Our school wants to write a poem of Happy Campus , and we are eager to !!!!!!!!!!!!!! If it is, I m

The campus is our paradise.

It made us feel the warmth of a friend.

The campus is our world.

Let's experience the joy of childhood.

Campus life is joyful, happy, and happy

I love the campus, the beautiful campus.

This is my own creation, I hope the questioner can, thank you.

1. All praise the campus.

The breeze blows the haze, and the safe campus accompanies me.

Strengthen security without slackening, strict management and civility.

The teacher is clear about the confusion and reasoning, and the self-prevention should be remembered.

Healthy growth ambition, like to see peach and plum flowers.

The campus is the place where each of our students learns, we are the flowers and future of the motherland, the campus is the messenger who protects us, and the teacher is the hard gardener, watering us with sweat.

We live on campus every day, but have we ever paid close attention to the scenery of the campus? When you immerse yourself in the beauty of the campus, you will find that the campus is truly beautiful.

On our campus, there is one place where the scenery is most intoxicating, and that is the essence of our campus scenery; Although it covers an area of only a quarter of our school playground, it is a place for us to entertain, and it is indispensable in the hard work, which makes us feel extremely relaxed after intense study. So we really like it, it's the lawn.

The lawn, without much thought, must be a green meadow, the grass is green, it is a gift from nature to the world, who doesn't like nature? Nature can give us a sense of relaxation. There are a few trees on the lawn, and these trees are our umbrellas for shade in the hot summer.

With it, we can feel a little cooler in the hot summer, and on the right side of the lawn is a place for elementary school students to entertain.

When you are overwhelmed by the intense pressure of studying, lying on it for a while, you can't help but close your eyes, calm down and enjoy the blanket-like care, and suddenly, you will feel very comfortable.

When you encounter pressure in studying, you sit alone on the lawn, and suddenly, you will throw all your troubles out of the clouds, and then the "hand" of the lawn will gently caress you and comfort you.

That's what our campus looks like – the lawn, and I love it.

A classic friendship rhyme poem about youth campus, rhyming sentences, catchy to read, like a ballad, I hope you will like it too:

The Prosperity of Love" You say that you are a flower floating in the world.

My weary wanderer is crazy to take you off.

Thou hast hindered my pace with the lies of passing on words and rhyme poems.

The green trees and red flowers outside the window worked hard to bloom all summer.

When will the wings that once flutter come to pick up a prosperity?

Lonely to the point that the red suit wants to be removed.

Complete the last summer of twenty years old.

Stop at a myth that you always praise my genius.

Encouraged me to be my own audience for many years of falsehood.

Ignore your worries by moving to other cities.

I will also talk to strangers when I am exploring my way.

but they will not be able to abstain from the punishment that will be brought about you.

It turns out that love has to struggle hard to realize how great you are.

By then, I had already wandered to the end of the world.

Recalling the angry words at the beginning, I regretted that I couldn't extricate myself.

A rainbow fell in the vast sea after some rain.

I made a wish that I would love her even if I was silent for the rest of my life.

You are the flower that will never die in my soul.

Thoughts in the early hours of the morning.

Stuck in a tangled ball of thread.

There is no escape. The sound of books on campus.

A ladder that casts dreams.

The unclear bird beats in the depths of the weeping willows.

Straight to express the melancholy of the knot.

It's been a long journey.

Tired me like a horse on an ancient road.

I searched among the flowers.

The bud of imagery.

The pomegranate tree smiled fiery red.

Those budding elves.

It's like a pair of expectant eyes.

My desk is cluttered.

Dusty manuscript paper.

Such as the resentful woman of the Song Dynasty.

Lying crookedly.

I'm lost and depressed.

A flying bird with a tenzhu is needed.

Lead or wake up.

The sky is full of the shyness of a girl.

The clouds began to be elegantly renovated.

There was a lot of light all around.

I faintly heard the clarion call to forge ahead.

The campus, beautiful petals fluttering.

At the end of that shade.

I found it, I found it.

That belongs to the tranquility of youth.

I caress the pink floral scent on your shoulder.

Say I'll wait not far away, are you coming.

The sun jumps like your sparkling eyes.

I left. Beckons to you on the trail in the distance.

But you are in the sun.

Dreams are hazy. But I felt two hands.

Gently cover my eyes.

I guessed it. It's you.

I love my school, my school is neat and beautiful, with tall school buildings and spacious classrooms.

I love my school, my school is colorful, there are naughty and lively classmates, and there are united and lovely friends.

I love my school, my school has kind teachers and a nice blackboard.

Ah, my school is neat and beautiful!

Ah, my school is vibrant!

Ah, my school is in high spirits!

Ah, I love our school!