Our school is like a big garden, how beautiful and lovely it is, and we thrive here.
When we walked into the classroom, we saw the thick fog rolling in from the window. The classroom was like a big steamer.
Spring makes the earth look brand-new, gives all loves to our school, gives us joy and hope, and urges us to make progress.
There are four charming seasons in the campus: pink and green in spring, lush in summer, fragrant in autumn, and green and white in winter.
In the past, four dilapidated school buildings disappeared, brand-new classrooms and conference rooms stood in the barrier-like wall, and a small and exquisite communication room guarded the west side of the gate.
There is a diamond goldfish pond in the middle court of the school. There are many small red goldfish in it. They are chasing and playing in the clear water. (This article has been clarified. 2. Beautiful sentences about entering the school
1. It is so quiet around, and the thin morning fog, such as gauze, hangs over the campus, and the magnificent teaching building is hidden in the faint morning fog. The dawn of the whole campus is so warm and beautiful.
In the evening of late autumn, when I was walking in the quiet campus, I saw the flowers withered, the leaves withered, the bare branches drooped listlessly on the trunk, and the once green grass was now just yellow. Spring makes the earth look brand-new, gives all loves to our school, gives us joy and hope, and urges us to make progress.
There is a green lawn in the middle of the playground. Students are willing to go to the lawn to read and play in groups. The sound of reading often attracts pedestrians outside the playground. In the midsummer afternoon, the golden sunshine filtered through the tall and straight rows of lush Metasequoia branches and leaves next to the teaching building, and shone into the classroom window, which was particularly bright.
overnight, the campus was covered in silver, and there were beautiful snow scenes. 2. Growing up like this, like a real fairy tale, after the beating of suffering, is an unbeaten flower.
3. Always young, always act young, always ungrateful, always in tears! 4. In the midsummer that has never arrived, the sunshine will remember our youth and grand love. Sadness falls all over the hills, and when youth is over, prosperity will fade away sooner or later, and splendor will eventually converge on dullness.
6 The sad story doesn't write the ending, and never say goodbye, the lover who stays together, can't bear it. But, helpless.
7. Who has walked through who's youth and left a smile; Who stayed in whose flower season, warmed up the miss; Who disappeared from whose rainy season and flooded with tears. 8 gorgeous posture, how many people can know the inside story? Being brave and mature, who can know his inner naivety? 9. Because of love, giving up love, this silence is the most affectionate confession. I hope you can understand. 1. How to design an elevator for two people? The simple distance from top to bottom has opened the romantic overture for you and me.
11 Fate is an accident in life, and it's also a destiny in the dark. It's like passing by by by chance, and it's bound to miss the agreement to grow up together. As sincere as that, I have endless conversations with you. And I can't tell whether you are friendship or missed love.
12. Please allow me to settle down and bury the past with silence. 13. It doesn't matter whether the movie of love comes or goes. One person is quiet, one person is crying.
14. I struggled feebly for this world, but I finally lost to him. 15. You are an unfinished song in my life, and it's hard to give up without an ending.
16. Don't cry because he left, but rejoice because he appeared. 17. You are your enemy, and only you can defeat you; You are your God and only you can save you. 18. Life is like a trip. You don't care about the destination. What you care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery.
19. Quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit; If you don't sing, you will be a blockbuster! 2. Pack up your mood and go on! If you miss the flower, you will reap the rain. If you miss him, you will meet him. 21. Origin and extinction, deep and shallow, are beyond our control.
what we can do is to cherish that short time when karma meets. 22. Flowers are not for anyone, but also for themselves; The world does not exist for anyone, but also for itself.
23. Remembering doesn't mean eternity, and forgetting it doesn't mean it didn't happen. I started to look at the sky with you, and the peach blossoms died to accompany me to laugh at the spring breeze ... 24. If the sky is going to die, I will fight for it; The earth will kill me, and I will move! My life is up to me. God! 25. Be good to yourself, because life is not long; Be kind to the people around you, because you may not meet them in the next life. 1. Don't fascinate me with gentle calls, don't enchant me with Tingting's beautiful images, and don't make me suffer with affectionate eyes.
2. Leaving makes things easier, people become kind, like children, and we start over. 3. At the moment I picked up my bag, the wind blew my hair tip; Thoughts are flying in the clouds, dreams are wrapped in bags; Long journey, I'm not going to walk alone. Besides the poem, I'm accompanied by your voice and smile.
4. Not every effort will be rewarded, but every effort must be rewarded, which is an unfair and irreversible proposition. 5. When you really love something, you will find how fragile and powerless the language is.
there is always a gap between words and feelings. 6, hiding in a certain time, missing the palm print of a period of time; Hiding in a certain place, I miss a person who is standing on the way and on the way, and makes me worry.
7. The noise and brightness of the world, the happiness and happiness of the world, are like a clear stream, swimming in the wind before my eyes, and the warmth gushes out like a spring. I don't expect anything. I just want you to be happy, not sad. 8. The wind blows like a broken flower, and your smile is shaking, which has become the most beautiful ornament on my life. Look at the sky, the snow and the deep shadow of the season.
9. The space formed by songs is free for years to come and go, so the face of people who are still protected has never changed with a huge and endless hate. 1. Many things that we thought we would never forget for a lifetime, such as 323131333532363343133231363533e 78988e69d 8331333333333137, were forgotten by us in the days that we never forgot.
11. Memory is like the water poured in the palm of your hand. No matter whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will still flow through your fingers drop by drop. 12. Lonely people will always remember everyone who has appeared in their lives, so I always think of you counting my loneliness over and over again every night when the stars fall. 3. Poems praising the school
Golden campus
We come noisily
Young minds
Overflow with infinite expectations
The world wrapped in plain clothes
We vent our passionate feelings
Radiate the colorful life
Green campus
Those ignorant teenagers
Publicize the brilliance of life < Unlimited knowledge
fiery campus
those young faces
knowledge full of harvest
Looking forward to the new school year
Campus with four seasons
Colorful year after year
In a blink of an eye
We grow up
So
We leave silently with growing happiness
4. Poems praising the campus. Campus Four Seasons Song Golden Campus We come noisily, and the young mind overflows with infinite expectation, and the world is wrapped in white. We vent our fiery feelings and radiate the colorful green campus of life. Those ignorant teenagers publicize the brilliance of life and appreciate the infinite fiery campus of knowledge. Those young faces are full of harvested knowledge. Looking forward to the new school year, the campus of the four seasons is colorful year after year. In a blink of an eye, we grow up with the joy of growth. We left a pure fertile soil silently, pregnant with our hope for tomorrow. We are eager for the future to become a vigorous eagle soaring above this sky. You gave me a good start in life. You aroused my desire for knowledge. You helped me become useful and help me fly.
You taught me to give people flowers and leave fragrance in my hands. You taught me to make people smile and keep my heart happy. Today, I will give you the most beautiful flowers. Today, I will give you the sweetest smile to my dearest school. There is a monument that will never stand in my heart. I remember a primary school. There was the sound of reading in the morning, lang lang: everyone is a real pillar.
despite the storm, I am flying far and wide. Now I look at my hometown with tears in my eyes, and I wonder when I will tell you my heart. 5. Praise the poetry of the new school
If the grass has no nectar, it will never enjoy the happiness of growth. If there are no stars in the sky, people will lose the navigation mark. If the garden has no gardener, it is just a barren land. If we have no teachers, So what will happen? The teacher is sweet dew. She makes the grass grow sturdily. The teacher is a shining star. She points out the route for us. The teacher is a diligent gardener. If there is no teacher, there will be no beautiful garden now. We thank you, teacher. You gave birth to us with your sweet and prosperous milk. With your hard sweat, you moistened the mountain outside the mountain. Whose poem is this? What is the following sentence? Qin Chen can't remember clearly.
if you don't know, just say you don't know-but you have to find out later. There are so many things you don't know, what reason can you be proud of? He remembers that when he was in primary school, his academic performance was always among the best. When he was admitted to junior high school, he was barely admitted, and he really realized the meaning of "the building outside the castle peak".
As soon as Qin Chen stepped into the gate of the middle school, he was attracted by the environment there. Before long, he heard that a headmaster praised the school's poem: the south is backed by the Dahebei River, with streams gurgling on both sides, a national defense road in the east and Yuan Ye Miliangchuan in the west. Qin Chen felt very apt and touching about the poetic scene.
"If you want to catch up, you must go to a higher mountain!" He secretly made up his mind. Qin Chen is a little partial to Chinese, and he can't catch up with other courses, which makes him taste the hardships of climbing the mountains outside the mountains, which is even worse than swallowing the sticky sweet potato leaves.
Although the country has experienced three years of natural disasters, Qin Chen's family still lives a life of "six months of bran vegetables and six months of dried sweet potatoes". Other students eat steamed bread with white flour and corn, but it can only eat dried sweet potatoes, corn porridge and chaff.
But whether in class or in morning and evening self-study under the light of gas lamps, he is so dedicated and earnest, keeping a close eye on the peaks and climbing hard. At the end of the first grade of junior high school, Qin Chen's scores in all subjects have been among the best, especially his upgraded composition, which was regarded as a model essay in the Chinese class of three grades in the cognition of the teachers in the Chinese teaching and research section, attracting many students' approval.
"Is there a mountain beyond the mountain?" It should be for sure. But when you stand on the top of the mountain, sometimes you won't be so sober, let alone a young teenager.
-adults are not necessarily so sober. Qin Chen is also like this.
He has an idea. By looking through the peaks, he goes outside the mountains to see what the world outside is like. -For example, does the world outside the mountain also eat sweet potato leaves? A small change is really a long time since I updated my space. I always feel that I have the perseverance to update my space every day. However, time has once again proved her deterrent, and I feel very funny because I have been ruthlessly destroyed by my little reserve.
There were a lot of unpleasantness and unhappiness in the past few days, but life is so full of mysterious attraction. Even if it makes me black and blue, my heart is fragile, I still can't stop myself from feeling it, and I will experience this kind of first time and the strangeness in my life. I don't want to write every little thing in the space. Since I study art, I can't always let others think that what I write is superficial, hehe, although my ability is extremely limited.
Take the poem praising the school that I want to write recently. I already want to hit the wall with my head. It's really uninspired. However, I still hope to write something that can make my heart tremble a little, even if it's so subtle ... There are so many things that happened during the May 1 Golden Week. There are so many things to write, and there is always no clue, except to sort things out or sort things out after I come back ... I find that I always regard space as my outlet, and always write countless complaints here, frozen in the bits and pieces of my memory, making such sadness and helplessness become history and a scar that I will never erase when I grow up.
However, I don't like this in reality. The only result of doing this is to make a self that was so big that I don't even know it. Because I realize this, I will change myself slowly. Change this sacred place that I regard as my soul's complete freedom:) Write a previous poem: I fly to heaven with devil's wings. When my soul leaves me one day, the elegy of life plays in the sky for the first time, but I can only lie quietly in the same place, feel the pulse of the earth with my cold body, and listen to the weakening vibration of my heart, waiting for the end of all this. When all the voices die in my world, my still infatuated eyes slowly close. In fact, I know that I have left, but I also clearly understand that I am about to go to another world that didn't belong to me. It has long been said that when my soul leaves my body, it is doomed that I must go from a familiar place to a strange place, whether I am willing or not to face this truth. In my opinion, it is obviously unnecessary to struggle and resist. Perhaps I am such a person who is resigned. I don't know if God has opened a meeting with me. Joke: When I was ruthlessly playing with my hands and slowly losing consciousness, I was presented with a crossroads where two completely different worlds were connected, one called hell and the other called heaven. I knew in my original world long ago that hell was full of demons with jaws open and that heaven was full of angels with white wings, just when I made the right choice without hesitation. The road to heaven in front of me has disappeared, so completely, so heartbreaking, and because of this, I firmly believe that everything is