Whether you're in school or entering society, you're no stranger to essays, right? Writing essays can exercise our habit of being alone, quieting our minds, and thinking about our future direction. So do you know how to write a good essay? The following is my collection of 10 first-year campus essay, for your reference and reference, I hope to help friends in need.
First year campus essay Part 1Spring came to our campus, giving it a vibrant scene.
Early in the morning into the campus, you will be surprised to find that in the west side of the campus lawn grew some tender green grass, grass blades are still hanging a few drops of bright crystal dew, very beautiful.
Around the lawn, there is a clump of shrubs, at the top of which is full of green leaves, at a glance, the shrubs seem to be covered with a layer of light green veil.
On the side of the concrete road of the campus, there are some short lily-of-the-valley flowers, you do not look carefully is not visible, the sky blue petals as if dyed with pigment.
Spring flowers in the branches of the opening, they gathered together, as if talking about the message of spring, waiting for the bath of the spring breeze.
The most beautiful or campus magnolias, from a distance, a tree of magnolias like a colorful scarf, the tree dress up graceful, some petals are all unfolded, like a large jade plate with lace; some are still flowers, as if under the white dress lined with a pink skirt; some flowers are only unfolded two or three petals, like a crane spreading its wings ready to fly. The sunlight on the milky-white petals is like the twinkling of stars in the night sky. A breeze blew by, the fragrance of magnolia flowers, overflowing in every corner of the campus.
What a beautiful spring! What a beautiful spring campus!
When I was in the fifth grade, I listened to those big brothers and sisters describe the junior high school campus, which was boring and tedious. And when I stepped into junior high school, I found that junior high school is not so bleak. It was more like a colorful painting, with fiery red, cold white, bright yellow, grayish black, lively sky blue, and deep dark green. And although I am the brush that painted colors, but painted what color or to listen to hold my painter ---- school.
I remember when I first started school, after learning that I had to take French classes, my whole body was like falling into the ice cellar. You know, for me, who was not naturally interested in languages, this was a bolt from the blue. But then I realized that French was also fun, and I grew to not hate it (though I still didn't learn it very well). Various school activities added some more beautiful colors to the picture of middle school. During the last semester, the school held a first-year jump rope competition. I wanted to participate in the competition to win the honor for my class, but I knew that I could not compete with those "athletes", so I had to withdraw from the competition. After I quit, I felt bad, I always felt a little lost, and my life seemed to have become a world of depression. In the end, my teacher, who was "half a psychiatrist", made me realize how important it was for the class that I quit, and that I had made the right choice. But I still wanted to do something for the class, so I took the initiative to become a cheerleader for the players.
This is such an interesting painting! It started out as a hazy soft green, then was forced into a depressing gray because of a lack of paint, and then because of the support of others, the painting became a hot and passionate red.
First year school essay Part 3Morning Song
Set aside the last trace of fragrance, the flowers will be fragrant with the flowers. It was you who taught me how to flourish and grow, and strive to shine. Four years of diligent irrigation, a weak seedling has now grown into a big tree wanting to insert the sky. It is you with the sweet river of love again and again moisturize the weak body, tell us: in the grass roots of life will also send out the light of the sun!
It is you who make me firm up the hope in my heart, so that I will always be like Quartet running on the road to the light. Powerful "self-reliance, self-improvement, harmony and progress" in my heart at all times to beat the exciting drums. With the ideal in our hearts, we walk fast, but we are happy; we struggle, but we are voluntary. As long as the heart of the sun does not fall, running steps will never stop!
It is you, for the first time, let me awake to realize that growing up is not expected. I will no longer be in the nest waiting to feed the child, but the wings have gradually full of eagles. Parental shelter has been left in the heart of the photo, the courage to fight in the sky, free to soar in the deep river is our direction. Continuously beyond the self, challenge the limit - thank you to help us set up this noble life coordinates!
With the high and fighting spirit of the paintbrush to depict a colorful and bright future, this is not exactly the campus of the wonderful morning song?
Twilight song
The setting sun shines obliquely on the quiet round lawn, looking at the back of the teaching building, a feeling of awe. Graduates of our silent cherish, recall, hope and you **** degree that has not many days left.
You taught me how to enrich themselves in learning, learning teachers that dedication to the spirit of love, learning students that help each other **** into the character. Learning never ends, sublimation has no stagnation. Faintly looking back, the picture of life is constantly full of color.
You taught me how to choose between difficulties and rise up, you show me a sad picture, blood-colored sun shrouded in the vast wilderness, tall grass flowing in the green river, the river lying on the edge of a wounded lion it licked the wounds, the eyes are still looking towards the distance. It was in pain but it never underestimated itself, the king of the forest that roams the steppes does not succumb to nameless difficulties. Falling down again and again can only make the footsteps step by step firm, what is the suffering now? Only after a thousand hammers, only to win success, only in exchange for the light. The baptism of difficulty increases the weight of life, such as the depth of the setting sun, the twilight of the gravity.
To send off the voyage ship with a thick and heavy horn, this is not the campus shocking twilight song?
The campus of the morning, spirit as water, stirring the vigorous music; campus of the twilight, quiet as a mountain, condensed the rhythm of the strong. May Fangzhong always move in proportion to the static, played the triumphant song.
First year campus essay Part 4Fifth grade classroom directly in front of a flower bed, it is oval, looks like a staircase stacked one on top of the other, a **** there are three layers. Let me introduce it.
The first and second tiers are red, and the third and final tier is planted with sturdy anemones, which grow green and verdant. These three trees have been through many storms, lightning and thunder, but they are still shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, strong in the wind and rain, unwavering. Look, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, in the sunshine, they are smiling again, the water droplets on the body glittering with colorful light, like a mighty general, waiting for the order to march.
Then who served the flower bed so well! It turns out that the master janitor watered it every day, so that it absorbed new nutrients, to help it cut. In the janitorial master's careful care, the flower bed as a cloak of hair, Lingbo Weiqiu step of the fairy, slender, in the Brahmaputra dance.
In the morning, the sun came out, the sunshine sprinkled to the flower bed, the flower bed seems to be coated with a layer of glory, there is another beauty. When the sun is about to set, the setting sun that soft light on the flower beds, making the flower beds scattered a layer of gorgeous gold, the breeze came, the flower beds shyly jumped up a beautiful dance, dancing, like a charming girl, become more beautiful and charming.
Looking at this flower bed makes us happy. It brings us fresh air, adds a beautiful landscape to the campus, and brings fun to our after-school life.
Once class, students will go out of the classroom to play, some students sitting in the flower bed on the side of the tiles to talk, some reading on the tiles, some in the flower bed next to the walk or watch this fascinating flower bed, there are also jumping ribbons next to the flower bed, playing badminton and so on. ...... The flower bed is a favorite place for students.
Here, I would like to thank the janitorial master, if it were not for you, the flower bed would not have become so vibrant; if it were not for you, the flower bed would not have become so beautiful and eye-catching!
I love our colorful campus, more love this tenacious flower bed.
I love our colorful campus, and I love the tenacious flower beds even more.
The first year of the campus essay Part 5
To see the caterpillar, we must all be very disgusted, because the caterpillar's tiny and obnoxious stinging hairs, once they are stuck in the body of the human body, they will be itchy and painful. But today I want to write about the campus of the naughty, cute and hateful caterpillar!
The caterpillar does not have a pretty face like other animals, nor does it have a graceful body like a kitten, nor does it have a crisp voice, cute pampering, and a knowing heart like a puppy. The caterpillar has only a cute, clumsy and fat body and the whole body of the fear, hate the prickly hair in a small head.
The caterpillar generally inhabits the wall of our volleyball court, because the trees there are very thick and sturdy, like a strong man standing there. When the caterpillars are in their prime, the wind blows the caterpillars down. I don't know what it is from a distance, but I know it's a caterpillar when I see it up close.
That day we practiced in the volleyball court, and we were singing happily, and the sound of crying came into my ears. I followed the sound to find the source of the cry. Oh, it turned out to be the fat and stout Big Pun of our class.
Dapeng snot and tears, hands and feet, and also said in a broken voice: "Please ...... nasty hair ...... caterpillar, you ... ... ...You think you have a ...... hair, you can beat ...... defeat me? I'll trample you to death with one ...... foot." From time to time, Big Pun also used his hand to touch his wounds.
Our eyes had by this time turned to the caterpillar that had hurt Big Pun. The caterpillar was in a panic and did not know where to go. Suddenly it stopped moving and raised its little head upwards, as if it was trying to understand the key points of the action of raising its head, lifting its chest and closing its stomach.
Our classmates were quick and didn't let it get tired for long, and it climbed up the wooden stick comfortably. It did not climb to half of the immobility, head held high, a stubborn, defiant look, as if to say: "Who let you block my way, be careful I use the burrs to zap you, make you feel bad!" We set it aside so as not to suffer.
It is such a small guy with an awkward and fat body, all the fearful and nasty spiky hairs, and a small head that brings joy to our campus life.
The first year of school essay Part 6My school is located in the center of Beijing, is a very long history, the environment is very beautiful school. This beautiful school is called Zizhong Elementary School, which is the former residence of the famous anti-Japanese general, General Zhang Zizhong. Let me take you on a tour of this beautiful campus!
The first thing you see when you walk in the door is the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind. The wall behind the red flag is written in eight big words "honesty - civilization - diligence - enterprising" which is our school motto. Each of us is in accordance with its requirements to do.
Opposite the five-starred red flag is a wide playground. Every day we do exercises and games here and play to our heart's content.
Next to the playground is our teaching building, which is a small gray building three stories high. Wide classrooms, bright windows, freshly painted walls, and brand new desks and chairs. Whenever a ray of golden sunlight in the morning through the dense foliage, shines into the classroom glass windows, looks exceptionally beautiful. Purr! Purr! When the bell rings, the classroom will come from the sound of reading and the teacher's lecture, which is like a clear stream, playing a happy music, moisturizing our hearts.
Further in, through a narrow passage, there is another view. Here is a typical courtyard building, red walls and gray tiles, giving a sense of silence and solemnity. This is where General Zhang Zizhong lived. In the center of the courtyard erected a stone statue of the general, the demeanor, majestic, valiant as if it is fighting on the battlefield! In the yard there are several huge old acacia trees, three. Four children to hold it up. These old acacia trees already have a history of several hundred years, and now the vitality is still very tenacious. Every summer branches and leaves grow densely covered the entire small yard, looks very cool. I heard my mom say, "She used to read and play here when she was little." Nowadays, I also often read and play here. These old acacia trees have witnessed the General's powerful life. They have also witnessed many students studying here. Also ushered in generations of famous teachers. It has witnessed the process from ancient to modern. It witnessed a resistance to the Japanese elementary school to a modern elementary school in the new century of the process of great change.
This is my beautiful elementary school, an old and young, a beautiful environment, clean campus, teachers, strict mercy, students have love school.
I love my elementary school very much, I am proud and proud that I can study here.
The blue lake reflects the blue sky in the look up to the "summer", the sun is hot, the lotus pond in the blue lake, showing off her beauty - perhaps she thinks she is the messenger of summer.
Summer wind looking for people's footprints, the lotus will dedicate their taste to the wind, summer wind sliding across the human cheeks, a floral fragrance inhaled into the nose, people feel relaxed and happy, but also into the heart of the human heart, feel the summer, the arrival of summer is a surprise to people.
The sun is on fire, shining in the face of people, the sun's hot eyes staring at everyone, a touch of warmth flowing into the heart of the people, the wind sandwiched between the warmth of the leaves in the tree through, issued a "rustling" sound, the sound, will not let people feel upset, for people, she is the melody of summer.
Birds standing on the branches of the trees, looking down at the people under the trees to cool off, issued a "chirping" sound - it is to welcome the arrival of "summer". And accept the sunshine baptism of all things, touch are "hot", this "hot" is the enthusiasm of summer.
The sun looks down to the ground, the ground emits a golden yellow light, people walk on it, always feel very sacred.
Summer is passionate; summer is "fragrant"; summer is warm. Summer on campus is unexpected and sacred.
My school is beautiful and spacious.
Walking to the entrance of the school, I saw "Shaxian City three elementary school" six big golden words set in the right-hand side of the door on the wall, always reminding us that this is a good place to learn.
Walk up a dozen steps, you can see the school playground. The playground is surrounded by a circle of trees woven into the green border, all year round is green. The right side of the playground is the flag-raising platform, the flag-raising platform in the middle of a straight flagpole, the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind, it is so red. When the wind stops, it hangs down and surrounds the head of the flagpole, like a standing red tasseled spear, and like a towering torch. Opposite the flag-raising platform are four basketball courts, each of which is large enough to park five or six cars. To the right of the flag-raising platform were three golden sandpits filled with soft `sand. When class is over, there will be some male students playing basketball here, or jumping long distance or playing in the sand. When playing basketball, they are chasing after each other, all trying to grab the basketball and put the ball into the rim, and the others are not willing to be weak, making every effort to surround and intercept, and the spectators can not help but shouting cheers. The left side of the playground is a teaching building, we are there to learn knowledge.
Our campus is like a big beautiful garden, how beautiful, how lovely, we thrive here.
First-year campus essay Part 9Campus Symphony A yellowish bird flew from a big lush tree in the corner of the campus. It is thinking: in which place to settle down? Is it here? Suddenly, the class bell interrupted its thoughts. "Good day, teacher!" The voice was loud and neat, like the majestic slogans of the troops during their drills. This sound attracted the attention of the bird; students read aloud in unison: "stones through the air, waves beat the shore, rolled up a thousand piles of snow ......" as if the steed galloped across the grassland, but also like eagles soaring in the blue sky, through the stock of the upward vigor, reading sound catchy, the little bird Listened to the fascination; "Su Dongpo is one of the 'eight greats of the Tang and Song dynasties'......
"Another sweet voice rang out, that is the teacher's explanation sound. Listening to listen, as if opening a picture of spring: everything is vibrant, hundreds of flowers bloom, green grass, warm spring winds sent a silvery spring rain, moisturizing the earth, gave the flowers and grasses long-lost warmth, like manna percolated into the heart. The sound from the classroom let the birds intoxicated in a burst of strong fragrance of books. Unconsciously listen to a long time, the bird is a little tired, it stretches its wings, a hover, fly to the big playground next to a pine tree, just fell, I found the big playground on the sound of people, is bustling. It turned out to be a school sports meeting. The runway suddenly snapped a gunshot, startled the bird jumped up, is there also a hunter found me? Then there were those little students with red scarves beside the track, raising their arms and shouting, "Go, go, go! Come on! The voice is excited and enthusiastic, like a surging tide like a wave over a wave, oh, it is for those running on the track to encourage the students, ah, I am safe, a false alarm of the bird smiled; "Yeah! We won!" There was a sudden burst of thunderous noise over there, as if spring thunder rolled across the earth.
The bird did not find the sound noisy, on the contrary, it was infected, full of strength, flapped his wings to drum up energy, "Chirp - chirp - chirp! "Hey? How there is a place out of a string of pleasant notes? Birdie flew to the outside of the music classroom, and sure enough, the sound is very gentle, like a bottle of "Sprite", people feel refreshed, sweet and savory, aftertaste. The bird was not convinced, thinking: whose voice is more melodious than mine, whose voice is more sweet than mine, it is impossible. So, it used the whole body of the watchful eye, "Kirikirikirikirikirikirikirikir! Although the bird's voice is very pleasant, but it is too small, but not than the wonderful piano. Then, the students picked up a tube-shaped thing, blowing into it, the melodious sound floated over, the bird as if back to its hometown: the depths of the white clouds, winding paths, the wind blowing rustle, babbling brook. The bird couldn't help but be moved and sing along. Sunset, the beautiful campus symphony into the last movement - a kind of warm silence. The bird fell in love with the beautiful campus, see, it is busy, is building a nest and home.
I study in a beautiful campus, it is a beautiful scenery, is the study of life in the wind and water.
Into the gate, into the eyes of the tall and wide red scarf square, the brightly colored flag, on behalf of my love for the motherland. Every Monday, all the teachers and students of our fourth grade held a grand flag-raising ceremony in front of the flag-raising platform, sang the national anthem, performed the team salute, and watched the flag slowly rise into the sky.
Further ahead, is our school's promenade, the walls on both sides of the promenade are filled with bright glass windows, windows full of students painted paintings, it looks like this colorful paintings, to the school to add some interest.
The left side of the promenade has a small pond, a small pond has many happy fish swimming around in it. The left side of the pond has three stone books, these three stone books is the school in order to urge us to study well, whenever we see these three stone books, will be motivated to read. On both sides of the pond there is a stone fish, look very interesting, the right side of the promenade is a wide playground, class, students like a bird out of the cage to fly to the playground, then, the crowd, some students play basketball, some play table tennis, there are rope skipping, hot and heavy.
In front of the playground is Huayi Hall, Huayi Hall has three floors. The first floor is for reading, the second floor is for painting, and the third floor is for singing. Every Friday afternoon, students will go to the interest section group they aspire to participate in activities.
The left side of the Hua Yi Hall is a beautiful little flower bed, which is full of colorful flowers. Whenever spring comes, the willow girl wears her long braid. The azalea, red as fire; the peach blossom, pink as haze; the pear blossom, white as snow. The spring bamboo shoots quietly poked their heads out of the soil, greedily sucking the milk of the mother earth. Beautiful flowers are like a beautiful girl, scrambling to let people appreciate their own beauty, if you open the lush flowers, you will also find an inconspicuous life: grass. Grass must also want us to appreciate, but unfortunately they are too weak, can only live in the fight for colorful flowers below.
Look, this is our campus, are they beautiful?