The first note for this new song is our beloved Principal Sun. I remember that it was an early morning, I came to school early to do duty. In the misty morning fog, I found a figure swaying on the pavement in front of me. Suddenly, he bent down, picked up something from the ground, and walked towards the garbage bin. I walked over to see that the man was our Principal Sun, and what he had picked up was a dirty piece of waste paper! I was stunned that this was our principal, and he didn't seem to be thinking about that, just walking towards the front. I suddenly felt that his leaping body is like a beating note, a string of footprints behind him constitutes a wonderful melody, that is the song of spring, that is the song of dedication, that is the song of civilization, that is the song of the role model, he is guiding us to meet the arrival of spring.
Back to the class, I told everyone about it, and we all said we would like to take Principal Sun as an example, to be a civilized teenager who loves his class, loves his school, and loves others. Thus, in the warm spring breeze, in the bright sunshine, a young figure in front of people's eyes flashed, a bright note in people's ears played, a moving melody in the campus of the sky echo. You see, the classroom, a pot of flowers competing to open, a share of fragrance refreshing, this is the naughty king Yao Dongyang changed his heart; playground, a pot of water clattering, a small tree stretching leaves, that is Xie Ning and Wang Benchao's credit; you look, under the street lamp, a chubby little boy, stomping on the stone, crossing his toes, reaching out his little hand, the street lamps lighted up all night to pull out. He is Yang Kunyu from Class 1; by the road, two little girls delivered a pile of coins still with their own body heat to the disabled, they are Ji Jing and Li Yuefang from Class 5(1). Listen, the wind is picking up, who is closing the classroom windows one by one? No need to ask, one look at that clever figure will tell you that it is Wang Nan from Class 6(2) who takes the initiative to check the doors and windows of each class; listen again, in the old people's home, who is singing for the old people? There is no need to ask, a listen to the sweet voice will know is six (1) class Yu Chunxiao in the old people to send laughter ...... do not need to cite more examples, from the class to the class outside, from the school to the school outside, from the morning light to the twilight, a bright smiling face in the proof, a sound of the children's voices in the evidence, a burst of read aloud! The sound of books is proving, a diligent figure is proving, neat and tidy gymnastic movements are proving, imposing fitness whip is also proving, Yu Shi attached to the primary school of more than 800 teachers and students are reciting a touching poem with love, is writing a civilized music with action, is playing a strong sound of the times with true love!
This is exactly: the century spring breeze warms the heart,
Good spring color inside and outside the campus.
Teachers and students **** Yucheng civilization flower,
Scented full of Qiankun new song.
Teachers, students:
Hello! The title of my speech is "let our campus more beautiful".
Spring has returned to the earth and everything is recovering. The grass is sprouting and the trees are turning green. On the occasion of the first Arbor Day in the new century, our school brought in truckloads and truckloads of trees, flowers and turf, and suddenly the campus changed into a new outfit, the old look into a new face, a large piece of green in front of us. The school in order to create a beautiful, comfortable learning environment for us, in order for us to be able to grow more healthy and lively, find ways and means to raise funds to our campus to add a piece of new green, built a flower garden, cultivated a piece of turf, planted a tree saplings.
As a high school student what should we do? Can we plant a small tree for the campus, add a flower to the flower garden, pour a pot of water for the turf? If we can't do it, then I think we should at least contribute to the protection of the beautiful environment of our campus, do a little responsibility.
In recent days, the weather has been getting warmer and warmer, and the business of selling cold drinks at the school kiosk has been getting hotter and hotter. Our class area is next to the kiosk, so naturally, we have suffered. A class, the kiosk crowded, students holding a piece of food, biting a branch of ice, sucking a bag of cold drinks, eating, laughing, making a fuss from the kiosk out, a few students will be wrapping paper, cold drinks bag casually thrown, so our trunk area on the green and flowery wrapping paper, cold drinks bag with gusts of spring wind on the ground lightly flying dance, up and down, can be described as our campus in a unique a It is a unique scenic line in our campus, which is so out of place with our school's new flower beds and freshly planted turf.
The students who cleaned up the area now have something to do. After class, we have to live to guard the area - specializing in picking up wrappers, cold drink bags, popsicle sticks. Sometimes when the wind is strong, we have to chase the flying paper bags, and they fight guerrilla. Just picked up clean, and then someone threw down, do not believe please see: some of the flowery green pieces of paper are floating down from the upper floors leisurely, like a woman scattering flowers in general. Angry we simply do not pick up. We returned to the classroom, let them go to throw it, throw it. Not long ago, we have been sparsely dotted with those flower paper, red and green bags, really colorful. What the heck, pick up and throw, throw and pick up, who has so much effort? Is gambling, suddenly, we saw through the window has been retired and have the sequelae of stroke teacher Ding, he is moving hobbling legs, trembling out of the dormitory, came to my class dry area, slowly squatting down, stretch out that pair of really not handy hands, shaking, one by one, will be on the ground slowly pick up the sundries, pick up ... ... ... ah! Mr. Ding, you can have a clean, beautiful, comfortable learning environment for us, despite the old age, forget the disease, once the class to pick up garbage near the store, we still have what reason to hide in the classroom? That was our chartered area! We no longer gambling, our eyes moist, we rush to our bag dry area, continue to pick up that do not know when to finish picking up the garbage.
Students, caring for the campus and beautifying the environment is everyone's responsibility. When you are trying to throw out the peelings and shells, please walk a few more steps, put it into the garbage can; when you walk and see the ground floating pieces of paper, please bend down and pick it up. If we are all clean, each abide by public morality, our campus will be cleaner, tidier and more beautiful. Students, in order that we can have a more beautiful, more comfortable learning environment, in order that we can be more healthy and lively growth, let us join hands, **** with the creation of a beautiful campus environment. Our campus will definitely be more beautiful!
Thank you all!
Give yourself a spring
Spring rain pattered down, and the curtains of water hanging from the eaves of the house drooped down onto the newly thawed soil. Suddenly, I realized that a bright little green cap had sprung up in the dark, wet, rolling dirt. It was a newly sprouted grass! Its lush greenness signaled vitality, and it greedily sucked in the rain and dew, burrowing hard to become a member of the world of embellishment!
Looking at this scene, I can't help but be impressed: aren't we also grasses in the spring? Sucking the nectar of knowledge, is trying to thrive! Spring, is to take root and absorb the nutrients of the season, if the grass can not overcome the soil at this time, to draw the nutrients of growth, then it will be annihilated by the summer flowers, by the autumn frost and can not be in the next year into the mud to maintain the next generation. Similarly, if our generation of young people, can not seize the youth, absorb more nutrients, will be drowned by the waves of the 21st century, accompanied by silly regret through the life of the useless.
Give yourself a spring to sow! We should seize this precious moment, tireless study, to meet the challenges of the knowledge economy to lay a solid foundation. I've had quite a few classmates, in elementary school, middle school and high school. They have three different ways of spending their youth: some have gone to society too early; some are still sitting in the classroom, but the heart has long flown to the outside world, and some are dedicated to immersed in the joy of learning knowledge, maintaining a strong desire for knowledge and motivation of young people. The first two kinds of students are wasting their years greatly without realizing it. I can not help but want to envision the future for them: if in years, when they feel they can not keep up with the beat of the times, facing the elimination of the time, they cry out in remorse: "God ah! I will not waste my time. Give me another spring!" However, all is in vain. On the contrary, those who were firmly embarked on the road of knowledge, they paid a lot in the spring, harvested more in the fall, and became the mainstay of the modernization of the motherland. They are not ashamed of themselves, and the sky is not ashamed of future generations!
I think, if every student can so travel through time and space, will be like this growing grass, know the preciousness of spring, will be in the time not to regret, to create a beautiful spring for themselves.
I love my school
If my childhood is like a string of shells, then my life in XXX school must be one of the most beautiful. I learned to be a human being here, learned a lot of knowledge, I grew up happily here. I love this warm collective, love its unity, love its elegant environment, love its colorful activities. The school organizes students to participate in competitions, students enthusiastically enrolled; cleaning campus health, we all do it; the establishment of extracurricular groups, we are scrambling to participate.
There is such a thing that has left an indelible impression on me. I still remember the New Year's party in 2002, the classroom was beautifully decorated! Colorful stripes hung all over the classroom, "Happy New Year" was written on the blackboard, with a few cute ponies drawn underneath, and "Happy New Year" was spray-painted on the glass. When the assembly began, Liu Yunpeng and I, as the hosts, solemnly announced to everyone: "'The New Year's Gala will now begin!" After that, the students performed self-written dances, dramas, and recited poems, expressing our joy to the fullest. There was a lot of applause and laughter. We also played so many interesting games. Suddenly, the door opened and Zhao Shuyi's mom came in with a big smile on her face, carrying two big boxes of cakes." Oh, let's eat cake!" Everyone cheered excitedly." Now let's start dividing the cake! Let's cheer-!" Liu Yunpeng joyfully waved his hands and said. At once, the cheers were like the waves of the ocean rising higher and higher. Teacher Yu gently uncovered the cake box. Wow, this cake was just too beautiful! The green kiwi and orange pineapple slices looked great against the bright red "Happy Birthday". Mr. Yu took out a knife and divided the cake into pieces and handed them to everyone. She kept saying blessings. I received the cake and was very excited. I knew that this cake meant that we had entered a new year; we had grown up, matured, and become smarter, and should know better, know better to serve others. At the beginning, we were just a little kid who didn't know anything, but now we have become big brothers and sisters in school. This can not be separated from the teacher's education, can not be separated from the school's training. In the sound of songs and laughter, we ended the New Year's Eve party. I looked at my classmates who were full of smiles and felt happy in my heart. Ah, such a collective, how can I not love, how can I not feel happy?
I love my group, I love my school, because it is full of joy. I grew up here happily! If you ask me, how is your alma mater, I will proudly say to you, "It is a paradise in my heart!"
My Campus
Like to walk alone in the campus, alone to feel the freshness of the campus, taste its point of change. Early morning, noon, dusk, different moments of her presentation of different elegance and harmony. Walking in the forest path, from time to time there will be gray and white magpies swept from the front, landing on the lawn leisurely pacing around, not afraid of people approaching. And no matter where the eye is cast, what comes into view is a piece of nature's quiet and harmony. Every day there is a surprising discovery under her thick green color.
The lilacs that bloom in front of the school building, either purple or white, always exude a fragrance that makes people stop and look for petals that can make their dreams come true. There are always girls who love flowers quietly pick a bunch or two to go back, clip in a book or put in a bottle, the aroma immediately filled the surrounding area, without immersing themselves in the floating world, reverie.
The morning after the rain, the lawn beside the boulevard paved with a layer of light purple sycamore flowers, although the petals have withered, but also issued a strong fragrance. Breeze, and sent a burst of fragrance, but this is different from the sycamore fragrance, light, more pleasant. Follow the fragrance of the flowers, the original is the yard of the acacia flowers emanate. See the trees that string of full white slightly green acacia flowers, the heart is slightly surprised, acacia flowers have already opened, the original unknowingly came to have more than a month. Oh, hometown should also be acacia fragrance it, the heart can not help but ripple a wisp of homesickness.
The roadside open space opened up some yellow wildflowers, is not the spring wind quietly put the seeds down? The first thing I'd like to do is to get a good look at the flowers on the lawn, and I'd like to see them on the lawn! Soft branches and stems swaying in the wind, the green background, the petals like the stars in the sky in the non-stop winking at you , feel how lovely naive, like a child's skin as tender as soft.
The center of the garden a few green maple trees, the thick green shade to the people around it, which is the children, students, the old man's peach blossom. Children can not walk in the stroller with the unique language to greet each other, the older children can not wait to break free from the arms of their mothers toddler, the children returned from school in the rockery fountains laughing and playing. Occasionally, a group of kindergarten children can be seen walking by, with two teachers in front and one behind, pulling a rope in the middle, to which many rings are attached. The children then grabbed the rings and stepped forward, but they always do not look at the road, eyes looking left and right, full of curiosity about their surroundings, and sometimes open their mouths and uttered childish words. When I see these innocent children, I can't help but feel like I've returned to the age of innocence. The old people play tai chi, take a walk, play with their granddaughters and grandchildren, and chatter about their families. Look at their red hair, full of kindness, forehead wrinkles written with the wisdom of life and hardship, gave me more experience after the calm and open.
The center garden as a symmetrical point, surrounded by the distribution of simple and ancient teaching buildings. The combination of Chinese and Western style architecture and the trees are particularly well matched, the flying cornice, the wooden floor that creaks when stepped on, and the gray-haired professors, all together tell the ancient vicissitudes of the campus and its long history. And everywhere in between, there are countless flowers blooming, white, pink, crimson, yellow, colorful. No need to know the name of the flowers, just appreciate, they are the most beautiful face decorated with the campus landscape, embellished with the mood of flowers.
The campus is quiet, there is no crowd on the road, as if on vacation, but the boulevard, small plaza, stone benches, stone tables, but it is the students who read hard with books. They are so engaged, even if the occasional children's playfulness, classmates passing by a moment of joking and laughing can not be distracted. And this is the campus of the most vibrant and energetic scenery, is their campus with the sunrise and sunset of the four seasons, sucking the natural aura, wrestling with the essence of knowledge. Seeing their silhouettes, what comes to mind is not only their admiration, but also a teacher's heartfelt words, "medical students are to endure loneliness, and endure hardship". The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers," he said.
"Look out of the window, look at the clouds, look at the door blossoms and flowers", every time I walk, breathing with flowers and grass, fresh air, soil flavor, and soon into it, I feel that this campus belongs to me. Campus is beautiful, but she gave me more is the enlightenment and cleansing of the soul, the thought of cultivation, the inner temperament of the cultivation, so that I have a more peaceful attitude to face life, into society. Away from the city's noise, the world of the world, the complexity of society, there is only nature and the peace of mind and harmony, this is my campus, a piece of pure land in my heart.
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