When the years turn quietly,
When the sun's enthusiasm ignites endless flames,
When the tree of understanding is full of flowers of wisdom,
Dear Pingle:
Dear alma mater:
Ten years, with a flick of a finger.
Time is intentional, and years leave marks.
Your history is a bright starry sky.
Here, it is a post station for our growth.
This is the sky where we spread our wings.
Condense the meaning of understanding into the sublimity of life,
Build the spiritual home into the brand of Jinshan.
Ah, my alma mater,
Flowers bloom and fall, peaches and plums are fragrant,
You are a huge stage to show your life and promote understanding.
Ah, my alma mater,
Learn to be a teacher, model,
On the road of growth, you have given us respect and instruction.
With more reflection and understanding, wisdom and virtue can go hand in hand.
Understand teachers, understand yourself and shape a better life.
You, let us fly countless beautiful dreams,
You have given us ardent expectations.
In the praise, you still walk with vigorous steps.
In the field of education, you are still writing more brilliant glory.
Scientific management makes new moves,
Research schools make famous teachers.
Teachers become famous, students become talents,
Leadership satisfaction and social trust.
You are the horn of Jinshan education.
You are a model of sailing against the current.
The road to training talents is only a short decade.
Three generations of gentlemen.
Dear Pingle:
Dear alma mater:
We swear to you with the sincerity of students:
Generation after generation, we have been obsessed with the pursuit of becoming a famous school in Shanghai.
We are endless, for tomorrow's Pingle, continue to write eternal legends!