Poems about campus Woods

1. Imitate the poem of the forest at the campus gate. Our footsteps often come to the forest at the gate of the campus.

We like to listen quietly in the Woods, listening to the mysterious and interesting voice-we listen to the gentle breathing of the green leaf Zhi Zi, and we listen to the young bamboo shoots silently sticking out of the center of the earth; We listened to the lark's singing falling from the leaves, and we listened to the crisp and charming singing of ants. I like to write poems in the Woods, and you like to conceive essays in the Woods.

You appreciate the harmonious rhythm in my poems, and I appreciate the charm contained in your prose. We often pick a basket of blue mushrooms in the Woods and send delicious food to rabbits raised by biota.

We often catch butterflies in the Woods and send beautiful specimens to our laboratory. The forest at the campus gate is the cradle of childhood.

Every grass and tree is full of warmth, and even if you grow into an adult tomorrow, you will not lose that innocence.

2. The sentence about the autumn campus tree is 1. Speaking of maple, I am very touched. Because the maple leaves in Shaoxing are really beautiful. But it's still early autumn, and it's not time to see the maple leaves. Now the maple leaves are only red with green. But if the maple leaves are red in late autumn, they will dazzle you, be as red as a flame and sting your eyes.

2. The trunk of Castanopsis fissa has been chapped, and the lines on his body are inclined upward, as if Grandpa Shen twisted the tree in his arms. Some trees are empty, and this old tree has passed its youth. We can imagine its grandeur and straightness, but the passage of time is unstoppable after all! But it is still fighting, supporting the weight of the whole body with its remaining strength, still showing the beauty of masculinity and explaining the charm of sunset red to people!

3. Ask for an ancient poem describing the autumn Woods ~ Before giving a formal answer ~ Let me write a poem first ~ Ah, autumn, autumn, why are you so short ~ I haven't worn a shirt yet ~ Ah, autumn, autumn.

It's over. Windy autumn wind, waves in Dongting, waves under leaves: describe the breeze blowing.

Dongting: Dongting Lake, in the north of Hunan Province. Waves: microwave flooding.

Muye: Yellow leaves. Warring States Chu? Qu Yuan's Nine Songs? Mrs. Xiang, the sorrow of autumn is also angry! A bleak, withered grass, withered, if it is a long trip, the mountain climbing near the water will also be bleak: lonely, depressed.

Liao Li: Desolate. If you travel far away: It seems that people travel far away.

Warring States Chu? Song Yu's "Nine Debates" starts in the autumn wind, the plants and trees turn yellow, and the geese return to Han? Liu Che's Autumn Poems The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool and the vegetation is frosty. Cao Pi's Ge Yanxing has many fallen leaves, knowing autumn: Lvxiang courtyard. Kim? Tao Yuanming's "Appreciating Willow, Wood and Mulberry" describes the length of the night on the new autumn night.

Tingting: It's far away. Kim? Tao Yuanming's "Fire in June in Wushen" recorded the whereabouts of hibiscus dew, while in Liu Yang, hibiscus was sparse: lotus.

Southern dynasties? Xiao Yan's "Qiu Si" looks at the cold city, and Pingchu is in the cold city: the cold has invaded the city. Look: Look into the distance.

Pingchu: Ye Ping. Cangran: The appearance of lush vegetation.

Write two sentences about the scene of early autumn. Southern dynasties? Xie Tiao's "Looking at Xuancheng County" pavilion is under the leaves, and the pavilion is high in autumn: horizontal.

Konoha: Leaves. Dragon Head: The mountain name is between Shaanxi and Gansu today.

South Liang Chao? The grass in Liu Hun's poem Yi Dao Shi is low in Jincheng fog, and the grass under Yumen tree is low in wind: the grass is withered. Under the wood: leaves fall.

Jincheng: the name of an ancient county, between Yuzhong, Gansu and Xining, Qinghai. Yumen: Yumen Pass, in the west of Dunhuang, Gansu.

Write two sentences about the cold autumn scenery in the northwest. South Liang Chao? Fan Yun's "Bieshi" is the autumn sound of trees, and the autumn sound of cool mountains and mountains: the west wind is autumn, and the vegetation is scattered, which is even more chilling.

Northern Zhou dynasty? Yu Xin's Epitaph of the Gu Family of Mrs. Zhou Qiaocheng's Grandmother was written in September, and the order belongs to Wei: auxiliary word, which is meaningless. Foreword: season.

Don? Wang Bo's Farewell Preface to Autumn's Hung Fu Knee Wang Ting: Lonely sunset in Qi Fei, autumn water in the sky: bird names, wild ducks. Qi Fei: The sun sets from the sky, and I am lonely from bottom to top, competing with Qi Fei.

A color: the water in autumn is blue, and the sky is blue, reflecting the water and forming a color. Don? Wang Bo's "Farewell to Ge Wangxu Autumn Hongfu Knee" Trees are all autumn, and mountains are only in Tang Dynasty. Wang Ji's "Wild Hope" hangs in the forest, and autumn is like Luoyang Yangchun Hall? Song Wenzhi Xianan autumn, the mountains are cold and blue today, and the autumn water flows all day: the sound of running water.

Don? Wang Wei's "A Letter from My Cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di" describes the scenery in late autumn in the following two sentences: streams dripping, white dew, red leaves falling, and there is not much left. Don? Wang Wei's Er Que Ti? There are thousands of bamboos in the Mid-Autumn Festival in the mountains, and the cool Wuling Songtang? Li Zhi's "Looking at Qinchuan" Jin Wu Jingtong autumn leaves are yellow, and the bead curtain does not roll the night frost in the Tang Dynasty? Wang Changling's "Five Poems of Long Letters in Autumn": "The phoenix tree in Jinjing is yellow in autumn leaves, and the pearl curtain does not roll frost at night.

Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face. "Cold pool reflects Bai Yue, moss Tang on autumn rain? Liu Changqing's "You Xiu Zen Master Shuangfeng Temple" goes south to the wild, leaves fall back to the roots, and the north wind blows cold water? Meng Haoran's "Early Cold on the River" has no distance in autumn, and it is cold to go out. Li Bai's "Giving Lu" is cold, but it is cold in Tang Dynasty. Li Bai "appreciates the rain and suits the rain". Autumn geese are always accompanied by the wind. I look at them in this villa and drink my wine. Han: Drink if you want.

Don? Li Bai's Farewell to Secretary Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou is full of people, and the old phoenix tree in autumn is full of people. Cold orange pomelo: The cold smoke in autumn makes the orange sleeves chilly.

The two sentences are written about human beings, orange pomelo is dark blue, and phoenix tree is yellowish, showing a late autumn scenery. Don? Li Bai's "Autumn Ascending Xuancheng Xie Jumping North Building" is a yellow bird, a cold tree in autumn and Tang Dynasty? Du Fu's "In late autumn, Changsha Cai Yong hosted a banquet to drink, sent Liu Yin to join the army, and returned to Fengzhou to visit the province", but the fishermen were still vague. In clear autumn, swallows fly to the hotel: stay for two nights.

So: still. Don? Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity Zhai Tang Xia Kou Qujiang Tou, Yan Yusu? Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity is white in autumn on the far shore, and red in Tang Dynasty in the night. Du Fu's Five Poems of Akita is near autumn, and the moon on earth is clear. Du Fu's Moon In August and autumn, the wind roared. Is it my Sanmao soup? Du Fu's "The Cottage is Broken by Autumn Wind", the long wind blows the imperata, and the wild fire withers the imperata; cogon

Describe the scene of vilen in late autumn: the wind blows the thatch on the vilen and the wild fire burns the withered mulberry trees. Don? Cen Can's "To the Girder, But Send to the Main City of Quantico" The autumn wind moves in Wan Li, and the setting sun shines high in the Tang Dynasty? Cen Can's "Gongbei Qiu Ji Xing Cui Mingyun" returns poorly, and it returns cleanly in cold weather: evening scenery, evening scenery.

Turbulence: A criss-crossing river. Zhang: A steep mountain peak.

Don? In the sound of Qian Qi's "On the Mid-Autumn Festival, on the West Peak of Nanshan, the title master Lan Ruo", when thousands of people take pictures: the sun sets. Don? Qian Qi's "Topic Su Gong Lin Pavilion" Lai Su rested, and the empty mountains were clear in autumn. Su Yu: It rained last night.

Don? Li Duan's Walking in Maoling Mountain with Wei and Jin Dynasties has a combination of green rain path and green grass in frost garden: green grass. Closed: full.

It means that after the rain, the path in the yard is covered with green grass, and the garden is covered with red leaves after frost, and the courtyard is desolate and lonely.

4. The sentence describing the forest, the tung tree in my hometown, among many trees, your trunk is not straight, and your flowers, leaves, fruits and seeds are not the most beautiful; But you have a wide range of uses, and you silently contribute to mankind.

During the day, the big locust tree stretched out its arm to shade me; At night, the leaves rustle and whisper, like a lullaby sung by an old woman, which makes me fall into a sweet dream soon.

The red leaves washed away by the fog are like red agates stained with dew, shining, and from a distance, the hillside seems to fly over the flowing clouds, burning and burning.

Outside the window, the small birch stands in the moonlight like water, swaying gently with the green leaves, longing for the moisture of the night dew.

When the spring breeze blows, the old elm puts on its new green clothes. Students all over the campus put on the latest and brightest clothes with the old elm, and the old elm becomes a beautiful angel.

The spring breeze is like a burst of warmth, and the mulberry buds come out, green and gratifying.

In spring, it drizzles like silk. Citrus swallows the nectar of spring. They spread their branches like jade, and the long and narrow leaves laughed in the breeze.

In spring, apricot trees spread their green leaves and produce small white flowers. From a distance, they look like a pink light, which makes their hometown extremely beautiful. After approaching, I smelled a faint scent, which was refreshing.

Spring has arrived, and in the drizzle, pomegranate trees greedily suck the dew of spring; Small buds spit out from the branches. When the spring breeze blows, the buds gradually turn into small green leaves, and the green leaves on the trees rustle in the breeze.

The pagoda tree has a round branch cover, covered with black and green leaves, and a string of white and yellow flowers, which are scattered with fragrance, like a natural tent, blocking the western sunshine.

5. Poetry similar to the Woods at the campus gate. I saw the grass on the roadside, reflecting the light against the early morning sun, full of vitality and joy. Those leaves that have fallen to the ground are hidden in the middle of the grass, like playing hide and seek, flickering, and the grass also plays with the fallen leaves.

The grass in the sun enjoys the warmth given by the sun. Naughty trees covered some blades of grass, and the covered blades swayed anxiously from side to side, trying to explore the sun. When the sun saw it, it turned its face to the naughty tree and embraced the anxious blade of grass with warm sunshine.

Suddenly, the sunshine wrapped around me and the warmth rose from my heart. I felt the warmth of the cold morning sun. I know it is the love of the sun, the love of the grass and the love of the fallen leaves that keep me warm.

6. Poems about "Campus" What poems about campus are listed as follows: 1 Winter Campus My dear brother accompanied me to visit the winter campus and told me about the beautiful girl with white hair. When I left, it was as bleak as it is now, and there were beautiful girls with white hair. Some love poets and some wandering singers remember that people often cry loudly in the pub at the school gate. Some people sigh in the dark Woods, and the recorder in the dormitory is full of love every day. You love you, but you leave in a hurry every holiday. This winter's campus is as quiet and serene as before. Like the gentleman with beautiful girl and white hair in the past. It's just that no one came to sing the songs of the past. I remember people crying loudly in the pub at the school gate. Some people sigh in the dark Woods. The recorder in the dormitory also plays love and love you every day. But every holiday, you leave in a hurry. My dear brother accompanied me to visit the winter school. Tell me about the beautiful girl with white hair. "There is no smoke without fire" Author: Gao,1969165438+10/4 was born in Beijing and his ancestral home was in Hangzhou, Zhejiang.

Musician, songwriter, producer, director, talk show host. 2. Beautiful cherry blossoms, brilliant cherry blossoms, smiling cherry blossoms, affectionate campus, unhappy classmates, enjoying flowers for generations, looking back successfully, remembering the blooming campus spring flowers, April spring, April feelings, cherry blossom laughter, children's growth, knowledge dissemination, virtue praise, historical scrolls, happy spring exhibitions, cherry blossom witness, friendship continuation, and centuries-old wine fragrance. Authors: Liu Deliang, pen name Liang, Xu, Liu Bin,

Male, born on June 1965. People from Taihu County, Anhui Province.

Senior middle school English teacher, engaged in middle school English education and teaching research for nearly 30 years. He has published more than 4,000 original works in blog spaces such as People's Daily Online, Xinhuanet, CCTV, Sina.com, Sohu.com, Netease 163.com, Tencent QQ, Writer.com, Micro-Literature.com, Phoenix.com, Poetry.com, China and Writers.com, China. ..

He has been selected into China Blog Encyclopedia edited by Wang Shu, China Writers' Dictionary and China Education Celebrity Dictionary edited by Hou Lian. The poem of Dream Flowers is named after the poet Liang Fei Xu Meng. 3. Campus Qiuju Campus Qiuju has opened colorful clouds. The waves of flowers with the quiet charm of moonlight, with the warm laughter of sunshine, with the deep affection of spring, with the ardent expectation of autumn, reflect the sweet smiles of children and hold the dignified hopes of teachers. White, like cold flame red, is like clusters of soft agate, like the fluttering skirt of Chang 'e, like the curly hair of a girl, like the shining clouds of sunset glow, like the feathers of a peacock, with different postures and characteristics. They are showing off their rich colors. When people come to this quiet and beautiful place, they are willing to take photos with flowers and leave an eternal smile on the film in their hearts. When people come to this pure and harmonious place, their mood is as beautiful as a pattern. About the author: Li, pen name, from Minhe County, Qinghai Province.

His works are scattered in Peach Blossom Spring, Qinghai League Newspaper and Minhe County Tourism Culture in Qinghai Province. 4. Campus, the beautiful Milky Way Campus is a beautiful Milky Way, and the sound of books is a clear wave echoing on the Milky Way. The teacher stepped on the seeds of hope in Qingbo, hoping that hope would rise from here. Countless stars converge into a gurgling galaxy, and countless stars twinkle in the gurgling galaxy. Among the countless stars, there is one that is you and one that I can't count, and that is you, me and me. About the author: Jin Qiang, Miao, pen names Jin Qiang, Xun, 1978, 18 was born in Shibing, Guizhou, a world natural heritage site in February, and has worked in Youth, New World, China Campus Literature, Prose Poetry, Contemporary Education and Shibing Culture.

He has published a collection of essays, Meeting You is My Fate, and a collection of poems, Living Here. The books outside the scholarly classroom on campus are swaying, walking in the long corridor, smelling the smell of these books, as if they had escaped from a jar. I don't know. I'm deeply intoxicated.

Not only that, how many people got drunk in the school yard? There is also a courtyard full of wisteria, tightly wrapped in one place, always inseparable, and seems to be drunk. Even the birds perched on the branches can't seem to hear its chirping, but they can hear it. That's snoring. I guess: Are you drunk and asleep? Every corner, every corridor, every wisteria yard, where can't you smell these drunken books? Maybe I'm just drunk, so I don't have those bouquets.

About the author: Lu Yi, whose real name is Peng Zhao, Mr. Wu Tong, a native of Linyi, Shandong Province, is a certified poet of China Poetry Network, a member of Feixian 7A64E78988E69D8331333438+0353865 Association, a member of Linyi Writers Association and a member of Lushui Poetry Society. His works are scattered on platforms such as China Poetry Network, Ivy League Literature Network, Poetry I Love Network and Lushui Poetry Publication.

Published works: prose "Traveling with an Exploratory Eye", poetry "You have a lamp in the dark", "You are my concern" and "You let me face it bravely".

7. We are eager to listen to the gentle breathing of green leaves, we listen to the young bamboo shoots silently emerging from the center of the earth, we listen to the songs of larks falling from the leaves, and we listen to the crisp and charming songs of ants. I like to write poetry in the forest, and you like to conceive prose in the forest; You appreciate the harmonious rhythm in my poems, and I appreciate the charm contained in your prose. We often pick baskets of mushrooms in the Woods and send delicious food to rabbits raised by biota; We often catch butterflies in the Woods and provide beautiful specimens for our laboratory.

I saw the grass on the roadside, reflecting the light against the sunrise, full of vitality and joy. Those withered leaves that have fallen to the ground are hidden among the grass leaves, like playing hide-and-seek, flickering, and the grass leaves play with the fallen leaves. . . . The grass in the sun enjoys the warmth given by the sun. Naughty trees covered some blades of grass, and the covered blades swayed anxiously from side to side, trying to explore the sun. When the sun saw it, it turned its face to the naughty tree and embraced the anxious blade of grass with warm sunshine. Suddenly, the sunshine wrapped around me and the warmth rose from my heart. I felt the warmth of the cold morning sun. I know it is the love of the sun, the love of the grass and the love of the fallen leaves that keep me warm.

8. Seek poems describing campus life. Miss Qiu quietly walked into our campus and made our campus more beautiful and charming with her magical brush.

When I entered the school gate, the first thing I saw was a tall and straight banyan tree. The leaves of some banyan trees turned yellow after being trimmed by autumn girls. A cool autumn wind blew and the leaves fell one after another. Some of them dance like butterflies. Some fly like birds; Others spin like flying saucers. There are countless air roots hanging on the branches, like permed hair, like the beard of "grandpa" of banyan tree. This banyan tree really looks like a huge guardian, guarding our beautiful and charming campus day and night.

Go east along the cement road and you come to a big lawn. The grass on the lawn is no longer as green as in spring, but gradually turns yellow and becomes more fluffy and soft. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the grass smiled and danced happily. Some stretch out their arms, some bend over and touch the ground, some swing from side to side, just like slim girls dancing and playing games.

There is a small forest across the lawn. There are two thin-leaved banyan trees. The leaves of Ficus tenuifolia are yellow-green and very beautiful. The branches of Ficus tenuifolia are getting drier and drier, criss-crossing and dense, like a big umbrella made of yellow-green cloth. There is a straight pine and cypress behind Ficus tenuifolia. The leaves of pine and cypress are still flourishing. Looking west, you can see two mango trees. Now the mango tree is gone. There's nothing. A breeze seems to be waving to us, bidding farewell to summer, waiting for another summer's farewell, waiting for another summer's arrival.

The most beautiful and charming thing on campus is the small garden. As soon as we entered the small garden, we felt as if we were in the world of plants and the paradise of animals. The path paved on the ground and the orchids around the path seem to welcome us. There are many plants on both sides of the path. There are bright red azaleas, fragrant jasmine flowers, beautiful and lovely Chinese rose flowers, fiery red maple trees and charming weeping willows ... these plants seem to show their beauty one after another. Blue is ... beautiful. Chrysanthemums in the garden are very lively, some are like silver needles, some are like silver whiskers, some are like curved crescent moons, and some are like festive fireworks ... It's really varied. I leaned down and smelled the flowers, and a faint fragrance suddenly penetrated into my heart and spleen. In the middle of the garden is a pool with water lilies, and purple lotus flowers have appeared gracefully. A beautiful "rooster" proudly walks in the grass; There are two "little pandas" eating bamboo in the small bamboo forest; The proud giraffe seems to say, "I am the tallest animal in the world". The "long-armed monkey" looked at us in fear, as if afraid that we would steal its favorite bananas; "The elephant waved its long nose, as if welcoming us to visit this beautiful little garden. These animals seem to be alive. The woodcarver is very good and can carve these animals to life. Ah! The campus in autumn is full of vitality, vigor, fun, confidence and hope. I love the campus in autumn.