I love campus. How to write a diary?

I love my campus because it is beautiful; I love my campus because it is warm; I love my campus because it is full of hope. While the "seedlings" are growing happily, the gardener is working hard to cultivate us; When we were playing on campus, the teacher corrected our homework without any regrets. I love my campus because it brings me happiness, and I love my teachers because they work hard to cultivate us.

In spring, the willows on campus sprout green buds, spread new green leaves, twist their slender waist and float back and forth in the wind. Cotton-like catkins are scattered in every corner of the campus. A little girl with a round face said naively, "If there are catkins everywhere in the world, you don't have to spend money to buy cotton, don't you think?" I smiled and nodded frequently. The little girl looked up and smiled sweetly at me, and I smiled at her unnaturally. Then, the little girl jumped after the catkin again. I recalled what happened just now and walked slowly into the class. The sound of reading was lingering in my mind, and my classmates were sucking the dew of spring like "seedlings" that had just sprouted.

Before you know it, summer has arrived, and the campus is full of vitality. The leaves are so rich and rhythmically swaying with the wind, and the dazzling sunshine turns into a dense fog through the dense leaves and disappears with the wind. Under the big tree, there are several junior students playing, and the campus is full of laughter. Look at the blooming Chinese rose, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow. The delicate petals are dotted with a few drops of dew, which is particularly charming in the summer morning light.

autumn really disappoints me. It's dull and yellow, and people can't find a fresh bright spot. Huh? Look at the pine tree in front of the activity building. It is green and gloomy. It is not as fresh as a new leaf, nor as vicissitudes as a cold old leaf. It is heavier, more magnificent and more crystal clear.

in winter, it is not colorful, but interesting. When the first heavy snow fell from the sky, students in cotton coats rushed out of the teaching building to meet the first snow this year. Small snowflakes crowded into the arms of mother earth, laying a cotton blanket on the earth, as if children were caring for their elderly mother. I walked on the grass with cotton-padded shoes, a cotton-padded jacket and a cotton cap, making a "creak, creak" sound, which seemed to be the blessing of Mother Earth to Little Snowflake. The holly in the flower bed is still swaying green leaves, facing the cold wind, and they will persist until the next spring.