I will decorate the corridor 300 words essay

There is a place in my alma mater that I will never forget. It is not a playground, nor a flower bed, nor the two large lawns at the school gate. "What is that?" Haha, it was just an ordinary corridor.

"What? Corridor?" Stop being "Nani" and listen to me.

Throughout the year, how many pairs of feet walk, run, and jump here; how many laughter and laughter ring here! The beautiful school bell rang again, and I walked to the corridor and sang: "Let the fingers holding the pen touch the ball, and let the nervous brain blow the breeze -" Looking down from here, in the flower bed, there are red flowers. The yellow flower stretched its arms and kicked its legs, stretched out, and looked like "finally relaxed"; the yellow flower looked lazy, bending its branches and lowering its head, as if saying: "I want to sleep - snore" ——Snoring——"; the orange blossoms are full of energy and high-spirited, just like a general, so beautiful... and the winter jasmine flowers on the corridor have sprouted some buds, pale yellow buds and some blooming flowers. The small flowers are dotted with green branches and green leaves, which can bring a scene to the campus!

There are also many slogans posted in the corridor: "Be civilized in everything you say and do, and be honest in everything you do." "Those who have ambitions will find ways to do it, and those who have no ambitions will find it difficult."... These slogans are always It reminds students all the time: life is precious, love is more valuable, and both can be thrown away for the sake of freedom.

Of course, the most beautiful things are the children playing. They get together to clock in, spin tops, read books, tell jokes, and guess brain teasers... This innocent childishness is the most beautiful scenery in the corridor.

As soon as you lower your head, you will be attracted immediately: some of the colorful dots on the floor are connected to form a standing swan, slim and charming; some are connected to form a small face-washing swan. Cats, their claws fluttering on their faces; some have become the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, chatting in love on the Yanqiao...

Did you see it? This is the unique scenery of the corridor of my alma mater.