Poems about campus flowers

1. Words and sentences describing campus flowers

Words for flowers: A hundred flowers bloom, a hundred flowers bloom, a hundred flowers bloom, the flowers are in bud, red willows and green willows bloom, colorful flowers are colorful: ·There are some long and short things in the grass Uneven blue, purple, goose-yellow and pink-green wildflowers are spread out by the water like an uneven carpet.

·Flowers of all colors are blooming in brilliant colors, as if a colorful cloud has fallen from the sky, and several oil paintings have been unfolded. ·The golden dandelions are blooming, like bright stars scattered on the green carpet.

·The slender branches are covered with magnificent flowers, the flowers are as red as fire, the stamens are as yellow as flames, and they are full of heroic appearance. ·In the gentle spring breeze, the petals are like silver frost flowers, like transparent jade chips, like washed rouge.

·Tulips bloom like bunches of small flames. ·The fiery red Panzhihua looks like a bright red morning mist floating in the valley.

·One or two blooming water-red lotus trees are like girls shyly showing their red faces and welcoming smiles. ·The little blue morning glory lowered its head tenderly, as if waiting for someone to touch her.

·Violet blooms with many light blue flowers that are as bright as a child's eyes. ·It has not yet fully bloomed. A few delicate petals are curled shyly around its moist heart. There are two or three crystal dewdrops shining on the flower.

·The blooming roses give people a certain unkempt look. Just like a woman with disheveled hair, she looks frivolous and vulgar. ·The narcissus is in full bloom. The slender flower stalks hold the golden ears, swaying in the evening breeze.

There are clusters of saffron, including golden, pink, and purple. But they have passed their prime season at this time, and they are all deaf and withered, like pale snow flakes. ·There are hundreds of branches of apricot blossoms, like fire and steaming clouds.

? Several large bluebells stick out their lavender faces from the dark yellow dead grass - this is the first sleep flower to bloom in Polesier, ? the dragon claw branches of the single-plank bridge The trees are covered with pine flowers. Looking under the moonlight, some look like scales and some look like clouds. ?Light cyan, blue and lavender cornflowers peek out from the middle of the slender grass stems.

?The colorful cherry blossoms, black purple, flame red, spotted and golden, cover the earth like a velvet carpet. ?There are about ten lotus branches in the lake, with clear water dripping from the buds and water drops rolling around on the lotus leaves.

?The yellow flowers melt into one color, burning like a sea of ??gold. ?Under the setting sun, the bright red flowers of Shandan flower shine in people's eyes. They are so red that they seem to bleed from them. They are extremely beautiful.

?The small Milan flower is as delicate as broken jade. ?The wild rose happily bloomed with flowers like small red fruits. ?The azaleas clustered together, bright red, like spitting flames, like burning clouds, like fluttering red silk.

?The dense strings of yellow buds of firecracker flowers bloom so enthusiastically, like strings of burning firecrackers. ?The winter jasmine flowers are like parabolas, thrown in all directions from one point, with no horizontal branches slanting out. They are bunches and clumps, as dark green as green.

?The wild flowers all over the mountains and plains have bloomed like fire and tea. ?The blooming Lingling incense exudes a honey-like fragrance, making people intoxicated. ?Look, pomegranates The flower gradually turns red and gradually splits into four petals from the top. No matter how sharp the scissors are, you can't cut it out of that auspicious symmetry. The water chestnut is blooming with small golden flowers, dotted with stars, floating on the water, sandwiched among the really green cattails. From a distance, these small flowers are connected to form a yellow patch. ? There is something in the snowy field. Blood-red orb camellia, single-petal plum blossoms with hints of green in the white, dark yellow sweet-smelling wintersweet flowers, and a patch of green weeds under the snow.

?Both sides of the strait are covered with wild flowers that are taller than a horse's head. They are red, yellow, blue, white and purple. They are as colorful as endless tapestry, as dazzling as the colorful clouds on the horizon, and like the rainbow in the sky. So gorgeous. The yellow flowers of dandelions are blooming gorgeously--small and delicate, like some chicken chicks. They flutter, laugh, and look so kind and cute. ?High up, the magnolia swayed its buds gently, like ivory incense burners, emitting bursts of fragrance more elegant than the incense burned in the church.

?The water lotus is intricately blooming with small flowers with pistils, as if purple butterflies are flying on it. ?The small flowers glow bright blue, like a child blinking in the dazzling light.

?The energetic Eagle Claw Flower not only looks like an eagle's claws, but also looks like an eagle flapping its wings. ?The flowers are like thousands of pieces of danxia, ??thousands of red brocades. How gorgeous.

?The wild flowers are bathed in and become more beautiful. They are as delicate as the face of a newly mature girl. ?The lilacs are as bright as crazy. The whole garden is filled with purple waves, and the fragrant aroma is splashed in the air like wine.

?The hillside is covered with greenery, blooming with colorful flowers, like a large piece of jade inlaid with all kinds of exotic gems and stones. ·The petals are as white as suet, shaped like ivory, white and transparent, exquisite and clear. ·Looking around, the garden is filled with red plum trees and emerald green. The wind sways the flower branches and the fields are fragrant, just like pieces of colorful clouds, spreading on the snow-capped slopes. Between the glossy green leaves stand thousands of large double-petaled flowers, so red and bright that each flower is like a burning flame.

·The white magnolia flower is lightly wrapped in plain clothes, crystal clear, and graceful. ·This is plum blossom, there are red plum, white plum, green plum, and cinnabar plum, one for each tree, each plum blossom is a poem for a tree.

·The flower is as big as a celadon bowl, as if fished out of an ancient pool. It is full of water, graceful and beautiful. ·The sweet-scented osmanthus blooms particularly luxuriantly this year, with clusters of small pale yellow flowers covering the branches layer by layer.

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2. Poems praising flowers in primary school

A collection of poems describing flowers in Chinese textbooks

Listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty

Full of spring scenery The garden cannot be closed, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall

Thousands of thick green branches are a little red, and the moving spring scenery does not need too much

I would rather die with the fragrance of the branches than blow it down in the north wind

In the deep snow in Qiancun, a branch bloomed last night

Don’t let others praise the color, but keep the fresh air to fill the world

The plum blossoms are three-quarters white, and the snow is white. But it loses the fragrance of plum blossoms

The lotus leaves that touch the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are uniquely red

The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, so only Asakusa has no horse hooves

Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers

I don’t know if the water blooms first, but I suspect it is because of the winter snow.

The fragrance of lotus sells in late summer, and the fragrance of chrysanthemum enters the new autumn.

The green bamboo contains new powder, and the red lotus has fallen from the old clothes

When the wine bottle is in the xuan, hibiscus blooms on all sides

The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops clear Sound

The color of bamboo is green under the stream, and the lotus is fragrant in the mirror

The round lotus leaves are floating, and the thin wheat is falling lightly.

The wind contains green Xiaojuan, and the rain is pure. The red bean sprouts are fragrant

The water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts the lotus leaves one by one

The lotus leaves are like clouds with constant fragrance, and the boat is swaying into Xiling

The rouge snow is thin and smoked Submerged in the water, the emerald plate is high and glowing in the night

After the light rain, the lotus is turned over, and the pomegranate flowers are blooming

The autumn chrysanthemums are beautiful, and the dew is shining on them

The chrysanthemum in the deep courtyard is desolate in the rain, and the lotus in the pond is half covered with frost

It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, there will be no flowers after all the flowers have bloomed

The purple and half-open chrysanthemums are quiet and red. All the sadness of lotus flowers in Zhugong

When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill hundreds of flowers after they bloom

The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the flowers are cold and fragrant, and it is difficult for butterflies to come

The lotuses are gone and there is no rain cover, but the chrysanthemums still have proud frost branches

After dusk when I drink wine on the east fence, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves

Thousands of birds sing in the New Year, In February, the poplars are all over the sky

The poplars and elm pods have no talent, but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky

The moonlight in the courtyard is clear and bright, and countless poplars pass by without a shadow

The spring breeze does not release the ban on the poplar flowers, and flutters at the faces of passers-by

The spring breeze does not allow the poplar flowers to bloom

The spring scenery is divided into three parts, two parts are dust, and one part is running water

There is no one in the willow path, and the fallen catkins fly without a shadow

The fallen catkins are flying red, and the fragrance is fragrant every day

The catkins fall silently and shed tears in spring, and the moving clouds have shadows and the moon is shy

There is no one in the stream, and they bloom and fall one after another

There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone

The snow is like plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms are like snow. Like harmony. Not like Du Qijue

The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen

Begonia does not hesitate to be rouge, independent in the drizzle

The south wind in April is barley yellow , the jujube flowers have not yet fallen and the tung leaves are long

There are no catkins due to the wind, only the sunflowers are tilting toward the sun

The grass is warm and the clouds are dim in spring, and the palace flowers are blowing in the face to see passers-by

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The eyes of the flower branches and grass vines are blooming, and the little white ones are growing red on the girl's cheeks

The flower bed is about to leave in late spring, and the fallen flowers are dancing in the wind.

The falling flowers come and go like a boat if they wish.

The flowers, whiskers, willows, and eyes are all rogue, and the purple butterflies and wasps are all sentimental

The fragrance spreads to the heart of heaven, without saying anything about ordinary plants and trees

Wherever the fragrance is smelled, the shadows are reflected in the flowing water. Fallen home

I hope that the wind will blow far away, and every door and lane will be full of spring

Looking at the vast sea of ??fragrant snow, the mountainside of my home is a good title

Gentle breeze With raindrops and moss patterns, I can smell the lingering fragrance in the desert

When I entered the world, I picked up the red snow, and left the dust to cut the purple clouds

It seems that it is an ordinary color, the shades are determined by his ice and snow

White plum blossoms lazily compliment red plum blossoms. Show off your beauty before opening your eyes to drunkenness

There is no snow remaining on the winding threshold of the leisurely courtyard, and the flowing water falls on the empty mountain.

Xia 3. Poems about campus

Stepping into the campus.

The fragrance of books fills the air.

A warm breeze,

blows around you.

The campus is a poem,

The campus is a painting.

The campus is a long river of history,

The campus is a fragrant mountain with red leaves like fire.

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This is the ocean of poetry,

This is the paradise of flowers.

We cultivate here,

We harvest here.

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Our campus,

is a paradise of dreams!

Campus Song of the Four Seasons

Golden Campus

We come noisily

Young minds

Overflowing Infinite expectations

A plain world

We vent to our heart’s content

Fierce feelings

Radiate the colorfulness of life

Green campus

Those ignorant teenagers

Show the brilliance of life

Appreciate the infinite knowledge

Hot campus

Those young faces

Full of gained knowledge

Looking forward to the new school year

The campus of the four seasons

A colorful year Another year

In the blink of an eye

We grew up

So

with the joy of growing up

we Leave silently

On a pure fertile soil

Breeding our hope for tomorrow

We long to become a vigorous eagle in the future

Soaring in the sky

It's you

Give me a good start in life

It's you

Inspire It's you who have quenched my desire for knowledge

and helped me become successful and help me fly.

You taught me

Give others flowers and leave fragrance in your hands

You taught me

Add smiles to others, Keep your heart happy

Today

I will give you the most beautiful flowers

Today

I will give you the sweetest smile

Give it to you

My dearest school

A monument that will always stand in my heart

Beside a main road,

I remember there was a small school.

The sound of reading came from the early morning,

Langlang:

Everyone is a true pillar.

Regardless of the wind and rain,

Soaring to the south and north.

Now I look at my hometown with tears in my eyes,

Mang Mang:

When will I tell you my true feelings? 4. What are the poems that describe the "beautiful campus"

"Farewell Cambridge"

Xu Zhimo now

I left quietly,

Just as I came gently;

I waved gently,

Farewell to the clouds in the western sky.

The golden willow by the river,

is the bride in the sunset;

The beautiful shadow in the ripples,

is in my heart Ripple.

The green banana plant on the soft mud,

swaying oily under the water;

In the soft waves of the Cam River,

I am willing to be a waterweed!

The pool under the shade of elm trees,

is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;

crushed among the floating algae,

sedimented Dreaming like a rainbow.

Looking for a dream? Take a pole on a long pole,

Sail back to where the grass is greener;

Load a boat full of stars,

Sing songs in the colorful starlight.

But I can’t sing,

Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;

The summer insects are also silent for me,

Silence is today Late Cambridge!

I left quietly,

Just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeves,

I will not take them away. A cloud.

Extended information:

1. Campus clubs:

Campus clubs are an important part of campus life. Every campus has various campus clubs, ranging from There are countless student associations, including literary clubs and other hobby clubs.

2. Campus publications:

Campus publications are also essential on campus. They carry the culture of the campus, enrich students’ campus life, and are also a source of literature or majors for students. A platform for sexual knowledge exchange.

3. Campus life:

The campus is a place where students live and study. All activities conducted on campus belong to campus life. Campus life is mostly based on study, supplemented by extracurricular activities. It follows the quality education syllabus issued by the Ministry of Education to cultivate qualified intellectuals for society.

Baidu Encyclopedia - School 5. Campus Poetry

Campus Poetry 1. "Campus Morning Song" My thoughts in the early morning are trapped in a tangled thread with no way to escape. The sound of books on campus The ladder that casts dreams The chaotic rhythm of unknown birds in the depths of the weeping willows directly expresses the melancholy of depression. The long journey made me tired like a emaciated horse on the ancient road. I searched for buds among the flowers. The pomegranate tree showed a fiery smile. Those buds The spirit of desire is like a pair of expectant eyes. The messy and dusty manuscripts on my desk are like a resentful woman from the Song Dynasty, lying alone and crooked. I am devastated and need a Tianzhu bird to guide or wake up. The shy clouds filled with girls in the sky begin to be elegant. 2. "Beautiful Campus" The campus's spring decoration is bright all around, and I vaguely hear the horn of endeavor.

The long hibernation has accumulated energy, giving the campus in spring a breath of life. The summer on campus is like a blooming flower, which has become stronger after being washed away by thunderstorms.

The spring rain is like a girl, protecting the flowers and giving the summer campus a jumping note. The autumn on campus is like ripe fruits, harvesting mature fruits, and happiness echoes in the campus.

Wind and rain have made this flower go through ups and downs, giving the autumn campus a sweet smile. Winter on campus is not as tender as spring, not as cheerful as summer, and not as sweet as autumn, but it has a tranquil atmosphere.

This long rest can allow the flowers to bloom again next year.

3. "Beautiful Campus" When we are young, we are like flowers growing on such a beautiful campus. The beauty of youth blooms in beauty on such a beautiful campus. The fragrance of flowers covers the path from the dormitory to the classroom. The sunshine is filled with green grass buds. The crystal-clear water drops are dripping on the green tree-lined avenue, which catches the fluttering past. The trees and flowers on such a beautiful campus breathe the breath of youth. The air is filled with the sound of tinkling piano. The children's rosy faces are filled with ideals. Confident, brave and joyful, a green pine bends down sweetly on such a beautiful campus. It has thoughts, flesh and blood, and a soul. It is the soul of our campus. It symbolizes the eternal direction and mission of youth. Starting from the heel, it tilts towards the national flag. The lower body tilts the upper body. But it is as straight as the flagpole. It stands side by side with the blood-red flag, welcoming the rising sun and watching the setting sun go away. It touches and kisses the blood-red piece of blood, and the blood boils in the body like a fire pulp. It burns the rising sun in the east. Dear students, don’t miss the beauty in front of you. Don’t wait until one day to be so sad: I won’t regret it until the moment I leave you. I didn’t take a close look at you, your plants, trees, flowers, and birds, and the bathing people in the courtyard. With the fragrance of books, I can only vaguely search for the hazy youthful footprints in my heart. When I leave you, I begin to regret that I have never been truly close to you. Your skin color, your skin, and your everlasting vitality, I really want to return to you. Holding my arms and kissing every part of your green and red skin, I really want to express gratitude to every tree and every flower, leave a smile, and wait until the moment I leave you to start regretting that I never loved you with all my heart and never cared for you. Gently wipe the tears from the corner of my eyes. I have never talked with flowers and plants, and I have never quietly appreciated their beauty. Now I realize that you are so beautiful. I realize that my youth has been silently decorated by you. It turns out that happiness and beauty have quietly passed away. I realize that I am living in my own shadow. And you - the beautiful campus - the sun is shining all the time. Why is everything always an afterthought? In such a beautiful campus, there are beautiful girls, young teachers, some chant poems, some sing, and we dance happily. How does this campus make me feel? Don't Love Her 4. "Beautiful Campus" Full of enthusiasm, I walked into the door of the volunteer teaching school and spread my sincere smile all over the beautiful campus.

Look, look, the flowers blooming on campus are the cradle of my childhood memories, the fragrance of my alma mater. Listen, listen, the songs of the birds are the familiar teachings in my ears. They are the pride composed by my teacher.

Oh, beautiful campus, I want to sow the seeds of knowledge and decorate your beautiful tomorrow.

5. "Beautiful Campus" Studying and living in the campus is a kind of happiness and beauty in itself. The grass pokes its head out and brings out the fragrance of the earth. The redbuds cover the whole body with bright red. The branches of the weeping willows sway in the dance of spring. The magnolia flowers emit a faint fragrance. Falling flowers can only take away all your sadness, leaving the fruits to grow happily. Even if the leaves are yellow, I can only thank autumn and winter for nurturing the next dream. The eyes are full of vitality and the ears are filled with the sound of books and young children. Life together is always full of the breath of spring, beautiful and happy. In my spring, my campus 6. "Campus Scene" Approaching the campus, my footsteps are as light as falling leaves. A green head is moistened and nourished by the juice of the sun. Breastfeeding At this time, we are looking at each other in relative silence, but we are still happy in our own way. You use the most simple way to feed my growing childhood, bite by bite. I lift you above my head with my eyes. The river that keeps changing its course at the end of the village never gets lost. Your ripples are still rippling with my endless warmth. The tables and chairs are still those old friends, strange yet familiar. Those simple desks and chairs could not be more simple, with childhood nicknames and some earthy nicknames running around happily on the table, and the flowers bloomed and screamed, love. As I grew up, the silent blackboard pointed at the pointer. Some familiar voices came to my ears, vague and clear. The words pointed out returned to the original nature, parked deep in the details, and became the scab of life that cannot be erased by time. Ours At every hour, a piece of bullet that has passed through the wind and rain has scarred our skinny years into a deep mark. It hangs high in our memory. We cannot forget it and dare not forget it. Just tap lightly and the baptism that has been tempered by steel turns into words. The spirit bathing in the fire comforts our entire once-injured land. Half a piece of rubber reaches far enough, but still not enough to reach. Let a returning bird climb the old window lattice and the silent table and chair. A leaf completes the return in order to express oneself. A group of butterflies are falling, making a self-redemptive transfer before the season changes. Half a small piece of rubber can polish the bright life from now on, and it can also decorate the moving grass on the land, which is as beautiful as yesterday's wedding dress. The thoughts on the grass have grown to Some flowers on the waist were also illuminated by the sun. Guided by the wind, they were doing the familiar radio gymnastics. They looked slim and graceful. Our postures were beautiful. A hen gathered a group of chickens in the pasture and called us tirelessly to listen. 6. Add "ancient poetry plaques" to the flowers, plants and trees in the school

1. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival to bring chrysanthemums.

(Meng Haoran's "Visiting an Old Friend's Village") 2. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. (Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon") 3. The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.

(Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn") 4. I feel the flowers splashing with tears, and hate the other birds. (Du Fu's "Spring View") 5. Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

(Du Fu (happy for rain on a spring night)) 6. The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees. (Chang Jian's "Inscription on the Zen Temple Behind the Poshan Temple") 7. Huang Si's natal family's house is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches.

(Du Fu's "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers") 8. Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the familiar swallows returned. (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand") 9. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain; peach blossoms and flowing water are fat to mandarin fish.

(Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi") 10. I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. (Du Mu's "Qingming") 11. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.

(Zhinan's "Quequatrains") 12. The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves. (Bai Juyi's "Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake") 13. Last year, in this door, the peach blossoms on the human face reflected each other's red.

I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. (Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City") 14. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.

(Su Shi's "Hui Chong's "Evening Scene on the Spring River") 15. If I were the Emperor of Spring in another year, I would be rewarded with the peach blossoms blooming together. (Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums") 16. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me.

(Li Bai's "Farewell to Wang Lun" Poetry in the Grass 1. The sky is blue, the fields are vast, the wind blows the grass and you can see the cattle and sheep. ("Chile Song") 2. Li Liyuan goes to the grass, one year old and one year old Dry and prosperous.

(Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland") 3. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep vegetation in spring. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 4. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

(Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song") 5. The grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night. (Lu Lun's "Song of the Past") 6. Planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, the grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse.

(Tao Yuanming (Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields)) 7. The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew stains my clothes. (Tao Yuanming (Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields)) 8. The lonely grassy stream grows beside it, and there are orioles deep in it. Trees chirp.

(Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream") 9. The flowers gradually become more charming, and only the Asakusa has no horse hooves. (Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake") 10. The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close.

(Han Yu's "Early Spring Presents the Water Department Zhang Shiba Yuanwai") 11. The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and it snows in August. (Cen Shen's "Baixue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital") 12. The sun is setting on the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is as green as the end.

(Ouyang Xiu's "Fengle Pavilion Visiting the Village") Trees in the poem 1. There are many trees and luxuriant grass. (Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea") 2. The green trees are adjacent to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside.

(Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village") 3. The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. (Jia Dao's "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion") 4. The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.

(He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willow") 5. Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed on the dry trees. (Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sending Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital") 6. Qingchuan has Hanyang trees and luxuriant grass on Parrot Island.

(Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower") 7. Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of spring trees in front of the diseased trees. (Liu Yuxi's "Reward for Lotte at the First Banquet in Yangzhou") 8. The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, which is clear and soft.

(Yang Wanli's "Little Pond") 9. Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. (Ma Zhiyuan's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts") 10. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked at the end of the world.

(Yan Shu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") 11. The sun is setting over the mangroves and green mountains, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless green. (Ouyang Xiu's "Fengle Pavilion Visiting the Village") Willows in the Poetry 1. Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the cold food and the east wind keep the willows from slanting.

(Korean "Han Shi") 2. There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. (Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village") 3. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.

(Zhinan's "Quatrains") 4. The morning rain and dust in Weicheng are light, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. (Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi") 5. Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky.

(Du Fu's "Quatrains") 6. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. (Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci") 7. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River.

(Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poems") 8. Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. (Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix") 9. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it beats the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

(Han Yu's "Two Poems by Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water in Early Spring") 10. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can't help but feel the love of his hometown. (Li Bai's "Welcome to Luocheng on a Spring Night". 7. Sentences describing campus flowers, plants and trees

★The white lotus after the rain has a different kind of style. The water droplets on the lotus leaves roll around, sparkling, Like broken pearls, drops of clear water are dripping from the buds, and the newly opened white lotus is even more sparkling and lovely, covered in silver, and bright as the moon.

★The white lotus blooms brightly like a peach blossom. Rain-damaged but not withered, like peonies blooming yet unstained from the mud; like welcoming spring, elegant and affectionate but fruitful but not proud.

★Under the morning sun, among the green trees, one by one, The strings of longan looked like chubby little urchins, grinning happily.

★The hawthorns began to turn red, like shy little girls, hiding half of their faces.

★Cherry flowers covered the village like white clouds.

★In autumn, the deep red persimmons, like a tree of flames, will amaze you.

★Every persimmon tree is burning with a passionate flame, showing off the orange-red harvest news to people.

★There are cascading green clouds in the vineyard, and the dense clusters of grapes are like pearl towers and piles of emerald beads. Each grape is like a big and shiny "cat's eye" "It makes people feel sweet and refreshing.

★The grapes called "Crystal" are long, green, and crystal clear, as if they were carved out of crystal and jade.

★Under the dense, lush leaves, grapes hung all over the rack, some purple-red, some green, like agate, like emerald.

★Blooming red pomegranate flowers hang on the tree, dressing the pomegranate tree like a shy girl.

★The skin of a ripe pomegranate sometimes explodes, like a child opening its mouth wide, revealing its neat teeth. 8. Poems of a perfect campus

The spring of campus,

is like a delicate flower stamen,

The flowers wake up from sleep and spit out their fragrance.

The long hibernation has accumulated energy,

giving the spring campus a breath of life.

Summer on campus,

is like a blooming flower,

after being washed away by thunderstorms, it becomes stronger.

The spring rain is like a girl, protecting the flowers,

giving the summer campus a jumping note.

Autumn on campus,

is like mature fruits,

Harvesting mature fruits, happiness echoes in the campus.

Wind and rain have made this flower go through ups and downs,

giving the autumn campus a sweet smile.

Winter on campus,

Although not as tender as spring,

Although not as cheerful as summer,

Although not as sweet as autumn,

But it has an air of tranquility.

This long rest can allow the flowers to bloom again next year.