Now that I've started to thrive,

Soon I will leave this warm cradle,

Start a new journey,

For six years,

Unforgettable dribs and drabs

Let me learn a lot.

I remember our style in the sports meeting;

I remember our heroic posture in the radio exercise competition.

I remember childish laughter and sincere tears among my classmates.

I remember we wrote poems and essays together in the morning on campus.

I remember, we tried to choose the sunshine boy together.

. . . .

Six years, there are too many things worth remembering.

Teachers, classmates ... all the people who have helped us and we have helped them,

Who will really forget?

Six years, like the sea, will always be hidden in our hearts.

Year after year, ups and downs;

Day after day, the sun rises and sets,

The love of my alma mater penetrated into my heart.

Yesterday, I read and wrote here;

Today, I thrive here;

Tomorrow, I will take off from here and shape a bright future.

Footprints of growth have been left on the campus path.

Laughing and singing, staying in the fragrance of the flower bed. ...

Every corner of my alma mater,

Cherish our bodies,

Filled with our fantasies, we will never forget them.

Spring rain, dribs and drabs, arouses the ripples of missing; Continuous spring rain, continuous, always holding our alma mater. ....