tả quang cảnh trường trước buổi học bằng tiếng anh

                                                                            Bài viết

This morning I went to school earlier than usual to be on duty. This is an opportunity for me to witness the quiet scenery of the school building. It is true that it is different from the scene of a midday school that only needs to be half an hour before you can feel the difference. I felt like I was lost in a strange place, even though this place was too familiar.

When I arrived, everything was still asleep. The security guard hasn't opened the school gate yet. Standing outside, I watch and listen. All are silent, the scene is still dreamy, hidden in the mist. The trees were silent. But I don't know that they're all moving. And this is the moment of the day and night of the night.

The beginning is the sun, the light. Although not yet clear, but dawn has quickly dominated the ground, shining the scene. Then the wind, in just a moment, the breezes seem drowsy but have dispelled the last frosts still fluttering in the groves and gently disturbing the leaves. Do not know from when, the young birds awoke excitedly chirping, welcoming a new day.

The entire school building was clearly visible with all its usual looks. And just a little more, the bustling atmosphere of the class as usual is about to take place. There have been some other classmates who are also on duty like me. The security guard also opened the gate and turned off the protection power. We greeted him and went to the school yard. This U-shaped school building, I have been here for more than four years, but in the morning like this, I saw another scene and the feeling of lightheadedness and surprise is hard to describe.

Perhaps, because every day goes to school at the loudest, busiest time, repeating the scene filled with bicycles, motorbikes, footsteps, stories ... so there is no those new feelings. Even the signboard outside the school's gate that today evokes an unusually deep, shimmering feeling.

Straight to the entrance through the courtyard was the School Board's room, located between two rows of classrooms, the door still closed. The drum in the summer had not been awakened, so it was not known that it was morning, and was still curled up on the wooden rack. She glanced at the first, second, and third grade rows. All windows and doors are painted the same blue and are sealed. There are a few bats are swinging the last round before entering the nest to avoid sunlight.

Several doors were open and there was a sound of people. On the railing of the room at the end of the row was a chirping bird. Suddenly seeing the shadow of people, it flew out to the grove of trees outside the school yard but still kept singing. Then the entire school building seemed to glow as the morning light reflected off the white, lime walls. In addition, a false drum sound signaled the beginning of a new school day.

The bustling, noisy, bustling atmosphere gradually rose to cover the school building. The wind also blew strong on the leaves of the eagle, the nacre trees, the phoenix. The lush flowers seemed to also cheerfully welcome the children, but swayed softly, making the dewdrops remaining in the sunlight become fanciful. The national flag also felt enough wind start to flutter.

Then everyone came also had enough. What class has entered that class. It was also thanks to this Sunday session that I had the opportunity to observe carefully the landscape of my school. I love my school very much because "going to school there is love, friends, teachers, that place is so fun ..." and certainly no one does not feel love for their school.