Poetry about campus 1. Poetry describing the campus
The first time I met lilacs in a campus poem, a tree with white flowers surged in front of me, so I asked what kind of flower it was. The friend replied, "This is lilac".
Is this lilac? Is this the bitter clove lamented by the poet in Yuxiang? I marvel at my ignorance, and even more at how charming this white flower can be. Indulge in the campus garden with friends and enjoy the scenery of flowers in full bloom.
Begonia, Rosa davurica, Crataegus pinnatifida, Paeonia suffruticosa and Paeonia lactiflora compete for beauty. Only the whiteness and purity of lavender are particularly attractive ... A friend pointed to lilac and said, "Have you smelled her carefully?" I shook my head. I thought that every flower is fragrant, not to mention cloves.
Pull out a flap and put it in front of your nose. "It tastes bitter," I said. My friend laughed and said, "Lilacs have bitter fragrance. Can't I afford it?" I am speechless.
Savoring my friend's words carefully, I think of the poem I read, and seem to understand why the poet in Yuxiang wrote the bitterness and beauty of acacia with cloves so touching and intriguing. It also seems to understand a truth: people are happy when they are in pain. We just seek happiness in suffering and turn suffering into happiness, writing and all walks of life.
What did you say?/Sorry? The golden tunnel is next to the dormitory and canteen forever, and it is full of winter jasmine. The yellow Lei Huang is colorful around us: the flowers slanting out of the road are like an extended eaves, under which we all bow when we come and go.
This is really like a golden tunnel. Isn't it? Dormitory is where we study and rest; What about the canteen? Students in the canteen: 323131335323635438+0343130323136353333e4b893e5b19e3133323.
How many stories can you tell by walking back and forth six times a day on this road ... If life is a silent struggle, then we must fight against nature, the objective environment and ourselves. When we come here to study, we have to face not only textbooks, but also a series of problems, as well as various tests of family, children, the elderly and our age.
As parents and children, our responsibilities and the role of life make us not only consider our studies, but also other things that we can't care about. Difficult, it seems just a square character that is not easy to write, but how difficult it is, only when you are in it, will you understand.
Unfortunately, quite a few of us are wandering in this golden tunnel. They regard sleeping and eating as the top priority in life, and come and go like walking dead. Is it easy to live like this? All production and life may be carried out in pain.
It should be said that the struggle between man and time is a cruel struggle. Although there is no sword and shadow in this struggle, there is no blood dripping. However, lost time will never be recovered.
Everything that wants to be quiet and comfortable is actually to escape difficulties. Only brave people can face life squarely and face life.
No matter how difficult the future is, as long as we cherish the present, there will be a future. Golden tunnel, the runway in my memory! The tung tree in front of the window is flush with the window. Last autumn, it covered with green leaves to shelter us from the wind and rain, and we felt its friendship very much.
No wonder, in the cold of winter, I stood at the window on the fourth floor, worried that snow would crush its branches. However, after several snows, it still stands high in front of our window. When spring comes, its branches change from gray to purple.
One day, I actually found snow-clear buds on its branches. In a few days, they suddenly bloomed and formed lavender clouds. Tung flowers are so chic, and there are strings of flowers on the bare branches, which are exquisite and elegant.
Standing at the window and looking at the beauty of the flowers scattered on the branches is really like reading a poem, which is full of interest. Probably only tung trees bloom first and then grow leaves. Plums don't shed their leaves, and figs don't bloom. Tung oil tree is unique in that it blooms first and leaves are exposed from its branches after flowering.
We often say: "Red flowers with green leaves", the beauty of tung flowers does not need any embellishment. Just like a noble personality, pure, simple and different.
Tung flower is not only elegant, but also has a pioneering spirit without hesitation. Its spirit comes from the strong trunk of the tung tree and its stalwart body.
Tung tree, the tung tree in front of my window. Willow on the wall There is a curved willow on the high wall, swaying in the wind, which worries me for a long time.
Every time I walk through this wall, I feel that my life is oppressed by willows and walls. I wonder how willows grow here. A closer look reveals its secret. It turned out that a short rain trough stretched out from the root of the willow tree. Over the years, the sink has rotted and broken, and the rain has flowed down, just passing through the roots of willow trees.
Because of the wall and water, this willow tree grows day by day. Looking at this willow tree, I suddenly understood that everything has its cause and its fruit. The existence of this willow tree is a miracle, and it also contains some truth.
But I am convinced that this willow will not grow into a big tree after all. Although it can flow so smartly in the wall, how much can it endure? 2 Campus Poetry So, I thought of an aesthetic problem, pure art, its vitality will not last long, and art for art's sake can only enter a dead end. Only when art is rooted in the earth and fertile soil can there be lush scenery. It is raining cats and dogs. Walking in the rain must be poetic, right? However, we live very tired, and we don't always have leisure and elegance. We walk in the garden in the rain, even if we don't care about our own state of mind, don't we consider other people's eyes? It's raining on campus today, but we must go for a walk. Although the rain is fierce and the raindrops are urgent, the green trees washed by the rain are so green that they are really worth appreciating.
There is no umbrella, no rain gear, my hair is wet, my thin shirt is soaked, and the footsteps of walking aggravate the urgency of the rain. The raindrops jumping on the lawn are constantly changing, and the fresh veins make people feel that the world is really happy.
The rain kept falling, and many beads of rain were strung on the branches, and the buds fell one after another. What a pity. The first rain of this new year washed away the residual dust of a winter and knocked down countless budding new cuisines.
Without this rain, many new buds will grow, but without this rain, no new buds will grow. This is the law of nature. Utilitarianism comments on rain, which seems to be a little different.
2. Praise campus poetry
The poems describing the campus are as follows: 1, "Campus Morning Melody" In the early morning, my thoughts were caught in a tangled thread, and there was no way to escape. The sound of books on campus casts the ladder of dreams. In the depths of weeping willows, the confused rhythm of unknown birds directly expressed my melancholy. The long journey made me as tired as a horse on an ancient road. I looked for images among the flowers, and the pomegranate tree showed a flaming smile. Those budding elves are like a pair of expectant eyes. The messy and dusty manuscript paper on my desk is like an orphan girl in the Song Dynasty. I really need a Tianzhu bird to lead or wake up the shy clouds full of girls in the sky and start to decorate gracefully. There is a headlight around me. 2. "Beautiful Campus" Spring on campus is like a delicate flower, and the flowers that wake up spit out fragrance.
The long hibernation has accumulated energy and made the campus in spring full of life. Summer on campus, like blooming flowers, has become more intense after being washed by thunderstorms.
Spring rain is like a young girl, caring for flowers and giving a jumping note to the summer campus. Autumn on campus is like a ripe fruit, harvesting ripe fruit, and happiness reverberates on campus.
The wind and rain made this flower experience ups and downs, and also made the campus in autumn have a sweet smile. Winter on campus, although not as gentle as spring, not as cheerful as summer, not as sweet as autumn, has a quiet atmosphere.
This long rest can make the flowers bloom again next year. 3. The "beautiful campus" is in its youth. We are like flowers growing in such a beautiful campus. The beauty of youth blooms in such a beautiful campus. The road from the dormitory to the classroom is covered with flowers. The sunshine is full of green grass buds. Glittering water drops are dripping. The green jumping avenue caught the passing lights. In such a beautiful campus, trees and flowers breathe the breath of youth, and the sound of piano echoes in the air. The children's red faces are full of ideals. Believe in courage and joy in such a beautiful campus, a cypress tree is bent sweetly. It has thought, flesh and blood, and soul. It is the soul of our campus. It symbolizes the eternal direction and mission of youth. It starts from the heel and leans towards the national flag, but its upper body is as straight as a flagpole. It greeted the rising sun side by side with the red flag and watched the sunset go away. It caresses and kisses the red blood, and the blood boils like fire. The rising sun in eastern Ran Ran burned many schools. Don't miss the beauty in front of you, and don't wait until one day you are so sad: I don't regret not looking at you carefully, your plants, flowers, birds, fish and insects, and the books bathed in the courtyard. I'm just looking for the hazy footprints of youth in my mind, and I don't regret not getting close to you until I leave you. Your complexion, your skin and eternal vitality. I really want to go back to your arms and kiss your green and red everywhere. I really want to say thank you to every tree and flower and leave a smile until I leave you. I regret not caring for you wholeheartedly. I didn't gently wipe the tears from my eyes for you. I didn't talk to the flowers, enjoying their beauty quietly. Now I find you so beautiful. I find that your youth has been quietly decorated by you. Happiness and beauty have quietly passed away, and I find myself living in my own shadow. And you-a beautiful campus-have been sunny. Why is everything? I always feel in hindsight that in such a beautiful campus, there are beautiful girls, young teachers, poets and our happy dances. How can I not love her?
School (English: school) refers to an organization in which educators systematically carry out educational activities for the educated in a planned and organized way. The name originated in the Republic of China.
School education is a purposeful, systematic, organized and planned social activity carried out by full-time staff and specialized institutions. Its direct goal is to influence the physical and mental development of the educated, and finally make the physical and mental development of the educated reach the predetermined goal. The Western Zhou Dynasty called the school "Biyong", where a few slave owners and nobles studied.
In ancient times, schools were called Yao, Xu, Xue, Xiao and Shu. At the beginning, it was not only a specialized educational institution, but also a place to study and support the elderly. After the Revolution of 1911, the Ministry of Education announced the new academic system, and the "school" was renamed as "school", which has been in use ever since.
3. What are the poems about "campus"
Campus poetry, the classic masterpiece "Prosperity of Love" and "Happy Campus".
The Prosperity of Love: After watching The Last Summer of Twenty, I stopped at a myth. For many years, you have been praising my genius and encouraging me to be my own audience. Moving to another city ignores my concern for you, and I will talk to strangers when I explore the road, but I can't get rid of the punishment because of you.
It turns out that love has to work hard to realize how great you are, and at that time I had already drifted away from the clouds. Happy campus: The campus is an extension of the long river of history, and the campus is as bright as 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.
We are happy, we are happy, because our campus is a paradise of dreams.
4. Campus Poetry
Walk into the campus
This book is full of fragrance.
Warm wind,
Blow around.
Campus is poetry,
The campus is a painting.
Campus is a long river of history,
The campus is Xiangshan, with red leaves like fire.
This is the ocean of poetry,
This is a paradise for flowers.
We work here,
We harvest here.
Our campus,
It is a paradise of dreams!
Four seasons songs on campus
Golden campus
We came noisily.
Young mind
Full of infinite expectations
The world in plain clothes
We let off steam.
Passionate feelings
The colorful life of radiation
Green campus
Those ignorant teenagers
Publicize the glory of life
Appreciate the infinity of knowledge
Hot campus
Those young faces
Full of knowledge
Looking forward to the new school year
Four seasons campus
Every year is more colorful.
at once
We have grown up.
therefore
With the joy of growing up
We left silently.
On pure and fertile land
It breeds our hope for tomorrow.
We are eager to be an eagle in the future.
Soar above the sky
it's you
Let my life have a good start.
it's you
Aroused my curiosity.
it's you
Help me become useful and help me fly.
You taught me.
Give someone flowers, leave a lingering fragrance in your hand.
You taught me.
Increase people's smiles and make their hearts happy.
today
I want to put the most beautiful flowers.
today
I want to put the sweetest smile
give you
My dearest school
A monument that will always stand in my heart.
On a main road,
I remember there was a primary school auditorium.
There is the sound of reading in the morning.
Lang Lang:
Everyone is a real pillar.
Despite the storm,
Soaring in all directions.
Now I look at my hometown in tears,
Vast:
When will I tell you my heart?
5. Praise campus poetry
"The study is full of two songs" Author: Weng Chengzan Tang Dynasty, the pond was four or five feet deep, and the fence fell two or three flowers.
Passers-by don't have to ask their last names often. My home is reading. When I came back from official business, my clothes were buried in the snow and my children were lit in the hut.
People don't have to talk about the rich and the poor, and the reading sound is the best. The pond is four or five feet deep and there are many kinds of flowers in the fence.
Passing guests don't need to ask their last names often. My home is reading. The official came back and changed into a small hut with snow burial and children's lanterns.
People don't necessarily talk about the rich and the poor, only the sound of reading is the most exciting. The extended information campus is a place where students live and study, and all activities on campus belong to campus life.
Most of campus life focuses on learning, supplemented by extracurricular activities, and follows the outline of quality education promulgated by the Ministry of Education to train qualified intellectuals for the society. Campus life includes study, emotion, entertainment, clubs and so on.
Campus community is an important part of campus life. Every campus has a variety of campus clubs, from student unions to literary clubs. Campus journals are also essential on campus. They bear the campus culture, enrich students' campus life and serve as a platform for students to exchange literature or professional knowledge.
6. Ancient poems describing campus
Campus poetry
classroom
Outside the window in March
A flashy world
The spring breeze swings on the willow branches.
The birds are preparing for the singing contest.
The students were drowned in the ocean of problems.
Verify the formula that our ancestors have proved.
A student looked out of the window with ecstasy.
The slap fell and the bird flew away.
Give it to my teacher.
Years by the river
A silent old tree
How many years?
Stick to poverty and be calm.
How cold and hot?
How many ups and downs
What's the fun of casting shadows under white clouds to force green?
Why sow roots in the dark?
Flocks of happy birds
Sing in your arms and leave.
A group of children
Growing in your shade
Then step on the missing eyes and walk on a road of no return.