Campus beauty composition

In study, work and even life, everyone must have been exposed to composition. The composition must revolve around the theme and revolve around the same theme. No rambling, lax theme or even no theme. So, how to write a composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition about the beauty of campus, which is for reference only and I hope it will help you.

Campus beauty composition 1 I love my school, where there are endless flowers and trees. Look, Central Park is the "Extra-large Botanical Garden" of our school. There are many plants in it!

Look, there are four ginkgo trees on the left. In autumn, the leaves turn yellow Handfuls of small fans fanned the autumn wind and came back slowly. Looking down, the semicircular small trees are like pairs of city gates, protecting the "century-old camphor tree", huh? What's its name? It turned out to be called "Holly without thorns". As can be seen from the name, although it has no thorns, it can stand there steadily.

Further on, there are rows of amazing plants that will change color. In one season, it is green and green, and in another season, it becomes fiery red. The name of this magical plant is called "Photinia rubra". I used to play a piano piece with a similar name, called "Photinia rubra", and my grandfather always called it "Photinia rubra". I think it's because it's too similar!

Walking inside is a row of dead trees. It's called Wei Zi. Hearing this name reminds me of a book I once spent, Dream of the Wolf King, in which the female wolf is also called Wei Zi. Looking at this row of trees, I feel so kind. Look closely at its branches like antlers. Many dead branches below twist and grow to form the shape of a deer's head, but the inside is empty. Seen from a distance, this crape myrtle looks like a running sika deer.

There are many plants in the school's central park, some of which I can't even name. It's really a "giant botanical garden"!

The central park of the school is not only famous, but also a place that all students want to go. Linghu Lake in middle school is also a beautiful landscape.

The lake there is sparkling and beautiful, and even the trees near Linghu Lake are unique.

There is a Podocarpus lounging on the lake at the corner. The breeze is blowing, and the branches and leaves are fluttering slowly, as if waving to me!

Chongyang wood is particularly tall. I looked at it carefully with my little head upturned. Looking from the bottom up, there are many delicate stripes on the trunk, which protrude one by one and are as uneven as tiles. I don't know why, many of its leaves form a big triangle. Generally speaking, it is like a guide, guiding us forward.

The five-needle pine in front is more interesting. As soon as you hear this name, you will immediately think of five needles stuck in the pine tree, which are extremely sharp. Look carefully, it's true, but the five stitches are replaced by five nails. Five-needle pine looks three times smaller than Cycas, and it won't bloom. On the contrary, the cycads took all these cities. In contrast, what I see is incompetent five-needle pine. But when I look at it carefully, it seems to have the ability to protect itself. Look, it's covered with spikes. When it is angry, it is like burning a cage on its shoulder.

Linghu campus is really beautiful, with many trees, which is worth seeing.

The beauty of campus composition 2 "Peach and plum are all over the world", which is the moral of our school name. On the couplets on both sides of the gate, the ink seems to be still wet, and the faint book fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, and the beauty is like a clear spring, slowly flowing in the hearts of students.

The beauty of the campus is precisely the beauty in this book!

Strolling along the tree-lined path on campus, watching the flowers in bud nourished by the expensive spring rain. From a distance, a student is reading a Chinese book carefully. Suddenly, the beauty of early spring flashed through my mind. "The sky is like a crisp drizzle, and the grass is close at hand, but there is no". Did the poets at that time also walk through the shade, looking for that book and keeping company with the rain? A clump of new green in front of me, spanning thousands of years, came to my side and showed vitality.

Standing quietly in front of the classroom window, stroking the wall newspaper wet by drizzle. Ink faint gently. Sitting in the classroom, I was speechless, but I caught a glimpse of the slogan "Learn all the words in the world and make up my mind to read all the books in the world" and couldn't help laughing. Laugh, as if tasting a little truth, continue to lower your head and listen to the sound of the book with almost humility. After reading it, I was just a little tired. The teacher came into the classroom-before I knew it, the bell had rung.

"I liked studying when I was young ..." "I was hard to be diligent." I study with my classmates. My voice is like a stone thrown into the vast ocean. If you listen carefully and look carefully, you will know that this stone has been integrated with the ocean and my heart has been integrated with this passage.

Have you ever experienced "the bright moon is in the sky, and the horizon is * * * at this time"? Books and experiences will tell you.

Have you ever tasted the loneliness of "until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon, bringing me my shadow and letting the three of us" alone? Don't be afraid, look up, the warm sunshine smiles of the students standing on the podium will drive away the dark clouds in their hearts.

Have you ever envied the open-mindedness of "I wish you a long life, thousands of miles away" when you miss your family? Standing in the corridor, the wind is blowing on your cheeks. You know that everything is actually very simple, just to see if it is outside your heart.

You see, Confucius stood in the middle of the campus and closed his eyes. The inculcation that "people don't know and don't care, they are not gentlemen" is still in my ears. Next to the boulder of "Germany is not alone, there must be neighbors", the words "all for the future development of students" are so eye-catching.

I don't know who said that the food we eat every day will be converted into calories and nutrients in our bodies. You don't know where they went, but they really precipitated you now. So are books and life.

Maybe one day after graduation, I will suddenly look back. In the three years of junior high school, the outlines of people and things have been blurred in my memory, but I will never forget that book.

Books on campus are as beautiful as summer flowers, as elegant as tea and as fragrant as spring mud.

Its beauty, full of time and memory, makes the past and thoughts never fade.

The beauty of campus composition 3 I entered the campus in September and have never tasted the beauty of the campus. In this afternoon, the sunshine is warm, which is an opportunity for me to learn about the beautiful scenery of the campus again.

The willow tree looks like the long hair of several beautiful women from a distance, dancing with the wind, which can't help but make people think. Go into the pavilion in the big garden to enjoy the cool. Here, it is a good shade, and there are dead vines on the left and right. Across the pavilion, there is a wisteria tree on the right. If you don't look carefully, you can't see beans at all. This is different from ordinary beans, from fine to thick, it feels furry and looks like a girl's earrings. Between wisteria and shrubs, there is a black widow lying on the internet, basking in the sun and drinking tea. She is not afraid of outsiders at all, so she is naturally familiar! The sun shines on the earth and the grass is like a painter's masterpiece. Birds are flying in the air and fish are playing in the pond. What a beautiful scenery! Come, look down, there are some cute little dog tail grass, swaying in the wind, as if to show us friendship. A big sundial stands here, engraved with east, south, west and north. Ask where it came from. This is a gift from graduates to their alma mater, which is given every year to thank them.

Into the small primary school garden where I have lived for six years. Although it is not as big as the big garden, it is much more beautiful and colorful than the big garden. Not red hawthorn, a string, like pearls, the fruit has surrounded the leaves. Looking ahead, there is green on the red and red on the green, which is beautiful. Jasmine smells good! There are butterflies on the flowers, which reminds me of a song: "What a beautiful jasmine, what a beautiful jasmine, full of fragrant and beautiful branches, full of fragrance, praised by people in white." There are chrysanthemums, red ones, yellow ones and white ones, all competing for beauty, thorny roses, plum-red cockscomb flowers, etc., all of which are tied. On the way back, there was a stone engraved with the word gratitude, which was also a gift from a graduate student to his alma mater. Although it is only a stone, it has a deep meaning, which means that their students' gratitude to their alma mater is like this stone, which will never be vacant and will always be full.

A school with flowers and trees and a good environment is not necessarily the best school. The moral character is noble, the students are of high quality and the school is civilized and beautiful. I think the schools with these three points are basically excellent schools, and of course there are many others. There is an old China saying on the wall outside the middle school of our school. Ceng Zi said: "I go to three provinces every day to save myself: Are you cheating others?" Don't believe in making friends, are you not used to it? "It means that you have to reflect on yourself three times a day, have you tried your best to plan things for others, have you learned the knowledge taught by the teacher, and have you made friends with integrity. Such students are qualified students every day.

I am deeply gratified to be in such an excellent school and such a beautiful campus!

The beauty of campus composition 4 On a small piece of unremarkable land on campus, several green onions are growing quietly. They stood upright in the autumn wind, and the six white petals on the slender stems rolled up slightly, allowing the sun to jump in between. I can't help going crazy. ...

I saw beauty-beauty, which turned out to be a kind of conflict and collision. The water drops that stopped at the beginning of the heavy rain added some vitality to the green onions, and the life supported by the crystal clear and pure green and white became more and more vivid. When it collided with the dark earth and yellowish autumn scenery, it hit a lovely beauty. These small and tall bodies collided with the small trees that were blown crooked by the strong wind a few days ago, colliding with the beauty that makes people forge ahead. When I close my eyes, these flowers will jump into my mind one by one and collide with my fatigue after school. They will collide with pleasant beauty. It turns out that beauty is the product of a thing in the picture captured by the eyes colliding with the things around them and our hearts in turn.

However, if you are not in the campus, not in the park, but in other corners of the city, in rows of tall buildings, will there be so many fascinating collisions and so many fascinating beauty? In Notre Dame de Paris, the street performer Esmeralda's pretty and delicate face, big black eyes, burning eyes, tall and straight figure and slender feet must have been imprinted on everyone's mind, but who can say that quasimodo, an ugly one-eyed bell ringer, is not beautiful? Beauty is not satisfied with its form, it is also internal and spiritual. Two years ago, the Wenzhou bullet train accident, many Wenzhou people lined up in the middle of the night to give their blood; Many people are willing to lend a helping hand at the risk of being wronged; Beautiful names such as "the most beautiful mother" and "the most beautiful driver" are crowned on the people around us ... The goodness in human nature and the tragic pain in reality constantly collide, and always collide with different beauty.

Flowers will naturally fail when they are in full bloom, and every beautiful little thing in life will always end. Is beauty just stop for a minute, and will eventually disappear? No, the collision will not stop, and the spark of touch will not go out. Cao Wenxuan said, "Beauty is no less powerful than thought. A profound thought may become common sense. There is only one thing that will never age, and that is beauty. " Yes, beauty is youth. If we try our best to create beauty and pay attention to the beauty around us, we will be in the beauty of youth. No matter how beauty changes its appearance, it will always be young.

I came to my senses and continued to walk on the campus path. At the corner of no more than two steps, there are several chopped green onion in full bloom at the feet. I just slowed down and didn't stop. I see all the scenery including them-soil, small trees, classmates coming and going around me ... I want my mind to collide with everything around me!

What a beautiful autumn panorama, what a beautiful youth!

I am a student of Century Primary School, and I found the beauty of the school. This is a warm and beautiful campus, which is like our home.

Early in the morning, I came to the vast playground of the school. Track and field athletes are training hard on the track. I saw an athlete who was very uncomfortable. He didn't run fast, and his face turned white. After his training, I kindly asked him, "You can't hold on, why are you running?" You can also stop! He insisted: "The competition will be held in the next few days. If you give up halfway, people will feel uncomfortable. "After hearing what he said, I couldn't help giving him a thumbs-up sign.

I came to the classroom again, and the students were sitting in their seats reading extracurricular novels. I gently walked to my seat, took out "Today I am a standard bearer", watched it with relish, and let myself blend into the atmosphere of morning reading.

At noon, with the teacher's "School is over", the students who came home at noon squeezed out of the classroom with the homework assigned by the teacher. Some students who eat here do their homework in their seats; Some people are helping the teacher; Others are sweeping the floor ... everything is so orderly.

In the dining hall, Cheng, who is usually a little naughty in class, enthusiastically helps us make soup. Of course, there are bad times, and once he made a joke. When he made soup for our girl, he held the spoon high and fell down. Later, a naughty boy saw it. The boy smiled and said, "Are you watering the flowers with a spoon?" Our whole class laughed. To describe it in one sentence, it is simply "the one who laughs." At that moment, Cheng's red face solidified in our minds.

After dinner, it's time to go to bed after washing. The teacher came to the dormitory first, and he slept quietly in the lower berth. When I came in, I heard a teacher's voice, but I didn't see anyone. I was surprised and said, "Hey, I heard the teacher's voice. Where are people? " I looked around and found the teacher sleeping on the boy's bed, covered with a quilt with a child's pattern. I said to the teacher, "I didn't recognize you under the child's quilt!" " "The teacher said," really? "At this time, I found that the teacher is sometimes like a child.

When the nap bell rang, the students all fell asleep and were immersed in their beautiful dreams.

This is really a warm and beautiful campus. I love Century Primary School.

Beauty of Campus Composition 6 Our campus is beautiful, as beautiful as a big garden.

The beauty of the campus will change with the change of time and season.

In spring, after a spring rain, the green grass sticks out from the soft land and looks at the colors curiously. Some are like gold and silver threads spouted from fountains; Some are like hydrangeas, flowers are embracing each other; Some are like anemones, with twisted petals. They thrive with the spring rain, just like we study in a beautiful campus, study happily and grow happily.

Summer, summer vacation, the campus slowly quiet down, but the playground is a lively scene. The grass grows more luxuriantly, as if it were straight, waiting for people to test it. I saw adults sitting on the grass covered with summer mats enjoying the cool and chatting, and the children were busy. Some people are playing games on the playground, some are chasing dragonflies and catching crickets, and some are running and playing with their friends. With the chat of adults and the laughter of children, the night ended reluctantly, and adults and children reluctantly returned home, and the campus gradually quieted down.

In autumn, the city is full of golden flowers. The grass put on a yellow coat to welcome the arrival of the new semester. In September, when school started, the boys walked into the campus and started a new study, and the campus regained its former vitality. The osmanthus trees around the playground are blooming and bearing fruit. Yellow florets bent the branches of osmanthus fragrans. A gust of wind blew, and it nodded straight, as if greeting the grass. There is a faint fragrance of flowers floating in the wind, which makes the grass and friends feel refreshed and stand up for a better tomorrow.

In winter, snowflakes are flying, which is really beautiful. Mother Dong was afraid that the cold wind would freeze the grass and covered it with a thick quilt. Looking up at the sky, some snowflakes reluctantly left the vast sky like children unwilling to leave their mothers and slowly drifted to the ground; Some snowflakes, like meteors, are afraid of falling and hitting the ground. I reached out and caught a snowflake. Before I could see its shape and appearance clearly, it melted into a crystal drop and slipped playfully through my fingers. Children are happiest when it snows. I saw them making snowmen and having snowball fights happily and having a good time.

Ah! I like the vitality of school in spring, the excitement in summer, the faint fragrance of flowers in autumn and the snowflakes flying all over the sky in winter. Throughout the year, spring, summer, autumn and winter have witnessed the hard work of teachers and my happy growth.

I love my campus! Love the four seasons on campus more!

The beauty of campus composition 7 campus, what a kind name, this is my favorite place and my second home.

The weather in September is crisp in autumn, golden and green-osmanthus is yellow and grass is green. Even on the gray path, you can smell the fragrance of osmanthus. I love my campus. Whenever, whatever you are doing, whatever your mood. As long as you smell this fragrance in class, you will be very energetic. As long as you smell this fragrance after class, you will be very comfortable. As long as you smell this fragrance after class, you will be very relaxed. My homework will be better because of you, my mood will be cheerful because of you, and my desk will have petals because of you. If I don't leave, if I can stay here forever, I would like to spend every season here with osmanthus. It will not be forgotten, blown away or lamented, but will only be comforted, played and sung to us with that euphemistic voice. ...

When autumn rain hits my face and piles of dark gray clouds depress the earth, I know that autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves and happiness comes; The campus smells of autumn, so I know the sky is soft, clear and ethereal.

There is another kind of beauty on campus, which is called silence. It is not the silence of students, but the silence of the wind blowing across cheeks, trees and flowers, because I heard its call not far away, calling us to go out and watch the flowers fall. It was just another sound, another smell-birds came and landed on the bamboo, chirping and singing. Sniffing the thick Gui Xiang, you won't let me have all kinds of flowers, and I won't let your flowers bloom in competition, emitting a faint fragrance. The playground where I play is also my favorite place. Walking on the playground, a fresh air came face to face, refreshing. Looking up at the blue sky, in the blue sky, a white cloud has thousands of gestures; Some are like a group of leisurely sheep, some are like a few fine horses, and some are like big running dogs ... Sometimes, these clouds seem to want to come back to life, deliberately teasing you, winking at you and turning into small animals to please you. With the return of white clouds, the sky soon darkened, replaced by a group of mysterious girls wearing black gauze; The campus at this time has a unique flavor. Crickets began their concert, and the sound of reading in every classroom disappeared. However, what I get is the occasional bird song, which seems to be calling and singing. At this time, the campus has been transformed into a beautiful garden that is suffocating. This is my campus.