Yue Longshan's composition with beautiful scenery all year round.

The air is full of peace and quiet, but there is also a lot of freshness, buildings, lawns, teachers, classmates, playgrounds ... quietly open the balcony window and look up. Oh, the sun shines on you with a smile-my campus.

The morning light is hazy, the bell is melodious, and bright white light is sprinkled in every corner of the classroom. Everything seems so clear and warm. As usual, we read aloud with textbooks in our hands. Eyes accidentally through the window, ah! When did the quiet railing become so charming? The fist-sized bird stood there, twisting its head from time to time, as if listening. Yes, they are listening to us read aloud.

Time flies, and now I have stepped into the classroom of Grade Two. I still remember the past clearly. In these bleak days, there are too many sorrows that don't belong to our age, and they are entangled into deep scars on the green vines of the years, but they are also full of laughter and happiness. I feel campus life in every corner of the campus, feel my campus life, and feel my contact with the campus.

However, in the second year of senior high school, we choose a different life and life between liberal arts students and science students, and each of us is approaching our dreams step by step with the happiness of ourselves and the campus.

Listening to a warm song, I sat in the corner of the campus, opened a book in the afterglow of the sunset, wrote down new things, and collected them in the leaves and sandwiched them in the book. Sadness and happiness are simple things, and words flow at your fingertips, recording the stories in time. Perhaps life is so colorful, with its back to history, drawing on the accumulation of thousands of years in the tide of time, or walking from the South Pole to the North Pole along the longitude and latitude lines, even if it occasionally loses its coordinate orientation, it will always go in the direction of happiness; Holding a favorite book, swimming in the ocean of philosophy and seeking platonic comfort; Occasionally, I will lie on a desk with clear lines in physics class to write my mood or sleep openly. Sometimes complaining about rote memorization, look at the thick information. Experience this unbridled youth.

At this time, I turned to the simple and unassuming youth in another corner of the campus and went home to simple harmonic motion after school. ADP is constantly combined with phosphoric acid and converted into ATP, which burns the remaining frivolity in rainy season. The exercises are as thick as a dictionary, and the test papers fall one by one, like fallen leaves in autumn, which wither the cardamom years. It may be boring and sad for others, but they enjoy it. I like to do chemical and biological experiments, watching chlorophyll slowly climb the filter paper and become orange, red, yellow, green and yellow pigment bands. The vague colors blur the brilliant imprint of youth. Solving a test question and asking a knowledge point is like climbing Mount Everest. Life is so monotonous, monotonous to simple, simple to happy, happy to like.

My campus, not only friends, classmates, teachers, but also you and me, accompany me through the whole year and enjoy "Jasmine in spring, Danlian in summer, Mingju in autumn and Aomei in motion". Under the cultivation of the gardener, the seeds are full of faint flowers. Because the school is the cradle of cultivating talents, my life with the campus, the accumulation of interesting knowledge and emotional color, is a unique landscape.

You are so silently and intimately accompanying me, silently lighting the boat lights of life for me. Every minute, every point, I feel in my heart that I will never forget you now and forever: my campus.