Campus story

Who made a wonderful silhouette for the nursery of the soul with wonderful hands? Who spread gorgeous colors all over the campus? The sound of books is the charming music in the campus; Is that melody elegance from that person’s soul? There are countless birds singing in the bright spring, whose voice is a little immature but melodious; Herders are wandering in the barren countryside, and groups of lamb are praying for something with their blurred eyes? The young Shepherd threw the whip of wisdom to the sky on the grassland of the soul, trying to pull down the rainbow in the sky and give it to those lost lamb for appreciation, attempt to call the lost yearning and pursuit. Who brought delicious food and delicacies to the hungry intestines and stomach of hemiao? It only makes the young seedlings happy and melodious; The fields are full of clear glow but still floating with long lingering fragrance? When the sun shines on the fresh buds, the glittering Dew also shines, and a string of charming colorful halo flickering and colorful. The breeze blows through the fresh green leaves and laughs out the spring, determined to give summer a bright smile. The cool summer breeze gently blows the golden yellow of wheat waves. Roses will be released in June, and seedlings will give the herdsmen a satisfactory harvest in June, the children were humming the song of harvest in a relaxed mood, and the wind of summer night was blowing slowly on the white clouds with a beautiful muzzle. The bright moonlight spread all over the campus, and the ground was clear and blurred. The industrious herdsmen are still imagining for the next season, whether the grass there is rich and the water source is sufficient? Those little sheep have grown up in deep affection, and there are many little kids waiting for feeding, waiting for their parents’ instruction and nourishment blankly; The flowers bloom and fall will bloom again; The grass will bloom again when it is withered, the cycle of rising sun and falling moon is the time when herdsmen fight. Vicissitudes and wind and rain are full of poetry. They use their painstaking efforts to irrigate and nurture them with flesh and blood. The agitating youth has withered, the leaves of the little Miao are plump; The vigorous body is stagnant, while the little lamb is fat and strong. You are the shepherd, and I am also the shepherd. In spring, we will hear the story of the grass knot; In summer night, the breeze murmured the legend of the crow feeding back; In the mobile phone, we will receive a lot of warm blessings from time to time; In winter, there will be the enthusiasm of respecting teachers. The ugly ducklings of those years grew into today’s White Swan, and the young Poplar of those days had grown into a pillar. The Mansion of the Republic was on the sky, and the beautiful heart the White Swan was dancing by the lake. The beautiful girl of those years is now Haggard, but your heart is always full of clear Lily; The young man in those years has white hair now, but the joy of success makes your soul extremely satisfied. The campus is the beautiful prairie, the students are the hungry lamb; The classroom is the charming big garden, and the students are the fresh seedlings growing in the garden; You and I are the shepherds flying their ideals, the wisdom of the soul is the fragrance and delicacy that nurtures the growth of students; Then I am the gardener in the nursery, and the industrious sweat is the scissors that use love to repair branches, under our careful irrigation, the delicate seedlings, the music and beautiful melody of jointing sound and sound, burst out in the sun and in the light wind, and the attractive bright girl, do you regret when you are old? You said with a smile: What do you regret/? This is my original choice. I have no regrets. Young man, don’t you regret it? You said happily: I am willing to be a king of children, or can I be so optimistic and open-minded? I have no regrets

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