Junior high school campus composition 1 My campus has graceful magnolia; There is a wide playground; There are well-equipped teaching buildings; But what haunts me most is: colorful and charming flower beds.
The atmosphere of spring hangs over campus. "sasha vujacic sasha vujacic" I don't know when it began to rain in Mao Mao, so light; So soft; It's beautiful. Looking up quietly under the tree, I saw pure and transparent water dripping on colorful petals, as if diamonds set off beautiful petals. After a downpour, the air became fresher and the whole flower bed became more vibrant. There are oval chrysanthemums in the flower bed (there are some flower bones in bud), and there are many pink azaleas in the roses ... These flowers are not expensive, but they are tenacious.
The naughty summer doll was supposed to stand guard at Grandfather Sun's house, but she slipped out. She walked lazily to our school. A listen to, "wow. So lively! " Xia Wawa couldn't help but be curious and ran in. "It's so beautiful! It's a fairyland on earth Especially the flower bed full of all kinds of flowers, but what is missing. " She had a brainwave, opened her arms and released the energy of nature. The bowed flowers raised their heads. No, Eve noticed that Grandpa Sun had found her. escape ...
Autumn is coming. Sister Qiu is wearing a golden gauze and sweet fruit. She came to the flower bed of our school, blew it gently, and the flowers gradually bloomed, revealing one fruit after another and kissed it with her mouth. Suddenly, the fruit turned red. Sister Qiu smiled. Reluctantly left.
"ah! My world has finally come, "Dong Jie said happily. She painted the sky white, the ground white, the mountains white, the fields white and the rivers white. "ah! Only one color is too monotonous. " Sister Dong thought hard and walked to our school. Sister Dong walked in unconsciously. Suddenly, she saw only Chimonanthus praecox standing proudly in the snow of the flower bed. Perhaps this will make the snow more colorful and more interesting. Sister Dong is satisfied. Left quietly.
I love my campus, and I love the flower beds on campus even more!
Our campus is a paradise. It not only has beautiful scenery, but also lively classmates and teachers with different personalities. They all maintain a childlike innocence. So, countless interesting things have happened on campus, just like the stars in the sky.
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"When ... when ... when ..."
As soon as the bell rang, the first-grade math teacher's office was pushed open a crack. A round little head came in, looked around with a smile and ran quickly to Teacher Liu: "Teacher, I'll hold my homework." "Not today, tomorrow!" Seeing the teacher holding a book, he was about to lift the small blackboard to prepare for class. The little classmates beat him to it: "Teacher, let me help you lift it."
Teachers and students talk about class while walking. Alas, this little guy is too short. The blackboard keeps rubbing against his legs, but it's all exercises! What shall we do? Yes, I saw him holding the small blackboard above his head, like a weightlifter on TV. "It's over," he was happy.
In the classroom, the cocky little students put down the blackboard and looked at it. Ah, there is a white palm print on both sides of the blackboard, and the middle pieces are rubbed white by their legs, so the examples written are vague.
The little classmates were dumbfounded, but they didn't expect to help themselves! alas ......
"Dude, don't be busy!"
It's almost an hour after class in the morning, and Zhao Liang of Class Three (Eight) is still sitting still in his seat, diving into the sea of questions and concentrating on doing math problems. His classmates urged him to eat several times, but he didn't seem to hear them.
Teacher Zhang, the head teacher, came to the classroom. He walked over to Zhao Liang and patted him on the shoulder: "Go and eat quickly!"
"Dude, don't be busy!"
Look up: "Ah, Teacher Zhang! ……"
The teacher's beard is a foot long.
"Ha ha ha ha ..., Teacher Zhang's beard is a foot long! Oh ... "
The second class on Monday afternoon is the class meeting time stipulated by the school. The applause and laughter from Class 2 (3) scared the birds in the tree to fly away with a scream. What's so busy?
It turned out that before the mid-term exam, the class teacher had bet with his classmates that if the average score of 30 people in the mid-term exam class was above 90, 54-year-old teacher Zhang would stick a three-foot note on his chin and temples to congratulate his classmates to show his obedience.
"Hum, teacher, then you have to put a sticker on it!" The whole class secretly encouraged themselves and made up their minds to study hard, review well and master the knowledge firmly.
The mid-term exam results were announced, and the average score of 32 students in Class 2 (3) was over 90. "Teacher Zhang lost!" "Teacher Zhang posted it!" The students shouted.
The class meeting began. Teacher Zhang walked into the classroom. Hey, why is he wearing a big mask? Is it a toothache that pulled out your teeth, or are you afraid that the flu will infect us? The students suddenly quieted down and looked at Teacher Zhang with puzzled eyes. I saw him just laughing and not talking. There was silence in the classroom for two minutes. Teacher Zhang on the podium slowly took off his mask. "Hey!" There are three pieces of paper hanging from the teacher's face! The students froze for three seconds, and then burst into cheers.
"Classmates, I admit defeat. I posted a note. Look, welcome to visit! " Teacher Zhang said "sadly". But his face smiled into a flower.
The students were surprised. Teacher Zhang lost. Why are you still so happy? Is this a plan?
Campus is a colorful world, and every shot and fragment on campus will be treasured in our youth photo album and will never fade.
Lens a: energetic partner
"Ding Lingling ..." After two classes, several "Jordan II" in the class rushed out of the classroom, took their beloved basketball to the playground and began to show their heroic spirit. Passing the ball, passing the ball, shooting the ball ... one stroke and one style are orderly, and the teachers and students in the past can't help but stop and watch. Pupils write "campus photos".
"ouch!" Suddenly, the "slam dunk master" was knocked to the ground. The powerful sports commission member helped him up, asked with concern, and patted the dirt off his body. "slam dunk master" shook his hand and said; "It doesn't matter. Go on! "
The playground is boiling again.
It seems that basketball is really a "game for the brave", which is both enjoyable and exciting. No wonder boys always shout: "Basketball, my dream!" "
Lens B: Morning reading in the sun
With the sound of "morning reading begins" on the podium, the noisy situation in the classroom suddenly quieted down.
"Team leader AA went back to his seat to read English ..."
"BB is still talking, hurry up and take out your English book ..."
"Please check yesterday's dictation. ...
"Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum.
What a sunny day! Read early!
I study in a beautiful campus with beautiful scenery, which is a treasure house of study and life.
Walking into the gate, I was greeted by a tall and wide red scarf square. The bright national flag represents my love for my motherland. Every Monday, all our fourth-grade teachers and students hold a grand flag-raising ceremony in front of the flag-raising platform, sing the national anthem, hold a team-joining ceremony and watch the national flag rise slowly.
Further on, it is the promenade of our school. The walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with bright glass windows, which are covered with pictures drawn by students. It seems that these colorful paintings add some interest to the school.
There is a small pond on the left side of the promenade. There are many cheerful fish swimming around in the pond. There are three stone books on the left of the pond. These three stone books are for the school to urge us to study hard. Whenever we see these three stone books, we will study hard. There is a stone fish on both sides of the pond, which looks very interesting. On the right side of the promenade is a wide playground. After class, the students flew to the playground like a caged bird. Suddenly, people began to talk about it. Some students play basketball, some play table tennis and some jump rope. They are doing their best.
In front of the playground is the China Art Museum, which has three floors. Reading on the first floor, drawing on the second floor and singing on the third floor. Every Friday afternoon, students will go to their favorite interest groups to participate in activities.
On the left of China Art Museum is a beautiful little flower bed, which is full of colorful flowers. Whenever spring comes, Miss Willow wears her long braids. Rhododendron, red as fire; Peach blossom, pink as chardonnay; Pears are as white as snow. Bamboo shoots quietly poked their heads out of the soil and greedily sucked the milk of Mother Earth. Beautiful flowers are like a girl who loves beauty, scrambling to let people appreciate her beauty. If you walk through the lush flowers, you will find an unremarkable life: grass. Grass must also want us to appreciate it, but it's a pity that they are too weak to get wind and can only live under competing flowers.
Look, this is our campus. Are they beautiful?
The fifth chapter of the first-grade campus composition is breezy and silent. That touch of purple remains in my mind.
In the corner of the campus, a wisteria is full of beautiful memories.
Wisteria is small, beautiful and simple, just like you, ordinary and great.
I first met you in the fifth grade. You wear a long purple dress, smell the wisteria and walk into the classroom lightly. You squint at the blue silk, smile gently, and a small pear nest ripples around your mouth, like the pure smile of the beauty in the sand. At that time, I didn't remember your kind words very much, only that you were elegant and graceful.
You are too gentle to beat and scold us. Whenever I get angry, I always throw out a small chalk head. But your skills don't seem very good. Good chalk always misses us.
I gradually found that you are very kind to every student. We always like to ask questions around you. You always smile and answer patiently.
I remember that time-
Everyone is trying to write the self-study class. After all, it's graduation season. There is only rustling in the classroom. I am doing my homework. Suddenly, a soft jade hand patted me. It is you. You smiled faintly, like a flower, and whispered in my ear, "Keep your head up, or your eyes will be short-sighted." Nod, and I will pretend to be your smile. You leave contentedly, and it smells like wisteria again. Wisteria is flourishing outside the window, and I have an unspeakable feeling in my heart. In your opinion, this matter is very small, isn't it? But in the heart of a 12-year-old boy, it is not ordinary. You really love and care about us.
June is the season of parting. Seeing that purple, my heart is full of melancholy. The breeze blew and the flowers swayed.
Wisteria hangs clouds, and flowers are suitable for spring.
Deep and shallow purple is flowing, jumping and growing. On the purple banner, there is a little silver light, like splashing water.
Teacher, the love you gave me is like wisteria, which adorns my heart.
Wisteria, wisteria ...