If the school is a high mountain,
Yao, we are grass at the foot of the mountain.
Grow up slowly under the protection of mountains.
Guo said that the school is a bright light,
Then, we are people in the dark, guided by the light, moving towards the light.
If the school is a warm home,
Yao, we are happy children at home.
Grow up under the care of family.
Ah, school, you are like my mother,
How happy I am in your arms, how
I love our school,
Grass's respect for mountains;
People's gratitude for the light in the dark;
Son's love for home!
With deep respect,
Love,
We ride the flowers,
Travel freely in the ocean!
Dear Xue
Flowers will bear fruit,
But whenever
An eternal monument in our hearts.