Writing a composition Campus is a song.

1. Writing: Campus is a song. There is a gorgeous and colorful campus song on my growing road, which is unforgettable and makes me want to sing with the truest voice.

I remember that when we first entered the preparatory grade, we still had a bright, pure and innocent smile on our faces. In the inevitable stumbling, we gradually got to know each other and established a warm class. I've never been good at communication, but I'm afraid to speak when I come to this completely strange environment. I'm looking forward to making friends with people. I still clearly remember the embarrassment when I first introduced myself to my deskmate. The deskmate greeted me voluntarily: "Hi, hello, my name is Qi, and you?" I was very excited, but I was shy, and my face was red with nervousness, but my mouth was still closed and my mind was blank. I don't know what to do. Finally, my deskmate's great patience and friendly eyes gave me courage and confidence, which made me resist my excitement and timidity, adjusted my mood and briefly introduced myself to her. That year, the melody of this campus song was mysterious, mixed with a little shyness.

This song continues. In a blink of an eye, it is the first day. After a year of understanding and communication, we are no longer strangers. We all take off the mysterious veil and reveal our true selves, getting closer and closer. Playing jokes on each other has become our entertainment after school. Qi and I became bosom friends. Although we will inevitably have differences, it is more about knowing eyes and tacit words. We don't like to get together in busy occasions, but we always walk along the quiet path on campus together, listen to each other, tell each other our joys and sorrows, and enjoy the fragrance of flowers and plants on campus. Moreover, the whole class is always full of laughter, and students will try their best to become active in the lifeless class. When the science class showed the video of the rocket taking off, it said, "Altman takes off!" It can quickly ignite the spirit of the students and enliven the originally lifeless atmosphere. That year, the melody of this campus song became soft and soothing, and it was always full of youthful vitality.

It's another year in a blink of an eye, and now the banner of the senior high school entrance examination is waving to us. During the senior high school entrance examination, everyone was busy thinking and maturing in words and behaviors for change. More and more homework makes time more and more urgent, and the chat time between friends is compressed again and again, but the friendship has not weakened. Because we all cherish this friendship more. I have changed my bad temper and impatience before, and have more tolerance and understanding for my classmates, and I have more smiles and joy with my classmates. Everyone knows that the time spent together is only very short, and then everyone goes their separate ways. Students also know that time flies, and a year passes quickly. At this moment, the melody of this campus song has accelerated, telling us that time flies and every note also reveals the feelings of cherish before leaving.

Yes, every bit of campus life, joys and sorrows, played this growth song. This song branded the beautiful years we have gone through and witnessed the youth we once had. It will be printed in my heart forever as a precious memory, and this song will reverberate in my mind forever. ...

2. The campus left me a song. The campus left me a song, a crisp and pleasant song.

After class, the math teacher walked into the teacher, and the sound of "Tata" sounded at his feet, as if to sound an alarm for us-today is the analysis of test papers. "Now announce the result!" The male teacher's rich tenor makes me shudder.

First place ... second place ... third place ... huh? I seem to hear a familiar name ... ah! Isn't that me? I won the third place? You know, my math is the worst subject! When the teacher repeated my name three times, I was sure it was me. I quickly walked onto the platform, and a bright red 90 points came into view. I was so excited that I almost jumped back when I got back to my seat.

I looked at my test paper with satisfaction, like a famous painting ... huh? I seem to have done something wrong with this question, and the teacher doesn't seem to have found it ... now I'm worried. Should I tell the teacher or keep silent? ..... This question has been bothering me all day. After school, I picked up my schoolbag and prepared to go home. I accidentally found a bright big word hanging on the back wall of the classroom: honest and trustworthy.

I bowed my head and walked out of the classroom. The sky is gray, and so is my mood. On the way, I had to keep thinking about this problem.

What shall we do? If I tell the teacher, I won't get 90 points. If I keep silent, I will lose my integrity. But I really can't ignore those four Chinese characters, so I decided to "make the truth public". The next day, I walked to the office with the paper, but my feet seemed to be handcuffed and I couldn't sell them. I don't know how long it took, but I opened the door of the office.

The math teacher sat quietly in her seat. "Teacher ... this question ... I was wrong ..." I finally said it ... "Oh? Really? " The teacher smiled. "Then this is for you." "Why?" "Because of your honesty!" The teacher became serious. "You know, this is just a small matter. There will be more and more things waiting for you in the future You should be honest with each other ... "I walked out of the teacher's office, my heart surging. The teacher's words have been ringing in my ears, and I can't get rid of them.

The campus left me a song, a crisp and pleasant song. It has no complicated melody, only a simple sentence: "do, ri, mi", but it is particularly beautiful and refreshing! CoCo Lee Middle School Grade Two: Meng Ying.

3. How to write a song for me to stay on campus In the early morning, when the old pagoda tree on campus is full of sunshine, the sound of books is like a song, lingering in the classroom. At noon, when the campus ginkgo trees rustle, the trees are full of laughter and songs, and the beams are three feet around. The campus left me a song of struggle and taught me a song of responsibility.

■ rubber parade

In art class, once, the whole class was drawing seriously. Suddenly I found that the head of my cartoon character was crooked. I quickly opened the pencil box, only to find that there was no eraser. What should I do? Looking around, I saw that everyone was using erasers to modify or draw pictures, and I couldn't get what people needed. When I was in a hurry, I handed me half a piece of freshly cut rubber. My eyes lit up. My deskmate cut his newly bought eraser. I whispered, "Thank you so much!" "deskmate also whispered," are we good friends? "This rubber March warms my heart.

■ Homework Sonata

There is a math problem that I can't even think about, so just wait to copy it. I didn't expect to be caught by the teacher when I copied my homework for the first time, but the teacher didn't reprimand me severely, but carefully told me how to do this problem: one side extended to point C ... I listened carefully, and the teacher smiled and touched my head and said to me, "Ask the teacher if you don't understand. If you don't do it, don't copy it. If you copy it, you still don't understand, you know?" At this point, I have the answer in my heart. This homework symphony touched my heart.

■ Tug of War Symphony

That day, it was our school sports meeting, and there was only one last one left. The students in Grade Two are eager to try and win the title of the team tug-of-war competition for their class. Our class is also eyeing the last chance to win glory for the class. The teacher mobilized before the game, the students warmed up before the game, and I sneaked into the "enemy" to inquire about the opponent's preparation. Through the close cooperation of our group, we finally entered the finals. Our final opponent is a strong class, but how can the "warrior" of Class 8 give up easily? We picked up the tug-of-war rope and walked towards the dazzling trophy. "One, two, one, two ……" Sweating like a symphony, it inspired us to work hard and forge ahead. Finally, we won the tug-of-war championship. The students cheered, and this tug-of-war symphony shocked my heart.

Our beautiful campus is composing a beautiful melody. Even if I leave it one day, I will remember the song of friendship it left me, and it will accompany me forever.

4. Don't copy the composition "Leave me a song on campus". The fifth grade, a 450-word campus, is a place I miss.

Little bits and pieces of my life. My campus has left me many beautiful memories, and I remember the memories there, including happiness and sadness.

These beautiful memories are like a song. This song on campus is my best memory. It is very beautiful.

This song reminds me of the past dribs and drabs, such as chatting with my best friend, or playing with my deskmate, deserting in class and making punishment together. This song is so beautiful, I can't help thinking that the beauty of this song left me a beautiful song in this campus.

Ah, what wonderful memories this beautiful campus has left me. It left me a touching song that I will never forget.

Youth is a song with 800 words. This season, I miss the fate of the past like rain.

The wandering souls of youth, the scenery of campus and the sound of rain are hard to express; College is more like the ancient lecture notes of modern life, recalling the youth dating and campus encounters that can be close or not, with meditation on the past, once passed away, it will be cherished.

The sunshine of Dameng Mountain gives us new charm every day. The distance between it and youth, no one dares to say that there has never been a bitter and happy memory. Maybe going out in the sunset can be a loss or a gain. After years of elutriation and feeling the infiltration of love, I think youth is more important to the soul.

Yes, we are no strangers to youth. We praise it and praise it, because we believe that youth is an ideal. Youth is not necessarily written on paper, nor does it necessarily become a book; What kind of youthful attitude and campus mood can make you realize grandeur from the ordinary and righteousness from the whispering? A sunshine wanderer who grew up on campus should not only catch up with time, but also span a distance between people.

After all, youth is not a frivolous dandelion, but it can make many frivolous blues bloom the most beautiful flowers through mellow wine. Year after year, I embrace youth, and I feel the same as my brothers. This way of love is not the most elegant gesture to amuse youth. Perhaps the modern love stories are copied one by one, but the post-modern youth school should be its brand-new souvenir cover.

Beyond the romantic return of singing and crying, ask whether time can accommodate eternity? Can the river of life flow to the border of youth? After all, in the way of behavior, youth should not be allowed to follow classical principles. After all, not every young man with travel ambitions has a good beginning and a good ending. Don't all good things have a hard journey? Just like the Qinhuai River in the south of the Yangtze River, although it declined overnight, we are still moved and close by the graceful charm of Qinhuai River in the book. Although the story is old and the plot is old, it can be bathed in its poetic glory. We have touched the invincible plaque for a long time and still linger in the story.

What kind of artistic conception is that, holding the glory and classicality of the ruins in the ruins. It is absolutely certain that this is the only one in this life. The music is old and the strings are old, but we will still play this eternal love song over and over again at some point. We are really young, and Qinhuai River was once young. And this sigh is as profound as homesickness.

Perhaps we can also describe the process of four years of college life with a poem by Tagore: "There are no traces of wings in the sky, but birds have flown." After all, no matter how bleak the campus is, it will always be a place to grow up young. Think of the soaking of love and sadness, think of the witness of youth, and have already melted the face soaked in ice and snow. Sometimes, I am at a loss. It is not difficult to explain a course, but it is not so easy to want a person's youth. After all, youth often breeds a lot of Zen machines, and it is also a sea of clouds floating on it. This is an oil-paper umbrella. Some things will never shine, and a tear falls on my heart.

Just like the ancient rainy season and the modern sunshine. You don't have to worry about this strange front and mystery, and you don't have to worry about analyzing which part belongs to the rainy season and which part belongs to the sunshine. As long as you see the road ahead and the scenery ahead, it is like witnessing the visible wind and invisible clouds, you will meet as scheduled and feel everything in your youth. It turns out that those loneliness and loneliness are all making a vivid foreshadowing and brewing a feeling of quiet inside.

It's no good knowing each other with youth. Looking back on life is just a journey, and the youth inside and outside the door is also full of flowers. So what kind of spiritual roaming is based on youth. After Qian Fan, the topic of youth is more about emotion than description, just as the title of music can only explain emotion. Is the face of youth also brilliant? The smile of the naked child overflows from the shadowless heart, and the taste of drinking tea is not in tea. Perhaps today's youth has had too much sadness, and the sigh and excitement at that moment are too real. Walking on the flower path of campus in the early morning or evening, whenever there is knowing music on the radio that hits my heart, I feel that there is music flying in the flowers and water like a bird of paradise. At this time, my tears moistened my soul. In any case, I don't believe that this will be an era of "the sea is dry and the mountains are flat", not to mention that the powder wall of youth and the green water on campus are just window dressing. I just have an impulse: I want to sing the beautiful youth of the world in an instant.

Everyone's mind needs constant washing, and everyone's youth should stand piously on the road of sunshine. Some people go out of the city to advance into Yuan Ye, some people leave their homes and wander around the world, and some people walk alone with their arms raised high. Youth is a kind of romance and adventure here, which makes me dream and cry.

Clouds are outside the blue sky and water is in the stream. Looking for 50 thousand miles, I realized that youth is a date. There are always some things in life that can't be waved away; As scheduled, we laughed as scheduled. Youth is natural and life is natural. And if a few years later, when campus life is far away from us in the boundless twilight, will youth turn into a cloud and melt in the distant cloud to accompany you to the end of the world?

6. Youth is a song. The fate of the past is like the rain this season.

The wandering souls of youth, the scenery of campus and the sound of rain are hard to express; College is more like the ancient lecture notes of modern life, recalling the youth dating and campus encounters that can be close or not, with meditation on the past, once passed away, it will be cherished. The sunshine of Dameng Mountain gives us new charm every day.

The distance between it and youth, no one dares to say that there has never been a bitter and happy memory. Maybe going out in the sunset can be a loss or a gain.

After years of elutriation and feeling the infiltration of love, I think youth is more important to the soul. Yes, we are no strangers to youth.

We praise it and praise it, because we believe that youth is an ideal. Youth is not necessarily written on paper, nor does it necessarily become a book; What kind of youthful attitude and campus mood can make you realize grandeur from the ordinary and righteousness from the whispering? A sunshine wanderer who grew up on campus should not only catch up with time, but also span a distance between people.

After all, youth is not a frivolous dandelion, but it can make many frivolous blues bloom the most beautiful flowers through mellow wine. Year after year, I embrace youth, and I feel the same as my brothers.

This way of love is not the most elegant gesture to amuse youth. Perhaps the modern love stories are copied one by one, but the post-modern youth school should be its brand-new souvenir cover.

Beyond the romantic return of singing and crying, ask whether time can accommodate eternity? Can the river of life flow to the border of youth? After all, in the way of behavior, youth should not be allowed to follow classical principles. After all, not every young man with travel ambitions has a good beginning and a good ending.

Don't all good things have a hard journey? Just like the Qinhuai River in the south of the Yangtze River, although it declined overnight, we are still moved and close by the graceful charm of Qinhuai River in the book.

Although the story is old and the plot is old, it can be bathed in its poetic glory. We have touched the invincible plaque for a long time and still linger in the story. What kind of artistic conception is that, holding the glory and classicality of the ruins in the ruins.

It is absolutely certain that this is the only one in this life. The music is old and the strings are old, but we will still play this eternal love song over and over again at some point. We are really young, and Qinhuai River was once young.

And this sigh is as profound as homesickness. Perhaps we can also describe the process of four years of college life with a poem by Tagore: "There are no traces of wings in the sky, but birds have flown."

After all, no matter how bleak the campus is, it will always be a place to grow up young. Think of the soaking of love and sadness, think of the witness of youth, and have already melted the face soaked in ice and snow.

Sometimes, I am at a loss. It is not difficult to explain a course, but it is not so easy to want a person's youth. After all, youth often breeds a lot of Zen machines, and it is also a sea of clouds floating on it.

This is an oil-paper umbrella. Some things will never shine, and a tear falls on my heart. Just like the ancient rainy season and the modern sunshine.

You don't have to worry about this strange front and mystery, and you don't have to worry about analyzing which part belongs to the rainy season and which part belongs to the sunshine. As long as you see the road ahead and the scenery ahead, it is like witnessing the visible wind and invisible clouds, you will meet as scheduled and feel everything in your youth.

It turns out that those loneliness and loneliness are all making a vivid foreshadowing and brewing a feeling of quiet inside. It's no good knowing each other with youth.

Looking back on life is just a journey, and the youth inside and outside the door is also full of flowers. So what kind of spiritual roaming is based on youth.

After Qian Fan, the topic of youth is more about emotion than description, just as the title of music can only explain emotion. Is the face of youth also brilliant? The smile of the naked child overflows from the shadowless heart, and the taste of drinking tea is not in tea.

Perhaps today's youth has had too much sadness, and the sigh and excitement at that moment are too real. Walking on the flower path of campus in the early morning or evening, whenever there is knowing music on the radio that hits my heart, I feel that there is music flying in the flowers and water like a bird of paradise.

At this time, my tears moistened my soul. In any case, I don't believe that this will be an era of "the sea is dry and the mountains are flat", not to mention that the powder wall of youth and the green water on campus are just window dressing.

I just have an impulse: I want to sing the beautiful youth of the world in an instant. Everyone's mind needs constant washing, and everyone's youth should stand piously on the road of sunshine.

Some people go out of the city to advance into Yuan Ye, some people leave their homes and wander around the world, and some people walk alone with their arms raised high. Youth is a kind of romance and adventure here, which makes me dream and cry. Clouds are outside the blue sky and water is in the stream.

Looking for 50 thousand miles, I realized that youth is a date. There are always some things in life that can't be waved away; As scheduled, we laughed as scheduled.

Youth is natural and life is natural. And if a few years later, when campus life is far away from us in the boundless twilight, will youth turn into a cloud and melt in the distant cloud to accompany you to the end of the world? .

7. The campus sent me song compositions, and some sent "Senior Three Girls". The girl looked at those counseling books, big and small, and suddenly cried.

The girl is very tired and tired, and an old song has been echoing in her ear. The broken voice is singing: a pawn crossing the river, a wanderer in a foreign land, maybe, maybe there was a distant place that was my ideal. Oh, now, there is nowhere for me to stop ... a place that was once in my dream ... a pawn crossing the river.

There is no turning back. I never thought this kind of life would be so bitter and tiring. I walked on the crowded road with a heavy cross step by step, and no one cheered me in that strange and noisy crowd-do you understand me? Empty.

Do you know that all my time is occupied by study? I don't even have a Sunday, I don't have a happy mood, and I don't even want to see the sky anymore. Don't you know that spring has come to walk on by from plowed land? ..... I can't cry. Because I can't open my heart full of tears.

I am destined to walk slowly like this. My other shore is in July, and many people call it "Black July". But I don't know the ending. I'm afraid of the end, just like a child is afraid of the night.

I'm afraid that failing in the exam will bring things that my shoulders can't bear. Now my greatest happiness is looking forward to the scene after being admitted to college. Some people say that this is "sitting in hell and watching heaven" ... Oh. Empty.

I have been thinking about you for so long in such a gentle and quiet mood. The girl cried very sadly, sobbing gently at first, then crying louder and louder, unbridled and free, crying out the messy and illusory things in her heart, crying out the things that seem to have been wronged, crying out the tenderness that seems to have been hidden for too long and suppressed too deeply.

After crying, the girl felt very happy, but she still felt a little lost in her heart, which would never be noticed. The girl looked around blankly. When she caught a glimpse of the dusty photo album in the corner, she suddenly had an impulse. She jumped up and held the photo tightly in her arms.

Today, I should go to Yueming Lake to sketch. She thought, for sure.

Yueming Lake is a famous scenic spot in the town where the girl lives, not far from the urban area, only ten minutes' walk. The girl walked with a picture clip on her back, kicking pebbles on the side of the road, inexplicably excited.

After all, I haven't taken this road for months to recite this picture clip. When I arrived at Yueming Lake, I looked at the calm and green lake, and the world was suddenly enlightened.

The girl took a deep breath, and seemed to see the extremely pale and distant clouds, and she was full of good wishes for herself. The whole body and mind melted into the green and blue sky ... After a long time, the girl went to the hillside by the lake. The top of the mountain is a forest, where you can have a bird's eye view of the whole lake, or sketch, or take photos, or simply sit on a branch and read a book of Xi Murong's poems. Simple and beautiful, it makes people feel high.

It's a pity that girls haven't enjoyed such happiness for a long time. On the top of the mountain, there is already a person quietly drawing, and a little girl and an adult are standing next to her.

The girl crept past them, as quiet as a shadow, afraid to disturb them. She found her place and began to get pregnant. What should she draw? Lake water? Away from the mountains? Or a boat? They may have been painted. Besides, they are all so quiet, which always reminds people of their own lives ... what to draw? How to draw? ..... This girl is restless.

The photo folder is still a blank sheet of paper. "Dad, do you think the left wing is too big?" Suddenly there was a sweet voice of a child.

"Well, it's a little big, but it's still too small compared with your ideal of being a painter every day." "Dad is so bad!" The girl walked past involuntarily. She's curious. She wants to see what the little girl with big wings has drawn.

Smiling at the little girl's father in a friendly way, I leaned over and looked at the photo album, and couldn't help but give a cry. "Kite!" The little girl turned her head and said innocently and proudly.

The girl's eyes closed into a beautiful black line. The thing in the picture is really unimaginable that it is a kite.

The girl saw the little girl's father smile and said to her, "but where can I buy a kite?" "Want to bai. Kite, how free and unrestrained! How beautiful! " The little girl speaks very well.

The girl paused, feeling horribly realistic. Do I have to sketch when painting outside? When did you lose those simple desires? When the little girl paints, the first thing she thinks of is a kite flying freely in the sky, but what she thinks of is a pool of stagnant water! How terrible.

How do you ... "Don't you ask your sister to draw you a big kite every day?" "Is that all right? Sister. " The little girl immediately changed her tone and pleaded.

The girl smiled and quickly drew a carefree kite on the paper. The girl said timidly, "will you exchange mine for yours?" The little girl looked surprised and blushed: "But you draw better than me!" " Why do you want mine? "Without further ado, the girl grabbed the little girl's painting.

The little girl's father is laughing, and so is the little girl. It was a pure and true smile. The girl smiled, too, so happy and happy. "Will my sister come here to teach me to draw next Sunday?" Little girl's voice is always pure and sweet.

The girl paused, and the face reflected by the sun was soft, charming and strong: "OK" My new deskmate, accompanied by my father's inculcation, rushed into the classroom excitedly, and I sat down next to a boy recklessly. A classmate's voice rang out from behind, saying that I was sitting in the wrong seat.

I suddenly looked up, my eyes came into contact with a face that had just turned around, and a smile was involved in the corners of my mouth. There is a smile in my eyes, which gives me a warm feeling like spring. I can't help laughing.

In this way, I accepted my first friend in my new school-my deskmate Han Shu. I didn't expect her to be so quiet and delicate, but her thin lips were eloquent. Plus, I also love to brag, so we blew it away in the classroom. When she talked about her school, teachers and classmates, her eyes sparkled and her short black hair floated in the air. The whole person gave me a feeling of excitement and drove me to get excited.