1. Poems that imitate the woods at the gate of the campus

Our footsteps often come to the woods at the gate of the campus.

We like to listen quietly in the forest, listening to the mysterious and interesting sounds ----- we listen to the gentle breathing of green leaves, and we listen to the silent bursting of young bamboo shoots from the center of the earth. ; We listen to the song of the skylark and the song slips from the leaves, and we listen to the song of the ant, which is clear and charming. I like to write poetry in the woods, and you like to compose prose in the woods.

You admire the harmonious rhythm in my poetry, and I admire the charm contained in your prose. We often pick a basket of blue mushrooms in the forest and deliver delicious delicacies to the rabbits raised in the biology group.

We often catch colorful butterflies in the forest and send beautiful specimens to our laboratory. The woods at the gate of the campus are the cradle of childhood.

Every tree and every blade of grass is full of warmth. Even if you grow up to be an adult tomorrow, you will not lose that innocence. 2. Sentences about campus trees in autumn

1. Speaking of maple trees, I am very touched. Because the maple leaves in Shaoxing are so beautiful. But it's still early autumn, and it's not time to watch the maples. The maple leaves now are just red with green. But in late autumn, the fiery red maple leaves will dazzle you. They are as red as flames and pierce your eyes.

2. The trunk of the yellow oak tree has been cracked, and the lines on its body are sloping upward, as if the fairy grandfather had hugged the tree body and twisted it in a circle. Some tree bodies are empty. This ancient tree also had its youth. We can imagine how majestic and tall it was back then, but the passage of time cannot be stopped after all! But it still fights, using its remaining strength to support the weight of the whole body, still showing people the beauty of masculinity, and interpreting the charm of sunset red to people! 3. Asking for ancient poems that describe the autumn woods

Ah~ before answering formally~ let me compose a poem first~ ah autumn, ah autumn, why are you so short~ I haven’t worn my shirt yet~ ah autumn, ah autumn .

Done. The autumn wind is blowing, and the waves in the Dongting are under the leaves. Niao: describes the breeze blowing.

Dongting: Dongting Lake, in the northern part of today's Hunan Province. Wave: Microwave oscillation.

Konoha: yellow leaves. "Nine Songs of Mrs. Xiang" by Qu Yuan of the Chu Dynasty during the Warring States Period. How sad that autumn is full of energy! Desolate. The vegetation is falling and decaying. It is as if you are traveling far away. When you are climbing a mountain and facing the water, you are about to see you off. Desolate: Lonely and depressed.

Liao Li: Desolate. If you are on a long journey: It is like a person on a long journey.

Warring States Chu? Song Yu's "Nine Debates" The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, and the grass and trees fall yellow. The geese return to the south to Han? Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Ci" The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the grass and trees sway and dew turns to frost. The Three Kingdoms Wei? Cao Pi's "Yan Ge Xing" There are many fallen leaves in the Palm Garden, and I am relieved to know that the Autumn Palm Garden is the Palm Lane Courtyard. "Repaying Liu Chaisang" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty The new autumn evening, the moon is about to be full. The distance: describes the long night.

Tingting: distant appearance. Jin? Tao Yuanming's "Encountering Fire in the Sixth Month of the Year of Wushen" The lotus dew is falling, and the willows are sparse in the moon. Lotus: lotus.

"Autumn Thoughts" by Xiao Cui of Qi Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties: Looking out at the cold city, the plain and clear state of Chu is clear. Cold city: The cold has invaded the city gate. Look: look into the distance.

Pingchu: Pingye. Cangran: The appearance of lush vegetation.

Two sentences describe the scene of early autumn. Southern Qi?

Konoha: leaves. Longshou: The name of the mountain, between today's Shaanxi and Gansu.

Liang Liu Hun's "Poetry of Tamping Clothes" in the Southern Dynasties The grass is low, the fog in Jincheng, the wind at Yumen under the trees The grass is low: the grass is withered. Kinoshita: The leaves are falling.

Jincheng: The name of an ancient county, located between present-day Yuzhong, Gansu and Xining, Qinghai. Yumen: Yumen Pass, in the west of Dunhuang, Gansu Province today.

Two sentences describe the cold autumn scenery in the northwest. "Farewell Poems" by Liang Fan Yun of the Southern Dynasties Autumn sounds of trees and cold mountains Autumn sounds: The west wind blows in autumn, the grass and trees are scattered, and there are many chilling sounds.

Northern Zhou Dynasty? Yu Xin's "Epitaph of the Duke of Zhou Qiao and his Lady Bu Lu Gu" was in the ninth month of Wei, and the preface was in the third autumn. Wei: a auxiliary word, meaningless. Order: Season.

Tang Dynasty Wang Bo's "Farewell Preface to the Knee King's Pavilion in Hongfu in Autumn" The setting clouds and the lonely birds fly together, the autumn water lasts for a long time and the sky is the same color. Birds: name of the bird, wild duck. Flying together: The setting clouds are falling from the sky, the lonely birds are flying from bottom to top, and they are flying together.

One color: The autumn water is blue and reaches the sky, and the sky is blue and reflects the water, forming one color. Tang Dynasty Wang Bo's "Farewell Preface to the Knee King's Pavilion of Climbing Hongfu in Autumn" The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only sunset. Tang Dynasty Wang Ji's "Ambition" The scenery of the hanging forest is strange, autumn is like Luoyang Spring Tang Dynasty Song Zhiwen's "Shi'an Autumn" "Sun" The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water gurgls: the sound of running water.

Tang Dynasty Wang Wei's "Wangchuan Leisure Life Presents Pei Xiucaidi" White rocks appear in Jingxi River, and the weather is cold and red leaves are sparse. These two sentences describe the scenery of late autumn: the stream drops, the white rocks are exposed, and the red leaves fall, leaving not many. Tang Dynasty Wang Wei's "Two Que Titles in the Mountains" The sound of autumn in thousands of households, the cold color of Wuling pine trees Tang Dynasty Li Qi's "Looking at Qinchuan" The autumn leaves of Jinjing sycamores are yellow, the bead curtains are not rolled up The frost comes at night, Tang Dynasty Wang Changling's "Chang Xin Qiu Ci" "Five Poems": "The autumn leaves of Jinjing Wutong are yellow, and the bead curtains are not rolled up by the frost at night.

The jade pillow in the fumigation cage has no color, and when I lie down, I listen to Nangong’s clear and long leaks. "The white moon is reflected in the cold pond, and the moss on the autumn rain is Tang Dynasty? Liu Changqing's "Visiting Zen Master Xiu Shuangfeng Temple" The wild geese are crossing south, and the cold Tang Dynasty is on the north wind river? Meng Haoran's "Embrace on the Early Cold River" Autumn colors are no matter far or near, and when you go out, you can see the cold mountains Tang Dynasty? Li Bai "Gift to the Sihu of Lu" The rain is cold in autumn, and the wind is clear and the river is refreshing. Li Bai's "Gift to Pei Shiyu when he feels the rain" The long wind sends autumn geese, so you can drink to your heart's content in a high building.

Two sentences describe the wisps of smoke from people’s kitchens, the oranges and pomelo are dark green, and the sycamores are slightly yellow, showing a late autumn scene in Tang Dynasty Li Bai’s "Autumn Climbing the Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng". The tall birds are yellow and the clouds are dusk, and the cicadas are green and green. Autumn Tang Dynasty? Du Fu's "Late Autumn Changsha Changsha Cai Wushi Royal Drinking Banquet Sends Yin Liu Join the Army and Returns to Fengzhou Jing Province" The fishermen are still common in Xinsu, and the swallows fly to Xinsu in the Qing Dynasty: they stayed two nights in a row.

So: Still. "Eight Poems of Autumn Rise" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. At the head of the winding river at the mouth of the Zhaitang Gorge, thousands of miles of wind and smoke greet the autumn. "Eight Poems of the Autumn Rise" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. The autumn sand on the far bank is white, and the mountains are shining red in the evening. "Five Poems of the Autumn Wilderness" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. Autumn is approaching in the sky, and the shadow of the moon on earth is from the Qing Dynasty? Du Fu's "Moon" The high autumn wind roars in August, rolling up the three-layered thatch on my house. Du Fu's "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" The long wind blows the cogongrass, and the wild fire burns the dry mulberry cogongrass; thatch. /p>

Describes the scene of the wilderness in late autumn: the strong wind blows the thatch on the field, and the wild fire burns the withered mulberry trees. Tang Cen Shen's "The Master of Kuang City in Daliang" The autumn wind is thousands of miles away, and the yellow clouds are high at dusk. Tang Cen Shen's " "Gong Bei Qiuxing Sends a Letter to Cui Mingyun" The cold sky is full of lumens: evening light, sunset light.

Turbulence: criss-crossing rivers.

Tang Dynasty. ? Qian Qi's "Inscribed on Master Zhun Ruo at the Western Peak of Qiu Nan" In the sound of autumn leaves, thousands of houses are falling: the sun sets in the west. "Inscribed on Su Gonglin Pavilion" by Tang ?

Li Duan of the Tang Dynasty, "A Journey to Maoling Mountain with Wei Jinbu" The rain path is full of green leaves, and the frost garden is full of red leaves: green grass.

It means that after the rain, the paths in the courtyard are covered with green grass, and after the frost, the garden is covered with red leaves, and the courtyard is a desolate and lonely scene.

Ah, the tung trees in my hometown are among the many. Among the trees, your trunk is not tall and straight, and your flowers, leaves, fruits and seeds are not the most beautiful; but you have a wide range of uses, and you silently dedicate yourself to mankind.

During the day, the big locust tree stretched out its arms to provide shade for me; at night, the leaves rustled, like a lullaby sung by an old lady, and I quickly fell into a sweet dream.

The red leaves washed by the clouds and mist, It's like a red agate stained with dew, sparkling. Looking from a distance, it seems like balls of fire are flying over the hillside, burning, burning

The small white birch tree outside the window stands tall and graceful. In the watery moonlight, the green leaves of the tree are swaying gently like a baby, longing for the moisture of night dew.

As the spring breeze blows, the old elm tree puts on new green clothes. The students all over the campus also follow the old elm tree and put on the latest and most colorful clothes. The old elm tree becomes an angel of beauty.

The spring breeze is as warm as a gust, and the mulberry buds are emerging, green and juicy, fresh and tender, and pleasantly green.

In spring, the drizzle is like silk, and the orange trees suck the spring dew with big mouthfuls. They stretch out their emerald-like branches, and the narrow leaves laugh in the breeze.

In spring, the apricot trees stretch their green leaves and bloom small white flowers. From a distance, it looks like a pink cloud, making the hometown extremely beautiful. When you get closer, it looks like a pink cloud. Smell it, and a refreshing fragrance comes to your nose, refreshing your heart and mind.

Spring is here, and in the drizzle, the pomegranate tree greedily sucks the spring dew; small buds sprout out of the branches, and when the spring breeze blows, the buds gradually turn into small green leaves, covering the tree. The green leaves rustled in the breeze.

The large locust tree has round branch covers, covered with black and green leaves, and blooms with strings of white and yellow flowers, exuding a delicate fragrance, like a big natural tent. Block out the westerly sun. 5. Poems similar to the woods at the gate of the campus

I saw the grass blades on the roadside, reflecting the light in the morning sun, shaking with joy, those leaves that had withered and fallen to the ground. Hidden among the grass leaves, it seems to be playing a naughty hide-and-seek, flickering and disappearing. The grass leaves also cooperate and play with the fallen leaves.

The grass blades in the sun enjoy the warmth given by the sun. The naughty big trees cover some small grass blades. The covered small grass blades swing anxiously from side to side, trying to put their heads out to accept the sunshine. Shining, the sun saw it, turned away from the naughty tree, and embraced the anxious little grass blades with its warm sunshine.

Suddenly, the sun enveloped me, and warmth arose in my heart. I felt the warmth given by the slightly chilly morning sun. I know that it is the love of the sun, the love of the grass, and the love of the fallen leaves that give me warmth.

6. What are the poems about "campus"

The poems about campus are listed as follows: 1. Winter campus. My dear brother accompanies me to visit the winter campus. Tell me about the beautiful girl with white hair. Sir, when there was no one and no wind, when I left, it was just like now. The fallen leaves were bleak, and there were beautiful girls with white hair, sir, a few love poets, and a few wandering singers. I remember that there were often people crying loudly in the pub at the school gate. There are people sighing in the dark woods. The tape recorder in the dormitory also plays love you, love you every day. But every holiday you all leave in a hurry. This winter campus is as peaceful and quiet as before. There are beautiful girls and white-haired gentlemen just like before. No one comes to sing the songs of the past anymore. I remember that in the pub at the school gate there are often people crying loudly. In the dark woods, there are people sighing. The tape recorder in the dormitory also plays love you, love you every day. But every holiday you all leave me in a hurry. Dear brother, accompany me around the winter campus and tell me about the beautiful girl. The white-haired gentleman takes advantage of the fact that there is no one and no wind. The author: Gao Xiaosong, born in Beijing on November 14, 1969, is originally from Hangzhou, Zhejiang.

Musician, songwriter, producer, director, talk show host. 2. The cherry blossoms are beautiful, the cherry blossoms are brilliant, the smiling cherry blossoms, the loving campus, the angry students, admiring the flowers from generation to generation, looking back at success, never forgetting the blooming spring flowers on campus, the spring of April, the feelings of April, the laughing cherry blossoms, children Growth, the dissemination of knowledge, the praise of virtues, the historical picture, the happy spring exhibition, the witness of cherry blossoms, the extension of friendship, the aroma of a hundred years of wine, the ancient charm of a thousand years, the unpretentious cultural gallery, the lush April The cherry blossoms are blooming, and the infinitely beautiful and brilliant spring is flowing with youth every year! Author: Liu Deliang, pen name, Liang Feimengxu, Billliu, Brother Hua.

Male, born on June 14, 1965. A native of Taihu County, Anhui Province.

A senior middle school English teacher who has been engaged in teaching and research in middle school English education for nearly 30 years. Four thousand original works have been published in blog spaces such as People.com, Xinhua.com, CCTV.com, Sina.com, Sohu.com, NetEase 163.com, Tencent QQ, Writers.net, Microliterature.com, Phoenix.com, Chinese Poetry.com, and Chinese Writers.com. Multiple articles.

It has been selected into the "Chinese Blog Encyclopedia" and "Chinese Writers Dictionary" edited by Wang Shu, as well as the "Dictionary of Chinese Educational Celebrities" edited by Li Houan. The dream-style poetry is named after the poet Liang Fei Mengxu. 3. Autumn chrysanthemums on campus. The autumn chrysanthemums on campus are blooming in colorful clouds. The waves of flowers carry the quiet charm of the moonlight, the warm laughter of the sun, the affectionate entrustment of spring, and the eager expectations of autumn, reflecting the sweet smiles of the children. The smiling faces hold the solemn hopes of the teachers. They are white, like a cold flame, and red, like a clump of soft agate. Like Chang'e's fluttering skirt, like a girl's curled hair, like the clouds shining in the setting sun, like the peacock's unfurling feathers. There are different postures and unique features. They are showing off the richness of colors. They are competing with the gracefulness of the body. When people come to this peaceful and beautiful place, everyone is willing to take a photo with the flowers, leaving an eternal smile on the film of the soul. People come. This pure and harmonious situation, the mood is as beautiful as flowers. Author: Li Lanhua, whose pen name is Lanxin, is a citizen of He County, Qinghai Province, a middle school English teacher, and a member of the Qinghai Writers Association.

His works have been published in the Qinghai Province Minhe County tourism and culture quarterly magazine "Peach Blossom Spring" and "Qinghai League News". 4. Campus, the beautiful Milky Way. The campus is the beautiful Milky Way. The sound of books is the clear wave echoing on the Milky Way. The teacher walks on the clear wave and sows the seeds of hope on demand. Hope rises from here. Countless stars merge into the gurgling Milky Way. Countless stars. Among the countless stars twinkling in the gurgling Milky Way, one is you. One of them is you, I can’t count you, me, and I, shining brightly on our lovely country. Author: Jin Gun, Miao nationality, pen name Jin Gun, Xunxun , born in December 1978 in the "World Natural Heritage Site" - Shi Bing, Piaocheng, Guizhou, China. He has appeared in "Youth Times", "New World", "Chinese Campus Literature", "Prose Poems", "Contemporary Education", " His works have been published in newspapers and magazines such as Shi Bing Culture.

He has published a collection of prose essays "Meeting You is My Destiny" and a collection of poems "Life Lives Here". 5. The fragrance of books on campus. The fragrance of books outside the classroom door was swaying. Walking in a long corridor, smelling the smell of books seemed to be the aroma escaping from the wine jar. I didn't know that I was deeply intoxicated.

Not only that, but how many people are drunk in the school yard? There is also a pavilion full of wisterias, which are tightly entwined in one place and can never be separated. It seems that they are also very drunk. Even the chirping birds perched on the branches seemed unable to hear their chirping. What could be heard was the sound of snoring. I guessed: Did I get so drunk that I fell asleep? Every corner, every corridor, and every wisteria courtyard can't smell the drunken aroma of books. Maybe it's just that I'm intoxicated by it, so I no longer have the aroma of wine.

Author: Kai Yi, real name Peng Zhao, nicknamed Mr. Wutong, native of Linyi, Shandong, current student, certified poet by China Poetry Network, member of Fei County Writers Association, member of Linyi Writers Association, Lushui A member of the Poetry Society, he is currently an editorial board member of "Lushui Poetry Magazine". His works are scattered on platforms such as China Poetry Network, Qingteng Literature Network, Poetry My Love Network, and "Lushui Poetry Magazine".

Published works: prose "Traveling with Exploring Eyes", poems "You have a light in the dark night", "You are my concern", "You make me face it bravely". 7. Urgent

We listen to the gentle breathing of the green leaves, we listen to the young bamboo shoots bursting silently from the center of the earth, the song of our skylark slips from the leaves, and we listen to the clear and charming call of the ants. I like to write poetry in the woods, and you like to compose prose in the woods; you admire the harmonious rhythm in my poetry, and I admire the charm contained in your prose. We often pick baskets of mushrooms in the woods to deliver delicious delicacies to the rabbits raised in the biology group; we often catch colorful butterflies in the woods to present beautiful specimens to our laboratory.

I saw the grass blades on the roadside, reflecting the light in the morning sun, shaking and joyful. The leaves that had fallen to the ground were hidden among the grass blades, as if they were playing naughty hide-and-seek, flickering and disappearing. Now, the grass blades are also cooperating and playing with the fallen leaves. . . . The grass blades in the sun enjoy the warmth given by the sun. The naughty big trees cover some small grass blades. The covered small grass blades swing anxiously from side to side, trying to put their heads out to receive the sunshine. The sun sees it. He turned his face away from the naughty tree and embraced the anxious little grass blades with the warm sunshine. Suddenly, the sun enveloped me, and warmth arose in my heart. I felt the warmth given by the slightly chilly morning sun.

I know that it is the love of the sun, the love of the grass, and the love of the fallen leaves that give me warmth. 8. Please give me poems describing campus life, please

Miss Autumn quietly entered our campus , using her magical paintbrush to make our campus more beautiful and charming.

Stepping into the school gate, the first thing that catches the eye is a tall and straight banyan tree. The leaves of the banyan tree pass by Miss Qiu After some pruning, some have turned yellow. A cool autumn wind blew, and the leaves fell one after another. Some danced like butterflies; some flew like birds; and some swirled like flying saucers. The branches Countless aerial roots hang down from it, like hair that has been permed, or like the beard of a banyan tree "grandpa". This banyan tree is really like a giant guard, guarding our beautiful and charming campus day and night. .

Walking along the cement path to the east, you come to a large lawn. The grass on the lawn is no longer as green as in spring, and gradually becomes withered and yellow, becoming more fluffy and soft. A gust of autumn wind blows. Come, the grasses laughed and danced cheerfully. Some stretched their arms, some bent down and touched the ground, and some swayed left and right. They were really like slim girls dancing and playing games.

Opposite the lawn is a small forest. There are two Ficus tenuifolia trees planted in it. The leaves of Ficus tenuifolia are yellow and green, which are very beautiful. The branches of Ficus tenuifolia are getting more and more dry and criss-crossing, densely packed, really like a handful of yellow-green trees. A big umbrella made of cloth. There is a straight pine and cypress behind the fig tree. The leaves of the pine and cypress are still lush and green. Looking to the west, you can see two mango trees. Now the mango tree is no longer as fruit-bearing as it was in the summer. There is nothing on the branches except leaves. A breeze blows, seeming to wave to us, saying goodbye to summer, looking forward to saying goodbye to another summer, and looking forward to the arrival of another summer.

The most beautiful and charming thing on campus is the small garden. As soon as you enter the small garden, you feel like you have entered the world of plants and the paradise of animals. The paths paved on the ground and the Milanese flowers surrounding the paths seem to Welcoming our arrival, there are many plants on both sides of the path. Bright red azaleas, fragrant jasmine, delicate and lovely roses, fiery red maples, charming and colorful weeping willows... No one of these plants seems to show weakness, and they all Show your beauty, red, white, pink, blue... so beautiful. The chrysanthemums in the garden are blooming very lively, some are like silver needles, some are like silver whiskers, and some are like curved ones. The new moon, some look like festival fireworks..., they are really diverse. I leaned down and smelled the flowers, and a fragrance suddenly penetrated my heart. In the center of the garden is a pool with purple water lilies planted in it. The lotus flowers have long been displayed in front of our eyes. From a distance, it really looks like a few little girls squatting by the boat and playing in the water. The water in the pool is crystal clear and spotless. Occasionally, we can see a few cute goldfish swimming freely in the water. Swimming around. There are two "swans" whispering by the pool; a beautiful "big rooster" is walking proudly on the grass; in the small bamboo forest, there are two "red pandas" gnawing bamboo; a proud "giraffe" It seems to be saying: "I am the tallest animal in the world." The "gibbon" looked at us with fear, as if we were worried that we would steal its favorite bananas; the "elephant" shook its long The nose seems to be welcoming us to visit this beautiful little garden. These animals seem to be alive. The woodcarving master is so amazing, he can carve these animals lifelike. Ah! The campus in autumn is full of vitality, vitality, fun, confidence and hope. I love the campus in autumn.