The lake reflected green trees and flowers.

Three or two white cranes comb their feathers,

How many students are studying hard at the cold window.

I stood up straight,

Fearless, proud and exceptionally young.

The storm of pain is in my heart,

Under the green flag.

The young head is unyielding.

Proud young people in the storm,

Stand stubbornly,

There is hope in the eyes,

Smiling shows strength.

Care with a fiery heart;

Enrich with our chic youth.

Who says the most beautiful voice is the lark's song,

This is our resounding slogan;

Who says the greenest jungle is the Amazon primeval forest?

Who says the most striking thing is the white poplar in the desert?

That's our beautiful figure in the hot sun.

The wind swept the sky prematurely,

The night is still cleaning up the mess,

All the buds and buds,

It must be frosting again.

Smile at each other,

Set out against the rising sun, leaving a long figure,

Still a long storm!

Passion ignites the fire of life,

Sweat washes away the road of life.

Believe in writing youth without regret!

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Golden campus

We came noisily.

Young mind

Full of infinite expectations

The world in plain clothes

We let off steam.

Passionate feelings

The colorful life of radiation

Green campus

Those ignorant teenagers

Publicize the glory of life

Appreciate the infinity of knowledge

Hot campus

Those young faces

Full of knowledge

Looking forward to the new school year

Four seasons campus

Every year is more colorful.

at once

We have grown up.

therefore

With the joy of growing up

We left silently.

On pure and fertile land

It breeds our hope for tomorrow.

We are eager to be an eagle in the future.

Soar above the sky

it's you

Let my life have a good start.

it's you

Aroused my curiosity.

it's you

Help me become useful and help me fly.

You taught me.

Give someone flowers, leave a lingering fragrance in your hand.

You taught me.

Increase people's smiles and make their hearts happy.

today

I want to put the most beautiful flowers.

today

I want to put the sweetest smile

give you

My dearest school

A monument that will always stand in my heart.

On a main road,

I remember there was a primary school auditorium.

There is the sound of reading in the morning.

Lang Lang:

Everyone is a real pillar.

Despite the storm,

Soaring in all directions.

Now I look at my hometown in tears,

Vast:

When will I tell you my heart?