A little poem about beautifying the campus, a little poem about the campus

Poem 1: Early Winter Campus.

The corners are full of red flowers, and there is nowhere to find them in early winter.

The garden is full of green grass and green, and it does not reduce the old posture.

The cheeks were breezy and cold.

Scholars come to their ears, and they practice art with the cold and summer.

Poetry 2: The campus book is loud.

Gazing at the red flag rising, hundreds of thousands of students are proud.

With the dream of rejuvenating the motherland far away, Lang Lang wrote five watches.

Poem 3: Beautiful scenery of the campus.

The longan flowers are full of fragrance, and the bees and butterflies are dancing joyfully.

The beautiful scenery of the campus is like a picture, and thousands of teachers and students are happy and suppressed.

Verse 4: Stroll around campus.

Evening. The setting sun fills the campus.

Stroll alone on the edge of the playground.

Enjoy the warmth before the darkness.

Side. Thinning begonia flowers.

Recording every step of time.

The red that spreads all over the ground.

Is it for the twilight to say goodbye?

Outside according to the sound of rebar.

Whining in the wind.

Shadows in the slanting sun.

Gradually, it was stretched longer and longer.

Time flies and flows quietly.

It's just because I have a little more nostalgia for the remnants of the flowers.

The setting sun disappeared into the sky.

"Two Songs of Study and Prosperity".The pond is four or five feet deep, and there are two or three flowers on the hedge.

Passers-by don't need to ask their surnames frequently, and the sound of reading is my home.

When the official returns, the clothes are buried in the snow, and the children's lights are small.

People don't have to talk about rich and poor, only reading is the best.

Translation: The pond is four or five feet deep, and the hedge is planted with flowers of various flowers. Guests passing by don't need to ask their last names frequently, and the sound of reading is my home. ** Come back and put on the snow buried, children's lamp small hut. People don't necessarily talk about rich and poor, only reading is the most exciting.

Modern poems describing the campus:

The spring hustle of the campus is like a delicate stamen.

The flowers that woke up from sleep spit out their fragrance.

A long hibernation that accumulates energy.

Let the campus in spring have the breath of life.

The summer on campus is like a blooming flower.

After being washed by thunderstorms, it has become stronger.

The spring rain is like a maiden, caring for the flowers.

Let the summer campus have a jumping note.

The autumn of the campus is like a ripe fruit.

Harvesting ripe fruits, happiness reverberates on campus.

The wind and rain have made this flower go through ups and downs.

Let the autumn campus have a sweet smile.

Winter on campus is not as tender as spring.

Although it is not as cheerful as summer and forest, although it is not as sweet as autumn.

But there is an air of tranquility.

This long break can allow the flowers to bloom again next year.

"Two Songs of Study and Prosperity".

The pond is four or five feet deep, and the fence falls with two or three envy bridge flowers.

Passers-by don't need to ask their surnames frequently, and the sound of reading is my home.

When the official returns, the clothes are buried in the snow, and the children's lights are small.

People don't have to talk about rich and poor, only reading is the best.

Translation: The pond is four or five feet deep, and the hedge is planted with flowers of various flowers. Guests passing by don't need to ask their last names frequently, and the sound of reading is my home. ** Come back and put on the snow buried, children's lamp small hut. People don't necessarily talk about rich and poor, only reading is the most exciting.