Novel materials describing the campus environment

The school is very big. Junior high school and senior high school are not in the same district. There were several supermarkets and tea shops along the way. The wind mixed with waves of heat waves made the greasy road very hot. 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 window of the classroom, which is particularly bright.

I can't see the words on the blackboard when I take off my glasses, but I can see a bright future. My youth will end, but my memory will last forever.

At the end of summer, the branches of the boulevard of Kyoto University are spreading, gradually turning green, colliding with the wind and rustling, and the sun shines through the cracks, which makes the avenue that should be cool bright. Fortunately, it has been raining recently, and the fierce sun has been kneaded into a soft appearance.

The bell finally rang, and the bloody forces in all directions rose vigorously. Basketball, snacks, gossip, farce ... The plastic track on the playground is bare and there are several big flies that are not on a disk recently.

I lie prone on my desk listening to boring math, and I am in a daze from time to time. In a hurry and autumn, the leaves of plane trees are falling out of the window, and last summer's math problem has no answer. Buried in the dead leaves that no one knows.

The class suddenly quieted down, and everyone subconsciously looked outside, smiled at each other and continued chatting. These trivial things happened to piece together my whole youth. "

In the hot sun, the concrete floor is boiling hot, the air is sticky and solidified, and there is no shade around the playground. She was dizzy by the sun and just wanted to get back to the classroom quickly.

It's getting dark outside, the street lights on campus are on for the second time, the crowd is crowded, the lights of high-rise buildings are like day, and the light and shadow are intertwined, which constitutes a dream picture of human fireworks.

The forest stands deep, and the faint light and shadow pass through the scattered trees bit by bit, through the clear fog, and fall on the blue pebbles in the west, scattered all over the floor.

After class, I lie prone in the corridor to watch people coming and going, send messages with notes in class and keep peeking, and take a walk on the playground together at night. These trifles pieced together my whole youth.

Lincheng in midsummer is sultry, the sky is blue, and the clouds are mixed with a little dryness. After a rain last night, the temperature in white rose instead of falling. Cicadas are noisy, and Bai Yutang is just right on the black bar of the school.

When she carefully studied the topic assigned by the teacher, there was hardly anyone in the classroom. The electric fan overhead is still swinging, and the vertical air conditioner blades are closed.

It's so quiet around, the thin morning fog hangs over the campus like gauze, and the magnificent teaching building is hidden in the faint morning fog.

In the hot sun, the concrete floor is boiling hot, the air is sticky and solidified, and there is no shade around the playground. She was dizzy by the sun and just wanted to get back to the classroom quickly.

Walking in the quiet campus in late autumn evening, I saw the flowers withered, the leaves withered, the bare branches hung listlessly on the trunk, and the green grass in the past was only yellow now.