Use space prepositions to describe a familiar place on campus

The campus is a part of our life, whenever I come to the campus there is a warm feeling, like home, in fact, the campus is another one of our "home". In the spring, the campus of the willow tree sprouted, we watched her grow a piece of tender green leaves, the leaves are how tender, how tender. The sycamore tree is like an old grandfather. Amiably standing there, guarding our campus, how warm and affectionate it makes people look. Whenever the leaves fall, the palm-like leaves want to float down like a fairy, and its dance is so graceful and dignified. The winter plum is even in the cold winter frost and snow, standing there, let a person feel that she is so strong and different, let a person to her to cast envious eyes, may be this is her arrogance, will let us so by her to be y attracted to her, by the beauty of her charmed. In the students play on the bridge, can clearly hear the students crisp and simple laughter, that laughter is how loud and clear, so that it spread to every corner of the campus, so that everyone together to share their happiness. Inconspicuous a grass and trees but this it so charming, will we be y attracted to them to be intoxicated, there are many beautiful things around us, as long as we have a pair of eyes that will find, then our society is how beautiful and warm!

I love the fresh spring, hot summer, icy winter, but also love the cool fall. Autumn is the most beautiful season on our campus.

Every year in the fall, the flower beds on our campus are full of flowers. Look, the south side of the moon season: some are budding, some are standing ...... there are rose red, light yellow, pink ...... colorful, gorgeous. The most attractive are those autumn chrysanthemums on the north side, in a thousand different shapes and sizes, rare and colorful, like holiday fireworks. Colorful butterflies dancing in the flowers, adding a lot of life to the flower bed.

The lilac trees on both sides of the campus road, through the careful cultivation of gardeners, like a soldier standing neatly. After the rain, the dark green leaves look more lush.

What a beautiful view!

The two tall sycamore trees in the campus have started to drop their leaves under the autumn wind. Just see the golden leaves floating in the air, in the sunshine, like millions of golden butterflies fluttering in the air, but also like a fairy in the golden flowers, very beautiful. Walking under the tree, I casually picked up a piece of fallen leaves, out of focus looking at this golden leaves, suddenly felt that this leaf seems to become so big and big, like a ship, loaded with my dreams, sailing to the faraway ......

Ah! Autumn, what a wonderful season! You use colorful paintbrushes to make the campus so beautiful, I want to praise you loudly - the beautiful campus autumn color!

Early in the morning of autumn, I carried my schoolbag, greeted the gentle autumn wind, stepped on the falling leaves, and walked to school with a light step.

Our school is located in the center of the family area of the Four Seventy-one Factory. Into our campus, can be described in one word, that is "green". First of all, what comes into our eyes are three flower beds, all of which are surrounded by iron railings. The middle one is about 5 square meters, which is full of colorful flowers: red, yellow and white. The red ones were like fire, the yellow ones were like gold, and the white ones were like snow. Flower beds on both sides is rectangular, inside the tall and straight pine trees, full of pine leaves green and lovely, like an open green velvet umbrella, the wind blows, gently swaying.

In the school entrance to the left to look out, there is a length of about 90 meters, about 80 meters wide, a total area of more than 7,000 square meters of lawn, such a large lawn in the general city school is almost none. So it is the pride of our school. The grass on the lawn is like a dexterous weaver, they use their own stars and dots of green, relying on the collective strength, woven into a green carpet. The lawn can be really beautiful, far away, flat and spreading. In the morning, the sunrise caresses the campus, caresses the green lawn, each grass on the tip of the leaf, adorned with a crystal clear dewdrops, as if a shiny pearl, in the sun's reflection, glittering, the whole lawn is like a turquoise lake, green bright. Occasionally there are a few unknown birds fall in between, mischievously pecking at the dewdrops, pecking at the leaves, and from time to time issued a pleasant singing, bringing infinite vitality to the lawn, adding a serene beauty.

At noon, the autumn sun shines high, dewdrops no trace, the grass seems to become soft, touch like baby's hair. There is a smooth child grass, ambidextrous, as if in sound sleep. Now lying on the lawn, warm, soft, more comfortable than lying on the sofa! Every day after class, students are scrambling out of the classroom, to the "carpet" to relax. That is our paradise. Senior students lie on it, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, remembering the good life in the campus. Lower classmates chased and played soccer on it. Look! The two little fat guys are wrestling on it, and they are having a hard time. In the ten minutes between classes, the students play on the lawn to their heart's content. This lawn brings a lot of joy to the students.

Looking around the lawn, you will have a "surprising" discovery --- a small grove of jujube trees grow lush. Those date palms are hundreds of years old, most of them are thicker than the mouth of a bowl. A hundred years of vicissitudes, a hundred years of wind and rain abrasion, its skin rough, cracked, as if carved. Iron bars like branches, stretched out horizontally and vertically, the leaves are thick and dense, the sun shines, shiny and oily. As the saying goes: "waterlogged pear dry date", this year's rain is not much, date knot extra dense. A doodle, a string, as big as a ping-pong ball, as small as the size of a finger belly. Now the jujube tree is full of bunches of heavy jujube: full red, half red, deep red, light red, cracked slit, not cracked slit, it is a favorite. Look, there is a bunch of purple red purple red dates, smiling so brightly, as if saying to people: "Come on! Welcome to taste!" When the date all harvested, the leaves are slowly yellow, all floating down, date palm like a kind old man, sleeping y! Waiting for the arrival of spring.