Spring makes the earth look brand-new, gives all love to our school, gives us joy and hope, and urges us to make progress.
In the late autumn evening, I walked in the quiet campus, only to see the flowers withered, the leaves withered, the bare branches hung listlessly on the trunk, and the green grass in the past was now just yellow.
Angel earth is brand-new. Spring gives all love to the school. Spring gives us joy and hope and urges us to make progress.
The past four dilapidated school buildings have disappeared, brand-new classrooms and conference rooms stand in barrier-like walls, and small and exquisite reception rooms guard the west side of the gate.
Campus, you helped me step into the hall of knowledge, you gave your erudition and selflessness; Campus is the world where you let me go to friendship, and you let us see your breadth.
Campus, my book castle. You let me know "good" and "bad"! I can't live without you. You are the source of my strength.
The campus began to be lively, and the laughter of the past was restored. The students who came to register were beaming and asked the teacher about the start of school; Some teachers are preparing textbooks and teaching tools for the new school year, while others are cleaning and arranging classrooms to welcome new students with elegant and fresh learning environment.
There are four charming seasons on campus: pink spring, lush summer, autumn with fragrant maple and chrysanthemum, and winter with green and white.
A school is a place for teaching and educating people. We are like birds flying in the sky. We are also like small flowers blooming in this garden; We are also flying in this ocean like small fish.
Overnight, the campus was covered in silver and the snow scene was beautiful.
In the midsummer afternoon, the golden sunshine shines through the rows of tall and lush Metasequoia branches and leaves next to the teaching building, and shines into the classroom window, which is particularly bright.