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?
Ah, campus (Author: cloud chasing the moon)
When I was a child, on campus.
Hanging in the high blue sky
See her, hear her
just as
Embrace the stars all over the sky, all the stars
something i need
Admission, campus
Squeeze into my heavy schoolbag
Love her and hate her.
just as
Following a long stream makes me happy.
It confuses me.
Graduation, campus
It grows on a lush tree.
Taste her.
just as
Farewell to first love, even let me
Feel depressed/depressed
Now, the campus is finally
Paste it into my wonderful life picture.
No matter how close to her, no matter how far away from her.
It's like
Hold high the sail of mature love, towards that
The fiery red sun, in
fly
2. About the poem 1 early morning, Li Bai's "The Beginning of Baidicheng" in the Tang Dynasty
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
In the morning, the morning sun is shining all over the sky, and I am about to embark on my return journey. Looking up from the river, you can see the colorful clouds in Baidicheng, such as among the clouds, and the scenery is gorgeous! Jiangling, thousands of miles away, arrived in one day.
2. "Doing Good and Going Early" in Ting Yun, Tang Wen.
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
When I got up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots had already shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost.
3, "Making Stars" Tang Bai Juyi.
In the early morning light, the room was bright, and the early ya drum began to beat. The dog slept on the steps until the earth got wet, and the birds buzzed around the window as if reporting the weather.
In the early morning, the house is brightly lit and the morning drum strikes. The dog slept on the steps until the earth became wet and the birds sang at the window, as if to report the news of sunny weather.
4, "Early Travel" Song Chen Yu Yi.
Dewdrops invaded the camel's brown, Han Xiao was bright, and the stars were dry and bright. Lonely bridges and dreams, grass insects singing in the depths of rice fields.
When the dew fell, I wore a thick sweater and felt a little cold. Looking up at the sky, the Big Dipper is particularly bright sideways. I walked across a small bridge, half awake and half asleep, and heard insects chirping in the depths of rice fields.
5. "Early hair" Ye Luo in Tang Dynasty.
A little light leaves Lu drunk and walks alone. I am worried about watching the snow and smelling the cock crow, alone in the sky.
The light was weak, almost extinguished, the wine woke up, and I was ready to leave with a solitary sword on my back. Looking wistfully at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, listening to the peasant chickens crow, I walked alone in the opposite direction to the geese returning home.
3. Beautiful poems describe beautiful sentences in the morning
1, dawn slowly kicked off, and it was another colorful morning, coming to the world with freshness.
2. In the early morning, the street is quiet. When the first ray of morning light penetrated the mist, a warm morning appeared in the street.
3. In the early morning, I walked on the main road of the campus. The air is cool, and I gently touch my face and my hair, which makes me completely relaxed. Suddenly, I was exhausted and the pain disappeared. I only feel the cool spring water flowing into my heart, just like eating cold watermelon in hot summer!
4. In the morning, I walked by the pond. The towering plane trees and willows on both sides nodded in the breeze. Fish swim freely in the water, and the wild flowers by the pond are reflected in the water, which is very beautiful.
In the early morning of summer, at four or five o'clock, the sky is as white as a fish belly, and everything has no animal breath. Everything is pure and refreshing, like a faint ink painting, filled with the smell of grass.
6. In the early morning, everything was silent, and a little light on the eastern horizon carefully penetrated into the light blue sky, and the new day gradually moved from a distance.
7. In the early morning of spring, the wet wind swept gently, passed through the broken glass window, brushed everything slightly and quietly left. Pale white skylights also occupy every corner, painting the door with a dreamy white.
8. The morning sunshine is quiet and elegant. Without that noisy atmosphere, people feel calm and relaxed, and I also feel that artistic conception.
9. The morning after the rain is like a symphony. Twitter, birds singing wonderful themes between the sky and the branches; China, the river is running and singing a beautiful melody; Clap your hands, the sound of insects flapping their wings is beating the symphony; Huhuhu, the butterfly's flight path is only the melody line of the symphony; Tick-tock, the rain on the leaves drops on the small stone, as if the stone is singing a tick-tock song and accompanying the symphony!
10, early in the morning, just open the window, a fresh air came face to face. With the continuous golden light, the sun came out and showed a kind smile.
1 1, the morning breeze blew slightly, and the crystal dew slipped down the leaves and jumped happily. Green grass wakes up under the caress of soft morning light and becomes greener under the washing of rain and dew.
12, early morning, beautiful early morning, we just unearthed Xin Wei, looking up at the colorful sky-the grand blueprint for the future of the motherland, picking up the brush of knowledge to describe and add color. Listen, reading is getting louder and louder. We didn't waste this golden morning and golden time.
13. In the early morning of summer, the rising sun shines on my face and the lawn around me. () Dewdrops glistened, and the cool breeze caressed me, sometimes with a faint fragrance of flowers. What a beautiful morning!
14, early in the morning, several birds chirped clearly in front of my window, which woke me up. I gently pushed open the window, and a fresh and fragrant air came to my face. Took a deep breath. Ah! This is the smell after rain, and this is the smell of life.
15. Morning is a baby who wakes up after a night's sleep. Everywhere is full of vitality and vigor. These flowers and grass are so green that I feel very comfortable. I like beautiful mornings. It gives me a good start.
16. In the early morning, a magnificent morning glow appeared in the east. There are wisps of kitchen smoke floating on the roof of the village, and the air is filled with veil-like mist.
17. When you wake up in the morning, you will always hear the clear cry of cicadas. Walking out of the gate, I saw the wet yard after the rain and some grass beside the flower bed. Oh, there were raindrops on it last night.
18, the beauty of the morning is really exciting. I am lamenting the magic of nature and the intoxicating scenery.
19, in the morning, the whole world is sunny, and the sun shines gently on everything through a slight shock, which makes people feel pleasing to the eye.
20. In the early morning, on the budding bud, crystal clear and bright dewdrops are flashing and full of vitality.
4. What essays or poems are there on campus that describe the early morning autumn rain? The weather in the north is always very different. After beginning of autumn, the wind became cool at night. During the day, those irritating sultry J gradually subsided, and the refreshing breath slowly spread out, which made people feel refreshed. It is not only her coolness that likes autumn, but also the joy of orange and green. But because of the autumn rain, the autumn rain always comes with the sunset, silently, only feeling that the sky is dark and the rain will diffuse.
For autumn rain, the ancients were mostly connected with sorrow, and rain was like sorrow, but it was endless sorrow rather than rain. Whenever it rains, if you are free, have a cup of tea and sit by the window alone, listening to the autumn rain. It was the sound of rain hitting the leaves, crisp and lasting. Sasha Vujacic's voice is as ethereal and blurred as Sanskrit, and as sweet and moving as the whispers of countless lovers. Suddenly there was the sound of raindrops falling, which made silence more interesting. The sky at this time is covered with dense, just like a fairyland. A few willow trees not far away are fresh and picturesque, hazy. Just like your dream. It feels close, but it's always close. However, the autumn rain is not so gentle. The rain is getting louder and louder, Malik is rushing, the drums are contending, and the rain is pouring down. Everything is awesome. Just listening to the sound of water falling from the sky, like the milky way pouring down, like the raging sea, the sky is a little more heroic at the beginning of thunder. A powerful and invincible momentum came to my face, which made me awe. At this time, my heart is like gold, and I have no distractions. I only meditate like water and silently appreciate the taste of this autumn rain.
After the sultry summer, I will naturally feel impatient and irritable, and there will always be some inexplicable grievances. I always feel that I am wandering on the edge of my heart and don't know the direction. Sometimes I am full of confidence in some of my dreams, and sometimes I feel pessimistic and feel that the road is out of reach. I am tortured by such emotions repeatedly. Every time I am haggard, I always feel that my actions are drifting away, and my irritability occupies every inch of my heart, so that I can't calm down and know the gains and losses and the honor and disgrace. Fortunately, when the autumn rain comes, my heart is empty and quiet as blue. I was very calm in the autumn rain. The rain washed away everything and my heart, which made my original heart appear unexpectedly. Only when I realized that everything was beautiful did I feel that everything in the past was ferocious and my heart was ugly.
Listen to the autumn rain, let the quiet and serene air fill my heart, listen to the autumn rain, let the misty rain melt into my chest, turn it into a little vitality, and hope will arise, just like the blue sky after the rain. Listen to the autumn rain, and let me feel a true self, not kitsch and ambitious. Listening to the autumn rain is like talking to a long-lost confidant. Communicate with your heart, increase the virtue I can't, and strengthen my restless heart. Listening to the autumn rain, I really realized that there must be hope after the chaos, so I no longer fear and hesitate. Listening to the autumn rain, let me quietly enjoy this wonderful sound of nature.
5. How to write the campus morning poem? When I was a child, I saw her in the blue sky on campus. Hearing her voice is like hugging the stars all over the sky. I am eager to go to school. The campus crowded into my heavy schoolbag and loved her. I hate her like a long stream, which makes me happy and confused. Campus grew up in lush trees, remember her. Tasting her is like saying goodbye to a first-love person, but it also makes me feel sad. Now, the campus is finally stuck in my wonderful life picture. No matter how close to her, no matter how far away from her, it seems to be holding high the sails of mature love and flying towards the fiery red sun. We meet here, study together and study together.
Have fun together every day and enjoy the happy time together. We are running on the campus and on the runway.
Everyone helps each other when they are in trouble. We will always be friends. ! ! .
6. Beautiful poems describing the morning The beautiful poems describing the morning are:
In the morning in Li Deyu, the snow covers the bamboo in Hanxi, and the wind rolls Noda Peng. Looking around without a trace, who pity the lonely old man.
Xu Hun rose from the west wing in the morning to pity the depths of shearing waves, and picked a piece of Cui Ninghong. The bright moon is not scattered downstairs, and the three paths are worried about the Tianhe River.
Zhao Wei's miscellaneous songs, yesterday's salt, sleepy, listening to the morning chickens in the border town to ride, worrying about sleeping to cover the night. Put on your clothes and peep at the moon, wipe your tears and wait for the cock to crow. Don't be angry for years, just like crying at night. You should hate yourself if you succeed, and you will be sent to western Liaoning sooner or later.
In the early morning of Yu Shinan, the morning light shines on all the tiles, and the evening mist closes on the double eaves. Jade flowers are candles at midnight, and gold pots are sent to Xiao. The sun shines in the green temple, and summer is born in the building. Heavy doors should lead the way, and books should lead princes.
From the morning in beginning of spring, it suddenly began to snow in Zhang Jiuling and Lin Tingxue, and Hua Yao was everywhere. This year's welcome began, and last night was accompanied by spring return. Bamboo in front of the window and plum in the yard. In the eastern suburbs, you should see the Five Gods.
Zhang Jiuling went out of the county forest in the morning, walked all morning in Beilin, and Xiao had a rest. Lin was still alive when I saw him again last month. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep. Only when things are scarce can we know what is outside our hearts.
Wang Bo closed in the morning, the mountains were open, and the slate road was clean. The white horse went to Gaotan, and Qingniu was really angry. The heavy door is close to the giant valley, and the building is full of worship. In other words, the promotion of this policy today is not to abandon it.
, Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu sings autumn wind, Yan rests, and it floats in the evening. The bamboo forest is swaying and the pool water is woven into a trickle. Delicious dance sleeves with pink makeup floor. In spite of your kindness, Wan Fan plays the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiuyun changed the copper in the south, and the jade leaves in the western suburbs were pale. Eta Ursa major moves and the sun is shining. Gaiyin Lotus Peak Que, Array Shadow Pterosaur City. When you knew it, you didn't meet it. It hurt you.
Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu's trip to Chen Qiu was dusk, and they had a chat for the time being. Hiding elm is not to remonstrate with Chu, but to make sorrow and joy. Fractal makeup thin temples, carved shadow makeup dangerous crown. Self-pity is broken, and the cold forest blows cold.
Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiulu Guan Yu early cold, Jintang autumn return. The palm is brighter than the net, and the lotus is smaller. Frost turns into dawn liquid, and the moon is full of brilliance. No Wu Tai, get your clothes wet.
, Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu bravely put on a jade rope and the moon was full of mirrors. The dew is cold and the frost is cold. The color is leaking and sparse, and the floating light is in a hurry. It's not safe to fly south.
Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted about the cold current of autumn water in the north, and the jade wheel was clear. The picture is bright and the handwriting on the moon is bright and beautiful. Pan-curved kite line moves, and it's a surprise with Feng Xuan. Only in the imperial ditch, I am sad and ruined.
, Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted autumn shadows and jade autumn, and golden fireflies shone on cold nights. Full of doubt and suspicion, but also afraid of frost and fire. Scattered colors linger in vain, and flowers float around the bridal chamber. If you are tired of hanging curtains, you should cherish the remaining light.
, Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted Qiuju to show off the night, singing is ten steps. Laugh at Huang Tian and shake the wind with Cui * *. Broken shadow culvert flow, fragrance connected across the bank. Jin Qiaotu can be popular, but whose jade is it?
Wang He and Qiu Jiuyan, Mao Sima of Zichuan, hand in hand to bid farewell to Haige, pointing to Jianggan. When the array goes to the cold river, the book belongs to the jade to keep out the cold. It is easy to fly with the moon, but difficult to separate from the smoke. When the same Gu Ying, brush feather Pan Qinglan.
Du Fu's morning rain, light rain and morning light smell on the early leaves. Fog is sprinkled on the ground, and the wind rotates against the clouds. For the time being, the wood is light, and the birds and animals touch it. Half of the musk mountain, the pavilion is not fully divided at noon.
The sheep scholar looked up at the forest in the morning of Nanchi last month, and he was natural and unrestrained. What happened to Brother Ling? The lotus pond knows how to walk alone The clothes are cool when dipped in bamboo, and the tea is clear until the stone spring is clear. Advocating that the former is virtuous and thin, the frog tries to sing.
In the afternoon in Juyuan Yang, the government waited on the dressing gown, and the colorful wisps were still beautiful, and the Lingfeng volume reopened. The party should arrive in five days and nine days. When summer comes back, the hair in barnyard grass is clear. Knowing from a distance is timely, and the knife ruler is urged by the fire cloud.
In the morning, Ouyang Zhan installed the village shop and went out to the west of the moon, and the woodcock buzzed. Travel lights sit all night, and the bag is tied to the morning sign. Silent people are still sleeping, and the sky is not clear. There is no rest, there is a process before doing things.
In the winter morning, Liu Yuxi sent a message that the trees in Lotte Pavilion were moving, the birds were moving and the county government was still ringing. The lights are red and the wine is white. Too little hair, too much comb, and a bad face. Whoever sings alone should be sent to Luoyang city.
Bai Juyi and his dream of winter morning spread at five o'clock in the morning, and the cock crowed for the third time. The account is calm, and the window is bright and clean. The book says that warm wine is reborn when the lights don't go out. Listen to the acropolis first.
In the morning, Li Deyu recalled the snow in the mountains and the snow in the rocks. If the bamboo shoots are low, there should be more loose covers. The mountain slides with the ice and the forest flies over it. Don't bother to smell the crane before playing the bitter cold song.
There are two songs in Xu Hun in the morning (the last one is called "Autumn Night in Shanzhai"). The osmanthus trees are covered with green layers, and the wind is slightly misty. The eaves fall on the moon, and the residual light reflects. The fragrance is cold, and the autumn water is clearer. If you have nothing to do, why not stay with the monks?
Xu Hun started two songs in the morning (the last one was titled "Autumn Night in Shanzhai"). The waning moon is full of smoke and dew, and the door is covered with bamboo. The water bug sings the threshold, and the mountain bird goes down the empty step. Look at the hair in the mirror and send it in autumn. Knowing the north window guest, the sky is good with the world.