1. Asking for an essay: Campus is a song

On the way I grew up, there was a gorgeous and colorful campus song, which collected all my emotions and made people feel sad. It's unforgettable and makes me want to sing loudly with my most authentic voice.

I remember that when we first entered the preparatory grade, our faces had not yet shed the childishness of childhood, and there was a bright, pure and innocent smile on our faces. Through the inevitable bumps and bumps, we gradually got to know each other and established a warm class. I have never been good at communication and I didn't dare to speak when I came to this completely unfamiliar environment, but I was really looking forward to making friends with others. I still clearly remember the embarrassment I felt when my deskmate and I introduced ourselves for the first time. That time, my deskmate took the initiative to greet me: "Hi, hello, my name is Qi, how about you?" I was very excited after hearing this, but I was so shy that my face turned red with nervousness, but I still kept my mouth shut. My mind went blank and I didn't know what to do. In the end, it was my deskmate’s great patience and friendly eyes that gave me the courage and confidence to suppress my excitement and timidity, adjust my mood, and briefly introduce myself to her. That year, the melody of this campus song was mysterious and mixed with a hint of shyness.

The song continues. In the blink of an eye, it’s the first day of junior high school. After a year of getting to know and interact with each other, we are no longer strangers. We have all taken off the mysterious veil and revealed our true selves. Our relationship has become closer and closer. Joking with each other has become a way for us to learn. Yu's entertainment. Qi and I have become close friends. Although there will inevitably be disagreements, it is more about the understanding eyes and tacit words. We don’t like to get together in lively places, and will always walk together on the quiet paths on campus. , listening to each other telling each other their joys and troubles, and enjoying the fragrance of campus flowers and plants. And the entire class is always full of laughter, and even in a lifeless class, students will find ways to become active. When a video of a rocket taking off is played in science class, the phrase "Ultraman takes off!" can quickly ignite the students' spirits and make the originally lifeless atmosphere lively. That year, the melody of this campus song became soft and soothing, and it was always full of youthful vitality.

Another year has passed in the blink of an eye, and now the banner of the high school entrance examination is waving to us. Everyone is busy in order to transform during the high school entrance examination, and there is more thinking and maturity in speech and behavior. The increasing amount of homework has made time more and more urgent, and the time for friends to chat has been repeatedly condensed, but the friendship has not weakened. Because we cherish this friendship more with each other. I have changed my previous irritable and impatient temper. I am more tolerant and understanding of my classmates, and I have more smiles and joy with my classmates. Everyone knows in their hearts that the time they can continue to get along is only a little more than a year, and then everyone will go their separate ways. The students also know that time flies very quickly, and a year will pass quickly. At this moment, the melody of this campus song speeds up, telling us how time flies, and every note also reveals the cherishment before parting. .

Yes, every bit of campus life, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy play this song of growth. This song is imprinted with the beautiful years we have gone through and witnessed the youthful years we once had. It will always be imprinted in my heart as a precious memory, and the song always echoes in my mind...

2. The campus left me a song composition

The campus left me a song, a clear and sweet song.

After class, the math teacher walked into the classroom and made a "Tata" sound under his feet, as if to sound the alarm to us - today is the test paper analysis. "Now let's announce the results!" The male teacher's rich tenor voice made me shiver.

First place... second place... third place... Huh? I seemed to hear a familiar name...ah! Isn't that me? Am I actually in third place? You know, math is my worst subject! When the teacher repeated my name three times, I was sure it was me. I trotted up to the podium, and a bright red 90 points came into my eyes. I was so excited that I almost jumped back when I returned to my seat.

I looked at my test paper with satisfaction, like a famous painting... Huh? I seem to have done this question wrong, and the teacher doesn't seem to notice... Now I'm worried. Should I tell the teacher, or keep silent? ...This question has bothered me all day. After school, I picked up my schoolbag and was about to go home. I accidentally noticed a line of bright characters hanging on the back wall of the classroom: Honesty and Trustworthiness.

I lowered my head and walked out of the classroom. The sky was gray, and so was my mood. On the way, I was thinking about this issue all the time.

What to do? If I tell the teacher, I will not get 90 points. If I stay silent, I will lose my integrity. But I really couldn't ignore those four big words, so I decided to make the truth "public to the world." The next day, I took the exam paper and walked to the office, but my feet seemed to be cuffed, and I couldn't sell them. I don't know how long it took, but I opened the office door.

The math teacher was sitting quietly in his seat. "Teacher...this question...I was wrong..." I finally said it..."Oh? Really?" The teacher smiled, "Then I'll treat this point as a gift to you." "Why?" "Because of your integrity!" The teacher became serious. "You know, this is just a small matter. There will be bigger and more things waiting for you in the future. You should treat each other honestly..." I walked out of the teacher's room. In the office, my heart was extremely surging, and the teacher's words kept lingering in my ears, and I couldn't get rid of them no matter how hard I tried.

The campus left me a song, a clear and sweet song. It does not have an overly complicated melody, only the simple: "do, ri, mi", but it is extremely beautiful and refreshing! Second grade student of Minli Middle School: Mengying. 3. Composition: How to write a song left to me by the campus

In the early morning, when the old locust trees on the campus are filled with sunshine, the sound of books is like a song, lingering in the classroom. At noon, when the ginkgo trees on campus rustled, the laughter under the trees was like a song, echoing three feet around the beams. The campus left me the song of hard work and taught me the song of responsibility.

■Eraser March

Once in art class, the whole class was drawing seriously. Suddenly, I found that the head of the cartoon character I drew was tilted, so I quickly opened the pencil case. But I found that there was no eraser. What should I do? Looking around, I see everyone using erasers to modify or draw pictures, but I can't take away what others need. When I was anxious, half a piece of rubber that had just been cut was handed over. My eyes lit up. It was my deskmate who had cut the newly bought rubber. I whispered, "Thank you so much!" My deskmate also pressed it. The voice said: "Are we good friends?" This rubber march warms my heart.

■Homework Sonata

There is a math problem that I can’t solve no matter how hard I think about it, so just wait and copy it. I didn’t expect that the teacher would catch me copying my homework for the first time, but the teacher did not reprimand me severely. Instead, he explained to me the method of this question in detail: extend side A to point C... I listened carefully, teacher He smiled, touched my head, and said to me: "If you don't understand, ask the teacher. If you don't know how to do it, don't copy it. If you copy it, you still don't understand it. Do you know?" At this time, I had the answer in my heart. This homework symphony touched my heart.

■Tug of War Symphony

That day was our school’s sports meeting, and there was only one competition left. All the students in the second grade of junior high school are gearing up and eager to try. They all want to win the honor of champion of this group tug-of-war competition for their class. Our class is also eager to miss the last opportunity to win glory for the class. The teacher was mobilizing before the game, and the students were doing warm-up exercises before the game, while I was quietly sneaking into the "enemy's interior" to find out about the opponent's preparations. Through the close cooperation of our team, we finally lived up to expectations and reached the finals. Our opponent in the final was a very strong class, but how could our "warriors" from Class 8 give up so easily? We picked up the tug-of-war rope towards the eye-catching trophy, "one, two, one, two..." sweating like rain. This momentum seemed like a symphony, inspiring us to work hard and move forward bravely. Finally we won the tug-of-war championship. The students cheered and cheered. This tug-of-war symphony shocked my heart.

Our beautiful campus is composed of beautiful melodies. Even if one day I have to leave it, I will remember the song of friendship it left me, and it will accompany me until forever. 4. "The campus left me a song" composition, no plagiarism, fifth grade, 450 words

Campus is a place I miss.

There, there are every bits and pieces of my life. My campus has left me with many beautiful memories. I remember the memories there, including happiness and sadness.

These beautiful memories are like a song. This song on this campus is my best memory. This song is very beautiful.

This song reminds me of every bit of my past, such as chatting with my best friend, playing with my classmates, deserting in class, and standing still together. This song is so beautiful and beautiful. I can't help but think of the beauty of this song. It left me a beautiful song on this campus.

Ah, what a wonderful memory this beautiful campus has left for me, and a beautiful song that makes me have endless aftertaste... 5. Youth is a song, 800-word essay

In this season, the fate of the past is like raindrops.

The wandering soul of youth and the scenery of the campus are so wet that it is difficult to describe them in words; and the college is more like the ancient handouts of modern life, remembering the youth dates and campus encounters that we could approach but could not. , along with contemplating the past, only thinking of cherishing it once it is far away.

The sunshine in Dameng Mountain gives us new charm every day. In the distance between it and youth, no one dares to say that there are no memories of happy and bitter years there. Maybe if you go out for a walk in the evening with the setting sun, you can also reflect on the loss and gain. After experiencing the scouring of years and feeling the infiltration of love, I think youth is mainly for the soul.

Yes, we are no strangers to youth. We praise it and praise it because we are confident that youth is an ideal. Youth is not necessarily written on paper, or turned into books; but we can understand the extraordinary from the ordinary, and realize the great meaning from the smallest words. What kind of youthful attitude and campus mood is it? A sunny wanderer who grows up young on campus, his footsteps not only have to track time, but also have to cross a distance between people.

After all, youth is not a frivolous dandelion, but with the mellowness of a glass of wine, the melancholy of many young and frivolous people can be tied into the most beautiful flowers. Year after year, we embrace our youth and walk towards the sun with our brothers and sisters. Isn't this way of love the most elegant gesture to spend your youth. Maybe modern love stories are being reprinted one after another, but the post-modern youth style should be its brand-new commemorative cover.

Romantic return without singing and crying, and asking whether time can maintain eternity? Let me ask, can the river of life flow to the realm of youth? After all, we cannot make youth conform to classical principles when it comes to behavior. After all, not every youth that pretends to be gay and travels with great ambitions has a beautiful beginning and a wonderful ending. All beautiful things have a difficult journey. Just like the Qinhuai River in the Jiangnan land, although it declined overnight, it moved us and got close to us with the graceful grace of the Qinhuai River in the book. Although the story is old and the plot is old, bathed in its poetic brilliance, we touch the lyrics that have been sung undefeated for a long time, and we still linger in the story.

What kind of artistic conception is that, preserving the splendor and classicism of the ruins amidst the ruins. We can be categorically certain that this is the only one in this life. The melody is old and the strings are old, but we will still play this eternal love song repeatedly at some point. We are really young, and the Qinhuai River was also young. And this sigh and nostalgia are as profound as water.

Perhaps we can also borrow a poem by Mr. Tagore to describe the process of four years of college life: "There are no traces of wings in the sky, but the birds have already flown." After all, no matter how miserable the campus is, it will always A place where youth grows. Thinking of the immersion in love and sorrow, and the excitement of witnessing youth, the face soaked in ice and snow has already melted.

Sometimes, I am at a loss. It is not difficult to explain a process, but it is not so easy to maintain a person's youth. After all, youth often breeds many Zen opportunities, and above it is also a sea of ??clouds. It is an oil-paper umbrella. There is a certain feeling that will never be sunny, and a certain tear falls in one's heart.

It is like the rainy season in ancient times and the sunshine in modern times. You don't have to bother trying to figure out this weird edge and mystery, and you don't have to worry about analyzing which part belongs to the rainy season and which part belongs to the sunshine. As long as you see the road ahead and the scenery ahead, just like witnessing the tangible wind and invisible clouds, you will date as scheduled and feel everything in your youth. It turns out that those solitudes and solitudes are all a vivid foreshadowing, and they are all brewing a heart-pounding feeling.

Knowing each other and staying with our youth, no matter what happens today. Looking back at life, it is just a journey, and the youth inside and outside the door is also full of flowers. So any kind of spiritual wandering is based on youth. A Thousand Sails Away, the title of youth is more about emotion than description, just like the title of music can only describe the emotion. Could it be that the youthful face is also very bright, the innocent smile overflows from the shadowless heart, and he says that the taste of drinking tea is not in the tea. Perhaps today's youth has experienced too many sorrows and deaths, and the sighs and excitement of that moment seemed too real. In the morning or evening when I am walking along the flower paths on campus, every time the knowing music on the radio hits my heart, I feel like there is music flying around among the flowers and water like a bird of paradise. At this time, my tears moisturize my soul. I don't believe that this will be an era when "the sea dries up and Wushan is flat", let alone that the youthful pink walls and black tiles and the green water on the campus are just whitewashing embellishments. I just have an impulse: I want to sing the beautiful youth in the world for a moment.

Everyone’s soul needs to be constantly flushed, and everyone’s youth must be established religiously in the way of sunshine. Some people leave the city and march into the wilderness, some leave their small homes and wander around the world, and some people raise their arms and go on the road alone. Youth here is a kind of romance and an adventure. Youth here makes me dream and sing and cry.

The clouds are outside the blue sky and the water is in the stream. After searching for fifty thousand miles, I realized that youth is a date. There are always some things in life that cannot be shaken off; if they come as expected, we will accept them as expected. Youth is what it is, life is what it is. And if years later, when campus life leaves us in the vast twilight, will our youth turn into a cloud and dissolve into the wind and clouds in the distant sky, accompanying you to the end of the world? 6. Youth is a song, an 800-word essay

In this season, the fate of the past is like raindrops.

The wandering soul of youth and the scenery of the campus are so wet that it is difficult to describe them in words; and the college is more like the ancient handouts of modern life, remembering the youth dates and campus encounters that we could approach but could not. , along with contemplating the past, only thinking of cherishing it once it is far away. The sunshine of Dameng Mountain gives us new charm every day.

In the distance between it and youth, no one dares to say that there are no memories of happy and bitter years there. Maybe if you go out for a walk in the evening with the setting sun, you can also reflect on the loss and gain.

After experiencing the scouring of years and feeling the infiltration of love, I think youth is mainly for the soul. Yes, we are no strangers to youth.

We praise it and praise it because we are confident that youth is an ideal. Youth is not necessarily written on paper, or turned into books; but we can understand the extraordinary from the ordinary, and realize the great meaning from the smallest words. What kind of youthful attitude and campus mood is it? A sunny wanderer who grows up young on campus, his footsteps not only have to track time, but also have to cross a distance between people.

After all, youth is not a frivolous dandelion, but it can use the mellowness of a glass of wine to tie the melancholy of many young and frivolous people into the most beautiful flowers. Year after year, we embrace our youth and walk towards the sun with our brothers and sisters.

Isn’t this kind of love the most elegant gesture to spend your youth. Maybe modern love stories are being reprinted one after another, but the post-modern youth style should be its brand-new commemorative cover.

Romantic return without singing and crying, and asking whether time can maintain eternity? Let me ask, can the river of life flow to the realm of youth? After all, we cannot make youth conform to classical principles when it comes to behavior. After all, not every youth that pretends to be gay and travels with great ambitions has a beautiful beginning and a wonderful ending.

Is it true that beautiful things have a difficult journey. Just like the Qinhuai River in the Jiangnan land, although it declined overnight, it moved us and got close to us with the graceful grace of the Qinhuai River in the book.

Although the story is old and the plot is old, bathed in its poetic brilliance, we touch the undefeated lyrics that have been sung for a long time, and we still linger in the story. What kind of artistic conception is that, preserving the splendor and classicism of the ruins amidst the ruins.

We can be categorically certain that this is the only one in this life. The melody is old and the strings are old, but we will still play this eternal love song repeatedly at some point. We are really young, and the Qinhuai River was also young.

And this sigh and nostalgia are as profound as water. Perhaps we can also borrow a poem by Mr. Tagore to describe the process of four years of college life: "There are no traces of wings in the sky, but the birds have already flown."

After all, no matter how miserable the campus is, it will always A place where youth grows. Thinking of the immersion in love and sorrow, and the excitement of witnessing youth, the face soaked in ice and snow has already melted.

Sometimes, I am at a loss. It is not difficult to explain a process, but it is not so easy to maintain a person's youth. After all, youth often breeds many Zen opportunities, and above it is also a sea of ??clouds.

It is an oil-paper umbrella. There is a certain feeling that will never be sunny, and a certain tear falls in one's heart. It is like the rainy season in ancient times and like the sunshine in modern times.

You don’t have to bother trying to figure out this weird edge and mystery, and you don’t have to worry about analyzing which part belongs to the rainy season and which part belongs to the sunshine. As long as you see the road ahead and the scenery ahead, just like witnessing the tangible wind and invisible clouds, you will date as scheduled and feel everything in your youth.

It turns out that those solitudes and solitudes are all a vivid foreshadowing, and they are all brewing a heart-pounding feeling. We know each other and stay with our youth, no matter what happens today.

Looking back at life is just a journey, and the youth inside and outside the door is also full of flowers. So any kind of spiritual wandering is based on youth.

After a thousand sails, the title of youth is more about emotion than description, just like the title of music can only describe the emotion. Could it be that the youthful face is also very bright, the innocent smile overflows from the shadowless heart, and he says that the taste of drinking tea is not in the tea.

Perhaps today’s youth has experienced too many sorrows and deaths, and the sighs and excitement of that moment seemed too real. In the morning or evening when I am walking along the flower paths on campus, every time the knowing music on the radio hits my heart, I feel like there is music flying around among the flowers and water like a bird of paradise.

At this time, my tears moisturize my soul. I don't believe that this will be an era when "the sea dries up and Wushan is flat", let alone that the youthful pink walls and black tiles and the green water on the campus are just whitewashing embellishments.

I just have an impulse: I want to sing the beautiful youth in the world for a moment. Everyone's heart needs to be constantly flushed, and everyone's youth must stand piously in the way of sunshine.

Some people leave the city and enter the wilderness, some leave their small homes and wander around the world, and some people cheer up and go on the road alone. Youth here is a kind of romance and an adventure. Youth here makes me dream and sing. Clouds are outside the blue sky, and water is in the streams.

After searching for fifty thousand miles, I realized that youth is a date. There are always some things in life that cannot be shaken off; if they come as expected, we will accept them as expected.

Youth is what it is, life is what it is. And if years later, when campus life leaves us in the vast twilight, will our youth turn into a cloud and dissolve into the wind and clouds in the distant sky, accompanying you to the end of the world? .

7. The school sent me a song and composition

"High School Girl" The girl suddenly cried when she looked at those large and small guidance books.

The girl was very tired, and an old song was always echoing in her ears. The fragmented voice sang: A pawn crossing the river, a wanderer in a foreign land, maybe, maybe there was a distant place that was my ideal, oh, now, there is no place for me to stop... a place that once was In the dream place... a pawn crossing the river.

There is no turning back. I never thought that this kind of life would be so hard and tiring, carrying a too heavy cross step by step on the crowded path, and in that strange and noisy crowd, no one cheered for me - do you understand me? Empty.

You know that all my time is taken up by study. I don’t even have a Sunday. I don’t have a happy mood. I even don’t want to look at the sky anymore. I don’t know when spring has emerged from the plow fields. Skimming? ... I can't cry. Because I can’t open my heart full of tears.

I am destined to go on slowly like this. My other shore is in July, what so many people call "Black July". But I don't know the ending. I'm afraid of the ending, just like a child is afraid of the dark night.

I am afraid that failing the exam will bring about things that my shoulders cannot bear. Now my greatest happiness is to look forward to the scene after I am admitted to college. Some people say that this is "sitting in hell and watching heaven"... oh. Empty.

During that long time, I thought of you in such a gentle and calm mood. The girl cried very sadly. She sobbed softly at first, and then she began to cry louder and louder, more unbridled, and unrestrainedly. She cried out the messy, illusory things in her heart that seemed to have always been aggrieved, and let go of those jumping things in her heart. The tenderness that seemed to have no place to be placed and had been suppressed for too long and too deeply was cried out freely.

After crying, the girl felt very happy, but she still felt that there was some faint loss in her heart that would never be noticed. The girl's eyes looked around blankly, and when she caught a glimpse of the dusty picture folder in the corner, she suddenly felt an impulse. She jumped up and hugged the picture tightly in her arms.

Today, I should go to Mingyue Lake to sketch. She thought, definitely.

Mingyue Lake is a famous scenic spot in the small town where the girl lives. It is not far from the city, only ten minutes away. The girl was walking with a picture folder on her back and kicking pebbles on the roadside, feeling inexplicably excited.

After all, I haven’t walked this way and carried this portfolio for several months. When we arrived at Mingyue Lake, looking at the calm, green lake water, the world suddenly opened up.

The girl took a long, deep breath, and seemed to see the very faint and distant cloud shadows filled with blessings for her beauty, and her whole body and mind melted into the green water and blue in front of her. The sky fell... After a long time, the girl walked towards the hillside by the lake. There is a forest on the top of the mountain, where you can have a bird's-eye view of the entire lake, sketch, take photos, or simply sit on the branches and read a collection of Xi Murong's poems. It is so simple and beautiful that it makes people feel ecstatic.

It is a pity that the girl has not enjoyed such happiness for a long time. There is already a person painting quietly on the top of the mountain. She is a little girl, and there is an adult standing next to her.

The girl tiptoed past them, as quietly as a shadow, she was afraid of disturbing them. She found her position and began to think about what to draw. Lake? Far away mountains and distant sky? Or a small boat? Maybe they have been painted before, and besides, they are all so still, always reminding people of their own lives... What to draw? How to draw? … The girl was restless.

There is still a piece of white paper on the picture folder. "Dad, do you think the left wing is too big?" A child's sweet voice suddenly sounded over there.

"Well, it's bigger, but compared to your ideal of being a painter every day, it's still too small." "Dad is so bad!" The girl walked over involuntarily, she had a kind of curiosity , she wanted to see what big wings the little girl drew.

He gave the little girl’s father a friendly smile, leaned over to look at the picture folder, and couldn’t help but let out an “ah” sound. "Kite!" the little girl turned her head and said innocently and proudly.

The girl's eyes closed into a beautiful black line. The thing on the picture is really hard to imagine that it is a kite.

When the girl saw the little girl's father smiling at her, she said, "But where is the kite here?" "Think about it. A kite, how free and unrestrained it is! How beautiful!" the little girl said. Great.

The girl suddenly felt that she was terribly realistic. Is it necessary to sketch when painting outside? When did you start losing those simple desires? The first thing the little girl thought of when drawing was a kite flying freely in the sky, but what she thought of was a pool of stagnant water! How terrible.

Why... "Tiantian, why don't you ask sister to draw a big kite for you?" "Can you? Sister." The little girl immediately changed her tone, pleading.

The girl smiled and quickly drew a carefree kite on the paper. The girl said timidly: "Can I exchange mine for yours?" The little girl looked surprised and blushed: "But you draw better than me! Why do you want this piece of mine?" The girl couldn't help but say Seize the little girl's painting.

The little girl’s father is smiling, and the little girl is laughing too, it is a pure and true smile; the girl is also laughing, so happy and happy. "Next Sunday, will my sister come here again and teach me how to draw?" The little girl's voice is always pure and sweet.

The girl was stunned, her face reflected in the sunlight was soft and strong: "Okay" "My New Deskmate" Accompanied by my father's teachings and with excitement, I hurriedly He rushed into the classroom hurriedly and hurriedly sat down next to a boy. A classmate's voice came from behind, saying that I was sitting in the wrong seat.

I raised my head suddenly, and my eyes came into contact with the face in front of me that had just turned around, with a smile curled at the corner of its mouth. There was a thick smile in the eyes, giving me a warm spring-like feeling, and I couldn't help but smile.

In this way, I accepted my first friend in the new school - my deskmate Han Shu. I didn't expect that she was such a quiet and delicate girl with thin lips, but she was very eloquent. Plus, I also like to brag, so we started bragging in the classroom. She talked about her school and teachers. , classmates, after talking about the future and the future, there was a glimmer of light in the eyes, and the short black hair was floating in the air. The whole person gave me an exciting feeling, which made me excited.