the distance, the playground is crowded with people, who are chasing pictures and singing freely in a thousand words. Loneliness and loneliness coexist, lamenting that life is short and time flies. The corridor is wide and long, lamenting the grandeur of the campus; Teachers talk about life theory and feel the mystery of knowledge. The poor mind is learning, and it swims happily in the scenery. Looking back suddenly, I was disheartened.