Our school is picturesque, with four seasons like spring. There is a small pavilion for students to rest, a beautiful teaching building, a basketball stand and a table tennis table for students to play after class ... Among them, my favorite is the small flower bed.

Spring has come, and the grass wakes up from a deep sleep. He stretched out his little head and looked at the beautiful world strangely. The peach blossoms in the flower bed are also in bloom. They are swaying, as lovely as girls and as naughty and lovely as children. The carpet paved with pink peach petals is so soft that people can't help but want to lie on it.

Summer is coming, and the bamboo forest in the flower bed is more dense. It stretched out its long arm, shook up a rich green yarn and danced gracefully. It's really elegant

Autumn is coming, and the osmanthus flowers in the flower beds are blooming. Flowers are dense, one after another. From a distance, they are dotted among the green leaves like broken gold. Whenever students walk into the campus, they can smell the faint fragrance of osmanthus.

When winter came, almost all the flowers withered. But the wintersweet in the flower bed blooms in the cold winter. In my eyes, only this poem can be worthy, that is, "Plum blossoms are in full bloom, and pedestrians don't come."

I love small flower beds, and I love this beautiful campus even more.