A hundred years later
A quick tap
Full moon, ebb and flow, ebb and flow.
Hundred years' journey
Sui Zhang Yue hui
Come out from yesterday
Bathed in today's sunshine.
Visiting Xiao has experienced a hundred years of cold and heat.
Ten years of trees
It takes a hundred years for education to blossom and bear fruit.
A hundred years later
Will make the small shadows gray.
A lush tree is growing gradually.
Spend a lot of money from now on.
More than 30 thousand days and nights
Listening to the sound of the river day and night is like a song.
More than 30 thousand 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 more than 30 thousand days and nights became yesterday
Dear alma mater
Please allow me to poetically open the century-old picture.
Please allow me to listen to the century-long conversation devoutly.
Relive your glorious history together.
Go back to your long and glorious journey.
Relive your sonorous singing all the way.
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.
A hundred years don't change.
But it has been a long time.
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.
The wheel of time is always drifting away in the disappearing footsteps.
The past also faded away in the washing of time.
But we will never forget.
because
Your history is a starry sky.
Your future will be a great ship.
The teacher poured wisdom and sweat into it.
Condense the sublimity of life into immortality
Build a spiritual home into a first-class one.
My dear alma mater
When the song of celebration flutters with the autumn harvest.
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.
Allow me to use the purest, truest and most beautiful sound quality, song for you.
For our common glory and dreams.
Start (a disease)
We share weal and woe with our colleagues.
Let's use youth, sweat and life.
Generation after generation
Life and growth in nature
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