Poetry describing the campus

This poem describing the campus is as follows:

1, with the lights on at night, it's time for men to study. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young. -Tang Dynasty: Yan Zhenqing's Persuasion

2. It is difficult for a teenager to learn to be old, and an inch of time is not light. Before the sweet spring grass grows in the pond, the plane leaves in front of the steps have rustled in the autumn wind. -Song Zhu's Persuasion Poetry

3, hit a stone for fire, do not hit the yuan smokeless. It is unnatural to learn without learning. Everything has to be his own luck. He has to be my sage. Youth must be early, how can we grow into teenagers? -Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao's Persuasion

4, generous husband's name and price have been heard in ancient and modern times, but also out of the group. It will be said that Lingtou is idle, and there are still a few clouds hanging in the sunset. -Tang dynasty: a song of success.

5, study hard, firefly window thousands of books. Three winters are enough for today, and whoever laughs is empty. -Song Dynasty: Wang Zhu's diligence.

6, ten years to drive the sea cold, solitary minister here looking at Chen Luan. The frost is full of painstaking efforts, and the autumn leaves of Qianfeng are sprinkled. -Ming Dynasty: Qi Jiguang's "Wang Quetai"

7. I have been in the grass since I was a child, and now I gradually feel wormwood. Those trees that don't recognize that they can soar into the sky, until it enters the sky, people say it is tall. -Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe's Komatsu

8. I swam downwind to the North Sea for a few days and returned to the head of the Yangtze River. Just because you have a magnet in your heart doesn't mean that the South won't rest. -Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang's "Yangtze River"

Extended content:

Our school is like a big garden, how beautiful and lovely it is. We thrive here.

When we entered the classroom, we saw thick fog rolling in the window. The classroom is like a big steamer. Spring makes the earth look brand-new, gives all love to our school, gives us joy and hope, and urges us to make progress.

There are four charming seasons on campus: pink spring, lush summer, autumn with fragrant maple and chrysanthemum, and winter with green and white. The past four dilapidated school buildings have disappeared, brand-new classrooms and conference rooms stand in barrier-like walls, and small and exquisite reception rooms guard the west side of the gate.