Verses about the beauty of the campus in the middle of summer, poems describing the beautiful scener

Summary. Hello, the summer scenery is better than the spring, and the bees and butterflies are dancing.

Weeping willows kiss passers-by, and people are drunk in the garden.

The warbler in the forest is crying, the jade rabbit in the bush, and the scholars under the pavilion are noisy.

The willows reflect the pond and marsh, and the grass reports the year.

Honghu Zhi, seeking in the book, leisurely.

The sound of the phoenix flute moved, and the jade building leaned on Chanjuan at a high place.

It must be called youth pen and ink, singing and dancing in vain, and waiting for the reunion of the moon.

It is not in vain to dream of Shaohua, and work hard to paint the scroll.

A poem describing the beautiful scenery of the campus.

Hello, the summer scenery is better than the spring, and the bee butterfly dance is congratulating. Weeping willows kiss passers-by, and people are drunk in the garden. The warbler in the forest is crying, the jade rabbit in the bush, and the scholars under the pavilion are noisy.

Yang Liuying is suspicious of the pond and marsh, and the grass reports the year. Honghu Zhi, seeking in the book, leisurely. The sound of the phoenix flute moved, and the jade building leaned on Chanjuan at a high place.

It must be called the pen and ink of youth, and the singer dances in vain, waiting for the reunion of the moon. It is not in vain to dream of Shaohua, and work hard to paint the scroll.

Young people are easy to learn and difficult to learn, and every inch of time is indispensable. I didn't feel the spring grass dream of the pond, and the sycamore leaves in front of the steps have autumn sounds.

The view of the campus in summer is described as follows:

1. The campus in summer is full of branches and leaves, and Hengsong is full of flowers. It is also a green campus. Summer came, and the little trees grew taller and grew up. When you walk through the campus door, you will feel that every tree around you is welcoming you and nodding to you.

2. Summer is coming, and the campus has become more beautiful. In the flower beds of various shapes, colorful flowers compete for beauty, red like fire, white like snow butterflies flying freely among the flowers.

3. On the playground in summer, the hibiscus tree is full of pink hibiscus flowers, which is very beautiful. Like beautiful little umbrellas, the hibiscus flowers slowly fall down from the tall hibiscus tree in the breeze. Hibiscus flowers always exude a faint fragrance.

4. The afternoon sun warmly shines on this campus that was once full of children's laughter, gently and quietly leaving its footprints, whether it is the soothing breath, or the slightly hot earth, the wind, and the wind continues to blow. The large trees on the campus stand straight, and the branches and leaves in the high places are blown to "rustle". Such a peaceful campus is a strong contrast to the morning.

5. Suddenly, a birdsong interrupted my reverie. When I looked up, it was a flock of birds playing. Knowing, chirping, bees, butterflies, flowers and plants constitute a very beautiful picture; The sound of birdsong, reading, and singing seems to be an ensemble of a summer symphony.

A poem describing the beautiful scenery of the campus.

The campus in early winter is full of red flowers in the corner, and there is nowhere to find it 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.

Love on Campus is a kind of sublimation.

Strangeness turns into friendship.

Friendship becomes affection.

Looking at you. Slightly immature cheeks.

I want you to grow. Looking at you.

Slightly mature and sophisticated.

I'm afraid you'll grow. Lost the innocence of the past.

Poems praising the beauty of the campus I:

The beautiful campus is full of enthusiasm, and when I walk into the door of the volunteer school, I sprinkle my sincere smile all over the beautiful campus.

You see, you see, the flowers blooming on the campus are the cradle of my childhood memories, which is the fragrance of my alma mater.

Listen, listen, the ballad sung by the birds is a familiar teaching to my ears, and it is the pride of my teacher.

Oh, beautiful campus, I want to sow the seeds of knowledge and decorate your bright tomorrow.

Poems in praise of the beauty of the campus II:

The campus lights are red and green, and the harmonious commotion does not belong here.

Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Kangqiao".