beehive
The classroom is like a beehive.
The tables and chairs are arranged in an orderly beehive. Everyone sat down when the bell rang. Take (ji) from the teacher's teaching and (mi) from the books of all subjects. Sometimes, they follow the long river of history and fly to distant ancient times. Sometimes flying around in today's scientific community; Sometimes the book sounds loud; Sometimes writing rustles. Collect, explore and accumulate in the ocean of knowledge. Like golden bees collecting pollen in the sea of flowers, humming and longing in the camp. Busy storing honey in their hives.
Ah! Sweet beehive.
Bird Islet
After class, the campus is like bird island.
The beautiful symphony is spinning in heaven. Under the flowers, on the lawn playground, sweatshirts, colorful skirts ... fly, flowing figures, rotating dance steps, graceful charm, flying low like a bird (Xuan), jumping happily, dancing with wings like a bird, resting quietly, singing and laughing, like the noise of the tide (.
Bathe in the sunshine together, enjoy the joy, add warmth and enrich happiness.
Ah, a vibrant bird island.
petal
On the annual Teacher's Day, colorful petals are flying on the teacher's desk. You see, students' letters-light blue, pink, light green and light yellow ... send one sincere heart after another. Suddenly, a white dove flew out of the window and sent a cloud-a white letter. The teacher took it off with joy and looked at it.
Ah! Petals fly in turn and become fragrant flowers, blooming in the teacher's heart.
Spray spring
In Hong's campus, there is an endless fountain.
The glittering and translucent spray changes, just like a light and colorful water ballet. Listening to the beautiful jump, I miss the late gardener. The grandfather planted many colorful flowers for the school. Because the school had this fountain a day earlier, he went down against the scorching sun and built a pool. The sweat on his copper face merged into a stream. That day, I came to school at noon.
Looking at the fountain and listening to the sound of water, it seems that cheerful singing is accompanied by Nuo dance. Is there grandpa's sweat here? (Wei) Did he get rid of his labor?
Ah! Grandpa fell asleep forever, but the fountain was still awake.
Shu Gen
We are peach blossoms and plum blossoms, what a beautiful metaphor; We will be fruitful, what a wonderful future. When the flowers are full of branches and fruits, none of us will forget the roots that feed us. They silently absorb nutrients from the earth and pass them on to us.
Ah! Teacher, you are like a tree root. When we praise you with roots, you say:
Falling flowers will become the nutrition of the earth, and stones will also become roots! "
Ah! Let's solve the problem fundamentally and grow an elegant tree.