An ancient poem for my alma mater (a poem! )

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

Bing Xin Yu Hu and the Soul of the Master of Calligraphy Creation

Enthusiasm is like a father's words, love is like a friend.

A few lines of light words will accompany you for a lifetime.

I hope that the latecomers can successfully report to the master.

Four degrees of spring breeze,

Several autumn rains washed away the gap.

Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,

Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.

Spring blossoms,

Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.

Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,

Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.