In this beautiful campus, we study happily and grow up healthily. When we walked into the campus with the loud sound of books and a small playground, the first thing that caught our eye was a row of tall and straight soldiers-magnolia trees. In spring, the leaves of magnolia trees are numerous and dense, like handfuls of huge umbrellas, and overlapping branches leak spots and tiny shadows of the sun.
The students are running and playing freely under the magnolia tree, and they don't feel hot at all. In summer, the magnolia trees are in full bloom, and the rich fragrance of flowers permeates the whole campus. Every branch is densely covered with clusters of magnolia flowers.
The bright green leaves set off the magnolia, which looked so dazzling in the sun. I picked up the petals of magnolia that fell to the ground, looked at them again and again, smelled them again and again, and couldn't put them down.
The breeze is blowing, and flowers are waving to us, nodding and smiling! In autumn, the bright green leaves of magnolia trees become withered, falling like naughty butterflies one after another, which can keep the students busy. Everyone is busy sweeping the floor and packing up. Some students collect some beautiful leaves and make leaf specimens.
In winter, the cold wind howls, but the leaves of magnolia trees are still so green. Turning around and walking forward is a more beautiful scenery on the small playground-the cultural wall.
The cultural wall is an indispensable part of our small playground. After class, students like to gather around the cultural wall and watch it impart rich knowledge to us. There are all kinds of contents in the cultural wall. Cherish life, safety first, how to avoid traffic accidents, the world of mathematics stimulates our interest in mathematics, and civilization teaches us manners.
Besides, there are many wonderful projects. Further on, there is a tall teaching building with red lanterns hanging in front of it.
Follow the stairs and enter the second floor, which is our lovely Class Two classroom, with colorful blackboard reports. Another friend who accompanies us every day is a book.
Whenever the bell rings for self-study in the morning, the sound of Lang Lang's books resounds through the campus. This campus is surrounded by this small playground, guarding this campus. I love the beautiful campus, especially the small playground on campus.
2. The original publisher of classical Chinese describing campus scenery: * * Asia.
About the classical Chinese writing in school Part I: About the classical Chinese writing in the graduation season of the school, the campus is filled with the atmosphere of parting. Graduates will bid farewell to their alma mater and classmates in various ways. Yin Kuangyu, majoring in Chinese language and literature in the School of Humanities, Zhejiang Normal University, wrote an essay "The Book of Parting", quoting classics, expressing feelings and trying to retain them. This classical Chinese has caused a lot of praise on the Internet, and netizens have lamented: "It's terrible to have culture." Gorgeous words, allusions, brilliant. The author of this book is Yin Kuangyu, born in 1992, who is a famous "gifted scholar" in the School of Humanities. Yin Kuangyu has a soft spot for ancient Chinese prose since he was a child. In his view, simple words can express profound connotations. Since junior high school, he has tried to write in classical Chinese and accumulated a lot of materials and experience. Mencius, Shangshu, Warring States policy, Zhaoming anthology ... Yin Kuangyu is familiar with reading and reciting, and can quote classics and grasp them by hand. When he entered the university as a freshman, he wrote an essay on military training in classical Chinese, which made everyone know this ancient talented person. I usually write some classical Chinese novels. Sometimes when I am in the mood, I will write some greetings in classical Chinese. Many teachers in Zhejiang Normal University have received his short messages. Approaching graduation, Yin Kuangyu is full of regrets about his alma mater, and takes this opportunity to express his feelings of parting as soon as possible. I wrote more than 500 words of classical Chinese in just over three hours. "In the College of Humanities, the cultural atmosphere is very strong and open, and there are all kinds of' freaks', which is an incentive for me." Yin Kuangyu especially thanked Normal University, which deepened his interest. Besides ancient prose, Yin Kuangyu is also interested in various Chinese and western classics, philosophy and theology. At present, he has been admitted by Jiaxing Haiyan Education Bureau and will soon become a Chinese teacher. He is full of confidence and expectation for the future. Chapter two: Whose campus is the classical Chinese describing the school? Can you provide some?
3. What are the classical Chinese texts describing campus scenery? They are the coast of Ganjiang River and the west bank of Poyang Lake, facing the city and looking far to the southeast, which is Nanchang. Under the great river, near the southeast corner, running through the north and south, connecting things and heading for the East China Sea, is an ideal place. I am lucky to live here. Surrounded by mountains and rivers, I have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery, and the school buildings in Yu Can have comforted my soul. As the old saying goes, "things are rich and beautiful, and outstanding people are outstanding", which is why it was built. The capital of water town, four lakes in the city, four lakes outside the city, a city in the lake and a lake in the city.
Xu Bu got started, visited the school building all over, and was scattered in order, with flowers in full bloom, holding a small book and lying in the flowers, full of joy.
Or at dusk, I take my friends to the park, and my thoughts are misty and high. I love my school, if my home. Learn from it and love it. But in my spare time, it is refreshing to look at the mountains and rivers; If you are a dream, you are tireless and full of books. During the week at school, there are many historic sites and great men hidden by the river, so I think of revolution and flowers everywhere. The climate is pleasant and the scenery is beautiful. For those who study, they learn more. Trees are shaded, flowers are in full bloom, or on sunny days, in an elegant mood, or in the rain, there are many kinds of customs. Climb the stairs to have a look at the moon and listen to the breeze. Xiayun is floating in the sky, and birds pass through the clear sky, bright and full of joy. The visitor exclaimed the beauty, and the senior brother took it lightly.
Play in rockeries and noisy jungles. Hold books at night, cultivate sentiment, increase knowledge, and be detached from the world. Famous teachers in North Korea like to watch beautiful scenery at night.
4. Describe the campus scenery in classical Chinese to thank the morning and evening between the mountains and rivers. In the format of Chinese books, it seems to be a big screen, reflecting the figure of freedom.
Everything in the morning is full of energy and interest. Evening is a sketch with a dark background, and the boundary between heaven and earth has been blurred. Looking around the world, it seems that travelers have such a broad mind.
The fish in the shallow lake seemed to jump out of the water by the bustling call of the sunset. That jump didn't mean to care about the height, but more to relax themselves. Under the setting sun, the lake is sparkling and golden, which is the most natural and quiet picture.
The setting sun shines obliquely, dyeing half the sky red; Crowds of clouds, all red, are jumping and running on the towering peaks. A round of sunset, pieces of braised clouds, a string of gorgeous afterglow, reflecting the crystal clear streams and mountains full of green forests and bamboos.
The stone walls on both sides of the strait have also lost their colorful clothes and changed into brilliant red gauze skirts, which are more mysterious and attractive. The evening breeze gently plowed the treetops, quietly and gently, as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping earth.
However, the residents on the mountain seem to have inexhaustible strength. Look, a flock of geese fly over the bloody horizon, flapping their wings, flying higher and faster, and their shadows are about to cover the sunset.
Listen carefully again, the ticking sound sounded in the depths of the forest, suddenly like the rain from Mao Mao. After a while, the sound changed from sparse to dense, and it sounded like a dense, beating drum, which made people feel uneasy. Gradually, as the sun sets, a moon hook looms in the rendered sky.
Flocks of geese took away piles of colorful clouds, and the ticking drifted away, leaving only sparse frogs.
5. Describe the campus in classical Chinese, be original, huh? Whose campus furniture is it about? Can you provide some pro-campus information?
Well, it's okay if you want to come. Isn't the campus all the same? I wrote it first and watched it change.
I have studied for five years. Although the knowledge is long, the knowledge is wide and the facts are few. I dare not say that I am psychologically prepared and can stay in school; It's really hard to go after the situation.
It's raining and snowing at my alma mater, and it disappears when I see it; However, Qiu Li has its own customs in spring, summer and winter: Chun Lv; Summer grass is rich; Autumn is a little bit; Plain clothes is wrapped in winter clothes. The beauty of its scenery is beyond words. Former classmates, laughing and cursing, all became articles, and their respective literary talents were hand-picked by Yu Suoqin; In the past, I was a strict teacher, knowledgeable, conscientious, and forgot to eat or sleep. The past is like smoke, and there is a cloud on the cloud: there is no fixed gathering and dispersion. Campus beauty, beautiful feelings, lingering for three turns, dare not forget.
I used to study with my bookcase behind my back and studied here for five years. Although I am knowledgeable, literary, knowledgeable and have a wider range of things, I really know less. Be modest. Therefore, I have both ability and political integrity, and I have long been qualified to graduate, so I still dare not say such important things as starting my fingers and waiting for graduation. Besides, I hate leaving here.
My alma mater is not very comfortable in winter. It rains and snows. Well, it means "rain and snow float all over the sky, and the water disappears at sunrise". But here, spring, summer, autumn and winter are very attractive. Spring, look at the fresh green! Summer, look at the lush grass! Autumn, look at the heavy fruit! In winter, look at the silverware in the sky! The beauty here is beyond description! My former friend, just like Mr. Dongpo, is a gifted scholar and a beautiful woman, and has a good word! I admire it very much; Although my former teachers were very strict, they were all full of ink, conscientious in teaching and forgot to eat or sleep. But alas, these are all floating clouds, so these past events gather and disperse like smoke clouds. Ah! Beautiful campus! I won't forget your affection! I can't get these out of my mind, and I dare not forget them!
6. An article describing the campus scenery when the autumn wind gently holds up a small catkin; When the sun quietly shines golden light on the beautiful cherry tree; When the beautiful petals rolled up several times in the air and then landed gently, we were happily enjoying the splendid campus life. In the morning, happy birds sang songs, accompanied us all the way through the path full of flowers, and watched us walk into the campus with a smile in their eyes. The sun shines on the bronze medal with the words "Yangzi No.1 Middle School Affiliated to Nanjing Normal University", reflecting the soft morning light on us. We accepted the light happily. We often meet classmates or good friends from other classes, wave our hands in a friendly way, pat us on the back in a friendly way, say hello in a friendly way, and maybe talk about what we have done recently. We walked into the classroom full of morning light, put away our schoolbags and homework, took a long breath and began a day of study and life. In class, we give full play to our talents and boldly express our unique opinions. Seriously remember the knowledge and key points we want to understand. In order to make the birds cheer for us, the trees nod approvingly, the flowers fall in love with them, and the petals flying in the air are full of messages of appreciation and hope. ......................................................................................................................, we like the break and the ten minutes that allow us to play freely. We talk together to enhance our friendship and increase our precious spiritual wealth. We discuss problems together, improve each other's grades and make ourselves richer and wiser. Some of us leaned against the railing overlooking it. Some gathered on the promenade, talking and laughing; Some people are sitting under the "S" sculpture, basking in the sun and enjoying the most beautiful golden time. We are integrated into the collective, and each class is a home. We live together day and night, and we all want our "home" to be outstanding. So at the sports meeting, we saw the momentum of every athlete like an arrow. Invincible determination. We also saw a large group of cheerleaders cheering-some waving their arms, some jumping up and shouting, all swaggering. We are learning and growing. Now, we are smiling and walking on the tree-lined path on campus, sowing the happiest time. When we leave the campus, let's look back at the road we have traveled. I believe we have many. Have a plenty of pride in not wasting time; Have a plenty of longing for a better future! I believe that unforgettable campus life will be our best memory.
.................................................................................................................................................................................. "Autumn campuses are really everywhere!" Before entering the school gate, I heard the senior students talking.
Go in and have a look. It's true. Wild chrysanthemums are sticking their heads out of the soil. The tree took off its green coat and put on a golden cotton robe. Walking around the campus in autumn will make you feel very comfortable. Seeing the joy of the students and the kind faces of the teachers, you can walk to the playground, or you can see the athletes training there and several students cheering there.
You are so colorful in the golden autumn. Hearing the crisp * * *, the students all returned to the classroom. Suddenly, a loud sound of reading spread all over the campus. At this time, the campus is particularly quiet, and occasionally a few dead leaves are flying in the air. Chrysanthemums wander alone in the soil, and there are only pine and cypress green leaves that never wither on campus.
Ah! The beauty of autumn is mature. Not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter.
Ah! The beauty of autumn is rational. It is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter.
Ah! Autumn is the harvest season. As lovely as spring, as warm as summer and as charming as winter.
Ah! I love campus, especially in autumn! -My campus is in Gaoping New Village, Sanbanqiao, Renhua County. This afternoon, the teacher took us to find the beautiful scenery of the campus in autumn. When you walk into the campus, the first thing you see is four big lawns. The grass has withered and turned yellow, but I know it will regenerate.
There is a poem that doesn't say: the vast grass crosses the plain and comes and goes with the four seasons ... The indomitable spirit of the grass seems to tell us that it doesn't matter to fall behind. As long as you work hard, you will definitely stand up again and surpass anyone. There is a round rockery in the middle of four big lawns.
Rockery is not like spraying water in summer. The water in the pool is dry. This reminds me that we must save water and don't let the last drop of clean water become our tears.
Some of the mountains in the rockery are like eagles flying high, and some are like lions ... It's really varied and varied. Trees and leaves began to fall.
When yellow leaves fall from the sky, they fall to the ground like dancing butterflies and slowly pile up into a golden mountain. "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." I think this is what teachers do. They try their best to teach students well and never care about personal gain or loss! In autumn, the sky is crisp and people have put on clothes.
Students don't play in the classroom, nor in such a cool place as summer, but work hard on the playground. In class, scholars are noisy and singing; The hard-working gardeners in the office are burying their heads in correcting their homework and making up for their mistakes ... "Where is autumn, where is autumn, it is on our campus ..." The students in the song and dance class are practicing singing and dancing, adding a lot of autumn enthusiasm to our campus! Autumn campus, although not as vibrant as spring, not as vibrant as summer, not as white as winter. However, I have an indescribable feeling about it.
I love campus, and I love autumn on campus! When the first leaf falls from the tree to the ground, autumn will follow. The autumn wind blows away the heat of summer and brings the coolness of autumn.
Autumn is also a careful tailor. She changed our campus into new clothes with elaborate design. The campus in autumn has a unique flavor. Look at that row of maple trees, and can't wait to put on the new clothes given to them in autumn.
Here you are.
7. Write a autumn scenery in classical Chinese, about 400 words. The rainy season in autumn, like my rainy season, comes unexpectedly.
With a few shocks and tiredness, summer went away with a bang, but I didn't expect autumn to fall from raindrops-although raindrops are lingering and gentle. I thought the breeze would give me autumn, so I could walk in the wind and kiss autumn, but a rain put out the flame of hope in my heart.
The rainy season in autumn is depressing and lonely, just like my rainy season, which comes unexpectedly.
Life in grade three is no longer poetic, and the sky in grade three is just a fantasy of the low school flower season, which is completely annihilated by grade three. So I fell in love with the maturity of autumn and the amorous feelings of rain.
At night, the rain fell on the window again. The dark room and humid air suffocated me. There is no room for rain in the sky, so let it fall to the ground and be an angel on earth. However, it puzzled me ... I opened the curtains to see the ethereal scenery, but the rain blocked my view and I couldn't see the distance. Tears poured out at this moment. Just like the rain outside the window, I don't know when it will end.
With the curtain coming, its black talons covered the earth. It is still raining outside the window. This is a discordant song. The sky is like black silk, and the haze is terrible. I seem to be the only one in the vast world, and fear, loneliness and confusion spread in the air. Rain, are you crying for me? If so, it will be a black elegy. ...
Open your childhood diary and slowly touch the marks on the paper with your hands. The past, which was full of childlike interest, made me sad at this time. Those lost memories, like rain and water, like smoke and dreams, are gone forever. I don't know when the lost seeds have been buried deep in my heart. After the rain, I was disappointed and lost, confused and crazy.
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When I woke up, the rain had stopped. The autumn morning sun smiles on the horizon, and the sparrows outside the window are cheering for the freshness after the rain.
Everything is wonderful. Including my mood.
I suddenly realized that it was the rain that gave birth to the rainbow and the rain that gave birth to new life. The rainy season in autumn, my rainy season, is just a prelude, or an episode.
Thanks for the rain, you gave me a spiritual baptism. In the future, I will not hesitate or wander. ...
8. The sentence describing autumn scenery on campus In the late autumn sky, clouds float slowly like played wool.
In autumn and October, the sparse leaves on the trees are as dry as dead leaves. Mother Earth opened her broad mind, as if welcoming and hugging the returning children. The fallen leaves returned to her arms and slept sweetly with the earth.
Autumn, beautiful season, harvest season, golden season, is as desirable as spring with flowers in full bloom, as enthusiastic as hot summer, and as charming as winter with snowflakes fluttering. Autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, autumn breeze is warm and gentle, autumn blue sky and white clouds are elegant, and autumn fields are golden everywhere.
Autumn may be hidden in golden ears of rice, persimmons full of fire, or green vegetable fields. Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.
The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious. Huang Chengcheng's ears of rice are hung with heavy heads, cotton peaches are like small trees, and full of tidbits are like eggs.
Ah, not rice fields, but an ocean of gold; Not a cotton field, but a world of silver. The autumn wind is bleak, and the forest is dyed golden; Walking in this dense forest in the sun really has a unique flavor.
Although it has been autumn for a long time, the feeling of soaking in smelly sweat all day in the hot summer this year is unforgettable, and it seems that the afterglow of summer is still lingering. In autumn, poplar leaves are yellow and hang on trees like yellow flowers; Falling in the air, like a yellow butterfly; It landed in the river beside the tree, like a golden boat.
In late autumn, the leaves turn yellow and fall to the ground like a yellow carpet, but the cockscomb can't bear to thank you. In the cold autumn, it is quite independent. Thousands of trees have red leaves, and the deeper the autumn, the redder it is. From a distance, they are like rolling flames.
Golden autumn has come, and the sky covers the earth like a sapphire. Clean by the autumn wind, beautiful. In autumn, red apples open green leaves and look out; Jujube is covered with branches like a little red lantern; Grapes like purple agate hang in strings under the grape trellis. How charming! There are dead leaves half a foot deep in the bushes. As soon as the wind blows, they spin and fly, and then scatter evenly, covering the path that spirals diagonally to the top of the mountain.
In the paddy field, a piece of rice in Huang Chengcheng turns up with the autumn wind, and in the green vegetable field, the full leaves are shining with crystal dew. In autumn, the sky is clear and white clouds are smiling.
Tall poplars are clapping their hands, and the wind is quietly conveying good news. In autumn, after intense harvest, everything withers in a blink of an eye, and the vast land is yellow.
Autumn wind blows gently, cool, blowing flowers and trees, as if a warm mother is gently humming a lullaby to send her children into a sweet dream. Autumn symbolizes maturity and harvest.
As soon as the autumn wind passes, the grains are fragrant. That piece of farmland, from a distance, looks like a thousand waves rolling; Looking carefully, rice bent over with laughter, sorghum turned red and corn was happy.
In autumn, you are more prosperous and colorful than spring. Isn't it often said that autumn is golden? Indeed, she has brought abundant fruits to nature and provided countless foods to many creatures, including people, to prolong their lives.
The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, as frank as summer, and as introverted as winter. The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not so charming as spring, so hot as summer and so subtle as winter. Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.
The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious. Autumn is coming, and chrysanthemums are in bloom.
There are red, yellow, purple and white. How beautiful! Autumn has come and the fruit is ripe. Pears are in Huang Chengcheng, apples are red and grapes are shining.
The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter. The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter.
Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter. The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious.
When September comes, there will be autumn, which will slip away in the foggy dawn and disappear in the hot afternoon. It tiptoed through the top of the tree, dyed some leaves red, and then flew over the valley in droves and left.
In another night or two, the autumn frost will cover the valley under the moon, and then retreat to the northern mountains for a short stay, so that the golden early autumn can gently soothe the earth. There is a faint smell of fennel in the sky.
And the fragrance of Jin Ju. The fog billowed and was broken by the moonlight in September, revealing a blue sky.
Autumn, always the blue sky, will suddenly turn its face and reveal a sinister color. Tropical typhoon accompanied by Miyun rainstorm, flood undercurrent surging, the recovered grassland is a little pale. However, the typhoon and rainstorm flashed by, and the strong airflow still shook the dazzling waves.
At this time, only migratory birds from the north know this warm bed, and the flying swans, geese and wild ducks are like a dark cloud, which makes it even more gloomy. I don't know how long it took, as if a tense struggle was finally revealed. The field breathed from its broad chest, and the slopes and dams were as clear as water. Trees and crops in the air began to sway in the breeze, and the leaves became calm and wide.
Dew came back, wet the ridge in the morning and evening, and hung quietly in the field. Lululan also came to the dam, floating quietly and never returning to the valley.
Although the sunshine is still bright, it is no longer painful, but it becomes broad-minded and clear, as if it is finally powerless, and it is impossible to steam the field and reconcile with it; ..... Autumn is coming! The sight of jumping into the window gave me a feeling of deja vu. The blue sky, white clouds, wild mountains and weeds washed yellow by autumn frost are like virgins wearing golden tulle, dancing their ivory bodies in the bleak autumn wind, showing their charming faces.
Autumn standing on the top of the mountain is like a mighty statue.