Flowers bloom and fall a few degrees.
Ten years.
A quick tap
Full moon, ebb and flow, ebb and flow.
The course of ten years
Sui Zhang Yue hui
Come out from yesterday
Bathed in today's sunshine.
Ruian vocational secondary school has gone through ten years of cold and heat.
Ten years of trees
It takes a hundred years for education to blossom and bear fruit.
Ten years.
Will make the small shadows gray.
A lush tree is growing gradually.
Spend a lot of money from now on.
More than 3,000 days and nights
Listening to the sound of the river day and night is like singing.
More than 3,000 days and nights
Watching a thousand lights hold hands and make a promise
The years turn the endless rings quietly.
The enthusiasm of the sun lit the flame of life.
When these three thousand days and nights have become yesterday.
Dear alma mater
Ruian vocational secondary school
Please allow me to poetically open the picture of ten years.
Please allow me to listen devoutly for ten years.
Relive your glorious history together.
Go back to your long and glorious journey.
Relive your sonorous singing all the way.
1995-
Thunder has just sounded this summer.
This year, the rain in Jiangnan is dancing.
This year, Yunju Beiji Island was full of water and flew to Jiangyun River.
This year, Yongjia was full of vigor and vitality.
All rivers run into the sea, so it becomes great.
Inclusive and people-oriented thinking
Ten thousand years is too long to seize the day.
A spirit of judging the situation and going forward bravely.
Who is the normal state of high school teachers?
A spirit of unity and cohesion willing to be a ladder.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Ten years is not vicissitudes.
But it has been a long time.
Dedicated, playful, realistic and innovative.
State-level key vocational schools step out of the automobile and motorcycle capital
Wind and rain used to be bumpy geometry.
Turning my head, I saw a dull footprint.
Ups and downs have become your calendar.
The ups and downs have made your music.
You have been in this city for 1600 years.
Extend the backbone of scientific civilization
Ten years and a quarter.
Confucius said: The deceased is like a husband.
The wheel of time is always drifting away in the disappearing footsteps.
The past also faded away in the washing of time.
We won't forget
Teachers who searched up and down and founded the school.
We won't forget
Those students who are proud of serving their country and are determined to do so.
We won't forget.
All glorious and sacred souls and determined and heroic figures
Ah, Ryan Vocational Secondary School.
Your history is a splendid starry sky.
Ah, Ryan Vocational Secondary School.
Your future will be a great ship.
The helmsman poured wisdom and sweat.
Condense the sublimity of life into immortality
Build a spiritual home into a first-class one.
After ten years of struggle, you will eventually become a brand of Zhejiang education.
Ten years of dedication has created new glories for you.
Ruian vocational secondary school
My dear alma mater
We are a permanent green space in your vast garden.
It is the white sail swaying in your warm river.
It is a bright red leaf on your solid trunk.
Is a pure blue sky in your vast sky.
When the bell blows through the branches of the years
When the salute lit the fireworks of the celebration
Thanks to this land of youth.
Accept my steps
Germinate my enlightenment
You are a proud Swiss worker.
When the camera frames this moment as eternity
We always look back on the glory and elegance of your past years.
We always appeal to your wisdom and responsibility to turn spring breeze into rain.
Alma mater, my dear alma mater.
In this resort surrounded by songs and ceremonies.
We value students' sincerity, loyalty and seriousness.
Give you a gift, pay tribute and bless you.
When the song of celebration flutters with the autumn harvest.
Alma mater, please allow me to write exciting notes on your happy face.
When the laughter of the school anniversary is accompanied by the maturity of the golden autumn.
Alma mater, please allow me to dedicate the purest, truest and most beautiful songs to you.
For our common glory and dreams.
Come on, our dear friend
We are brothers and sisters who have suffered greatly.
Let's use youth, sweat and life.
Generation after generation
Endless, endless
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