Spring campus

I hoped, I hoped, and finally I hoped. The spring girl crossed the mountain, flew over the river, crossed the field, and came to our campus. The campus is full of excitement, and all kinds of flowers are open to the public: there are peach blossoms that look like a bright glow from afar, the red is like a group of torches, the pink is like a flying butterfly, the white is like a mass of cotton, set off against the green leaves. Under, bright and incomparable, beautiful. The spring jasmine is golden like a piece of gold scattered by a fairy. Some are fully open, some reveal golden stamens, and some have unfolded two or three clips, and some of them are still a flower. The most striking thing is the magnolia flower, which looks like a girl in a white dress dancing. Some are solitary, like whispering. Some of them look down and seem to be unspeakable. A breeze blew, and a thick scent came from the nose, and it was refreshing and refreshing. The grass smashed the loose eyes, drilled out the soil, and found out a small head, greedily sucking the oily spring rain, they are like a hand-weaving expert, using their own little green The collective strength weaves a green carpet. Ginkgo tree heard that the spring girl came, and they spit out a small tongue. Several spring swallows stood on the branches and sang loudly, bringing vitality to the campus. The students also took off their thick cotton coats and put on the gorgeous spring clothes, which made them more spiritual and more energetic. In the early reading class, the students were very vocal, and the teachers were very vocal in the classroom. The students listened with intent. The excitement of the class is extraordinary. As the saying goes: "The year is spring, and the day is in the morning." The students cherish this good time and learn from time to time.

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