Poetry on campus (self-created) 1. Poetry on campus (self-created)

Your topic reminds me that my answer carries memories of the past. Our future depends on hard work!

After all, the cold window is in its early stage and different school buildings have been built. On the day when books are given and volumes are sent to travel, it is difficult to cut off joy and sorrow. Goodbye, my campus life. How nostalgic!

Teacher's Day (I created it myself)

Spicy, sweet and sour,

Be diligent in your career and stick to your heart.

Peach and plum blossom in the garden,

Lilac appreciates the students' tears.

I often worry about preparing lessons during holidays.

Urging Fahua every day,

Willing to teach and solve doubts,

Enjoy it. Step onto the podium.

Farewell to my alma mater (I created it myself)

In the blink of an eye,

The grass is green and nothing grows.

Appreciate good fruit, shade willow,

Caixia is embedded in the clouds.

Play a song when you are young,

How much joy there is in the voice of the sub-rule.

Thanksgiving is coming,

May the teacher know the pipa.

2. Poems about campus life should be self-created and urgent.

Chapter 1: Unforgettable campus life

Like the spring breeze

Like continuous autumn rain

Unforgettable campus life is sweet and warm.

A naive and childlike face

The colorful world sees through every eye.

Grow sturdily under the five-star red flag

Actively respond to the call of the motherland

It is a pure land of the soul.

The ideal seeds are sown here.

Reality and dreams sublimate here.

The diligent gardener gave me an unforgettable reminder.

Unforgettable reading sound of Lang Lang resounded through the campus.

Unforgettable sincere friendship between classmates

Unforgettable days and nights of studying hard

Unforgettable excitement and tears after the exam

Unforgettable and unforgettable campus life every day. ...

Chapter two: Campus ditty

In the morning, you are like a warm and loving mother.

Keep calling me.

"Come on, baby"

So, I am early.

Can't wait to get into it

Your fragrant arms

In the sun, every inch of your skin

It exudes charming wisdom and vitality.

Surround me and infiltrate.

I am like a baby.

Suck greedily

This is sweeter than milk.

Grow up healthily and strongly

Looking forward to tomorrow's dream of going to heaven

In the sunset, you are reluctant to part.

Send away all the little angels

Gently open the quiet curtains.

Light a yellow halo light

Evening breeze, stars, moon and singing insects, please.

Dedicated to the gardener who worked hard all day.

Play a wonderful concerto.

Chapter III: Campus Morning Melody

The students study hard in the morning.

Cold window for fame and profit

Lang Shu Lang is thriving in the morning sun.

Run to exercise your bones.

Learn to exercise.

Youth is easy to read.

Strict self-discipline builds quality.

Full of energy and knowledge

Chapter Four: Beautiful Campus

Full of enthusiasm,

Walking into the door of a teaching school,

I put away my sincere smile,

All over the beautiful campus.

You see, you see,

Flowers in full bloom on campus,

Is the cradle of my childhood memories,

That's the smell of my alma mater.

Listen, listen,

Songs sung by birds,

This is a familiar teaching in my ear.

That's pride written by the teacher.

Oh,

Beautiful campus,

I want to sow the seeds of knowledge,

Dress up your beautiful tomorrow.

3. Ask for a self-created poem praising the campus

The drizzle falls silently, and the rain falls on my face, which is cool and comfortable.

I walked on the campus path, and the wet stones on the road sparkled. I have walked many roads, and the most impressive one is the Little Cross Road in Suzhou, which is as exquisite and simple as Suzhou people.

I think the path on campus has such a profound meaning. The path in the campus connects the comprehensive building, the teaching building and the playground.

Although it is not more than two feet wide and 100 meters long, how many people pass by every day? In the cool morning, the footsteps of morning exercisers pass by here; At the noisy noon, students carrying lunch boxes passed by in twos and threes; On a quiet night, students with books stepped on it. Whether it is hot summer or cold winter, whether it is pouring rain or heavy snow, it always sticks to its post silently and gives everything selflessly.

Day after day, year after year, the small trees on the roadside are green and yellow, yellow and green. Gradually, the original angular stone became round, but it still firmly supported the students' footsteps. In the past few years, some students who have gone through this road have studied network major. After graduation, they have established their own websites and become a new generation of network experts. Some study aviation services and fly to the blue sky they yearn for after graduation; Telecom service majors set up a rainbow connecting people's emotional ties with sweet voices; Some students majoring in business administration have become senior management talents of enterprises and contributed to the development of enterprises ... They are the backbone of rejuvenating China and the pillar of the four modernizations! I have seen roads paved with colorful pebbles, which are beautiful and exquisite; I have been to Nanjing Road in Shanghai, which is very busy. I have also seen expressway, which is flat and spacious.

However, they are not as friendly and warm as the paths on campus. Whenever I walk along this path, somehow, I can't help thinking of our teacher.

They have been imparting knowledge on the platform of vocational education for decades, which is convincing; Prepare lessons in the office, correct homework and be meticulous; How many times have they been gratified by the excellent results on the test paper? How many times, I sighed in a low voice at the red lever exercise book. Their temples are stained with gray and their foreheads are engraved with wrinkles of the years.

However, they are still working hard day and night, silently sticking to their ordinary posts. As I remember, it was also a rainy day. I wandered around the campus path, and a notice that my catering skills were not up to standard made me regret it. The rain and tears on my face fascinated my eyes.

Suddenly, an umbrella was propped on my head, and a kind voice sounded in my ear: "What's wrong with you?" I turned around and saw the catering teacher standing behind me. Looking at her kind eyes, I bowed my head in shame.

"Don't be sad, this time not up to standard, and next time, what's the use of depressed? Cheer up, there is still a long way to go! " Yes, there is still a long way to go. The teacher's kind words still ring in my ears.

Since then, whenever I set foot on this path, my heart feels warm and my whole body is full of strength! The drizzle drifted silently in the mid-spring breeze. I stared at the shiny stones on the road for a long time.

I praise the stone roads on campus, and I praise the teachers who are like paving stones. With their loyalty and enthusiasm for education, their wisdom and efforts, they paved the way for cultivating talents.

Many excellent talents have gone through this road. Am I not walking on this road now? .

4. Create your own ancient poems about autumn and campus.

1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough.

(Cao Cao: Looking at the Sea) 2. If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February. (Li Qiao: Wind) 3. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn.

(Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 4. I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither. ("Han Yuefu? Long song ") 5. Outside the window is the autumn snow in Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door.

(Du Fu: "Jueju") 6. The lake and the moon set each other off, and the windless mirror on the pool surface was not polished. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at Dongting") 7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.

(Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Ci") 8. Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan to drive away fireflies. (Du Mu: Autumn Night) 9. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past.

(Li Yu: Yu Meiren) 10. I want to say that I'm still resting, but I know it's cold and autumn is here. (Xin Qiji: "Ugly Slave? The bushes in autumn are like Taoist priests, and the edges of hedges are more and more inclined. (Yuan Zhen Chrysanthemum >) 10. Going to the west building alone is nothing, and the moon is like a hook.

Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. (Li Yu's "Hui Huan") 1 1. You must remember the good scenes of the year, especially when it is orange and green.

(Su Shi: a gift for Liu Jingwen) 12. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains by Wang Wei) Time: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Wang Wei's Works: A letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan Content: Now the mountains are cold and blue, and autumn water has been flowing all day.

At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.

Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? . Brief analysis: this poem is about the calmness and elegance of seclusion and the forgetfulness of the world.

Year: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Wang Wei's Works: An Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains Content: After the rain, an empty mountain stands on an autumn night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Analysis: This poem describes the dusk in the mountains with fascination. When Wang Sun pointed to the poet himself, he reversed the poem "Wang Gui, you can't stay in the mountains for a long time" in The Songs of the South, saying that the scenery in the mountains is particularly charming.

Write an ancient poem in autumn. Autumn night, Du Mu, silver candle, cold painting screen, light Luo, small fan flapping fireflies. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

After Qiu Dai had a shower on the dam, I saw a row of wild geese Facing the trees and leaves of other countries, I am lonely in the cold night.

The Millennium falls frequently in the empty garden, and only Singles and Yu Ye are neighbors. I have enjoyed myself here for a long time. I don't know what I am waiting for. At midnight, a bright moon in Wu Ge Li Bai hangs high in the capital, and it is empty.

The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! ? Liu Jingwen and Su Shi were given a rain cover and branches in Ao Shuang.

It is important to remember that a good year is when it is orange, orange and green, the wind blows the girl ... and the wind blows the girl: fallen leaves. Female: Same as "Ru", you; Here refers to the fallen dead leaves.

Drift: the same as "floating", blowing. Leaves fall, leaves fall, autumn wind blows you ... Leaves fall, leaves fall, autumn wind floats your book of songs in Zheng Fengxi, autumn is sad, bloom is full of autumn wind, and flowers are all withered.

The Book of Songs, Xiaoya April, is rolled in the autumn wind, and the waves of Dongting Lake are rolled under the leaves of trees: it describes the breeze blowing. Dongting: Dongting Lake, in the north of Hunan Province.

Waves: microwave flooding. Muye: Yellow leaves.

Chu Ci of the Warring States Period Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Lady Xiang" is sorrowful and indignant! 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. In the Warring States Period, Chu, Song and Yu argued that the autumn wind started, the vegetation turned yellow, and the geese returned to the south. The autumn wind in Liu Che is bleak, the weather is cool and the vegetation is exposed to frost. Wei Xing has many fallen leaves, so he knows it is autumn: Lvxiang Courtyard.

Tao Jin Yuanming's "Appreciating Willow, Wood and Mulberry" is a new autumn night, graceful and graceful, and the moon will be far away: describing the length of the night. Tingting: It's far away.

In Tao Jin Yuanming's "Fire in June in Wushen", it shows the whereabouts of Furong Lou, Liu Yangyue, and Furong Shu: Lotus. In the Southern Dynasties, Yan Qiu Si looked at the cold city, and Pingchu was 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.

In the Southern Dynasties, the pavilion "Looking at Xuancheng County" 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. In the Southern Dynasties, Liang and Liu mixed the poem "On Dressing". The fog in Jincheng was low, and the grass under Yumen was low: the grass withered.

Under the tree: leaves are falling. 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.

The autumn sounds of trees and trees in "Another Kind" written by the Southern Dynasty Cloud, and the autumn sounds of mountains and mountains in cold colors: autumn wind blowing, scattered vegetation, cold and noisy. North's Epitaph of Bulugu's Family, the Lady of Zhou Qiaocheng, was written by Wei Jiuyue: auxiliary words, meaningless.

Foreword: season. Don Wang Bo's Preface to the Autumn Pavilion: The sunset and the lonely Qi Fei are the same: the name of the bird, the wild duck.

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 "Preface to Autumn Farewell" is full of autumn, and the mountains are only brilliant. Tang's Wild Hope hangs on a different scene in the forest, and the autumn color is like Luo Yangchun's Early Autumn. The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water flows all day: the sound of running water. Wei's "Farewell to Wangchuan" describes the scenery in late autumn in the following two sentences: the white stone rises in the west of Beijing, and the red leaves are sparse: the stream falls, the white stone dew falls, and the red leaves fall, leaving little.

Wei's Poem on Two Que Inscriptions in the Mountain is full of autumn bamboo, and the cool Wuling Song and Tang Dynasties' Poem Looking at Qinchuan is full of autumn leaves, and the night pearl curtain is not frosted. Tang Wang Changling's "Five Poems of Long Xin Qiu": "The phoenix tree in the golden well is full of autumn leaves, and the curtain of the night pearl is not frosted. The smoked jade pillow has no color, and you can listen to the Nangong for a long time. "

Bai Yue reflects the cold pool, and autumn rain grows moss. Liu Tang Changqing's "You Xian Zen Master Shuangfeng Temple" went to the wild field in the south, because the leaves had fallen, and the wind in the cold zone was not far from the autumn in North Haoran's "Huai Chu Han Jiang", so it was cold to go out. Tang Li Bai's "Gift to the Master" makes the rain cold and the wind cool and clear. Tang Li Bai's "Reward for a Rain" Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng. I face them from this villa and drink my wine full. Tang Dynasty's Secretary of Xuanzhou Zhuangbie Li Bai's Lonely Place of Orange Pomelo, Lonely Place of Autumn Old Indus: People Cooking Smoke.

Cold orange pomelo: The cold smoke in autumn makes the orange sleeves chilly. Write two sentences about others.

I want a poem about campus culture.

Boiling blue

The wind is spring that suddenly appears in the air.

A group of more symbolic stars

Gently rippling in a lake far from dry.

How did the dazzling sunshine fall apart?

When distant Lin Mang is boiling blue.

Time is loosening its petals.

The red flame feather drowned the love.

It also exudes a large seductive fragrance.

Looking at the fantasy sky in July

Stone has become the only static totem in my life.

Those past events are clouds that I have seen again.

Far away, let me only remember singing once.

Time can't catch up with turning back.

When a sad fruit explodes in yearning.

Who interweaves the imaginary haze of Wan Li with his eyes?

Love is a word that I think about day and night.

Those blues calm me down again.

Years boiling in my heart.

Bouquet of life

When suffering

Touch my new wound over and over again.

I heard the texture of the soul.

Groaning in my fragile nerves

And expand rapidly.

Until I suffocated to death.

Life journey

I don't care if you have fairy tales.

Life is full of yearning and pursuit.

on the road

We bless ourselves.

Bouquet of life

It can't be gorgeous forever.

Have a vision for the future

There are red roses.

Beautiful fairy tale

Narrative fisherman

No matter how old the story is, it is far from memory.

You and they both said the fish was in the water.

Looking for more than just eyes in the water.

This season

The eyes of a fishing net are wider than the mouth of a fish.

Those details about desire

Wrapped in green algae

There are smooth pebbles and beautiful shells.

scanty

When the seafood market is full of fishy smell

The smell of copper was beautifully concealed by traders.

insane

The rest of the heartbeat also needs blood supply.

The distant sky is burning.

This is the voice of the fisherman.

We can still go to sea tomorrow.