I study in a beautiful school, which is beautiful all year round!

In spring, trees grow new branches and grass sticks out small heads. Peach blossoms are as beautiful as other spring flowers. Those little lilacs are also trying to show their distinctive purple, as if they are brighter than peach blossoms, which makes people feel very comfortable!

The weather in summer is very hot. Poplar and pine trees are green, so keep your eyes on them! People sit under a big tree like an umbrella, which is very comfortable and cool. Sometimes, when it rains lightly, students will play under the tree and have a good time.

In autumn, it is a fairy dressed in gold. It soothes the heat of the sun with its own clothes, bringing freshness and light to the earth. This season, the chrysanthemums in the campus flower beds are the most charming!

In winter, when the campus is covered with a thick layer of silver, the pine and cypress on the tree are stronger than before, guarding the campus like soldiers.

Ah, I love my beautiful campus!

2. Prose on campus life

Tired of the noisy atmosphere, I decided to let my mind have a quiet enjoyment.

I walked alone in the campus and looked up. Everything is such a familiar blue sky. In the distance, a few lush bamboo trees are tall and straight, and the buds below are curiously looking at the beautiful world in front of them. Clusters of colorful flowers exude fragrance. Next to the flower is a pine tree that is evergreen all the year round. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, it always stands like a giant. A gust of wind blew past me and I couldn't help being intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of me.

There was a hearty laugh in the distance. The students were playing under the big tree and beside the flowers. They set off the beauty of the campus with sweet laughter.

The campus is beautiful, and the buildings are even more beautiful!

A magnificent and tall teaching building stands in the north of the campus, and the five characters of "Hetian Teaching Building" on the roof shine in the sun. There is a flagpole in the south of the campus. Every time the flag is raised, the five-star red flag takes the students' ideal Ran Ran to the sky. It all looks so harmonious!

The beautiful campus brings us laughter and hope for tomorrow!

3. Prose on campus life

This is a land where I once shed my youthful laughter. Passing by again, I can't help approaching again, looking for the footprints of the past years. ...

Perhaps the scenery of the orchard is too beautiful, perhaps the cohesion of collective production and life at that time made me nostalgic, or perhaps there is a complex of being close to nature and cultivating soil in my bones. In those years, in retrospect, I always feel that it was the happiest time in my life.

Seventeen, very simple. Time and space are always full of too many happy factors and dreamy colors. Even when dealing with land and trees, I think it is my sweetest job.

The orchard in winter is very quiet and beautiful. Birds' singing is a natural and ingenious note. The sawing sound of people pruning is a lively rhythm. Man and nature play together the most wonderful sounds of nature in the orchard.

See that row of fruit trees? That winter, I used to crawl around the branches of the trunk like a monkey, pruning and shaping fruit trees under the guidance of my master. See that vibrant branch? Once when I flew down from the tree, its branches caught my braid.

The outside world is wonderful. I left here at the age of 18 for my dream olive tree. As time goes on, the story of time enriches the experience of life. But in my heart, I have never forgotten this land that nourishes me and enriches my ideal.

As the sun sets, I will bid farewell to this hot land again ... wait for me, and I will definitely come to see you again.

I love you deeply, this sentimental land.

4. Prose on campus life

I have a beautiful campus. It is full of vigor and vitality.

Walking into the campus, I was greeted by a towering silver flagpole. There is a bright red five-star red flag hanging on the flagpole. The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, solemn and powerful. Whenever the solemn national anthem rings, I always think of how many predecessors died for the battle and how many martyrs fought bravely. This bright red five-star red flag was dyed red with blood by martyrs and predecessors. In front of the national flag, there is a sculpture and three children.