That is a school located on the hill, where the seasons are like spring.
Bamboo forest is dense, wild flowers are everywhere, grass grows and warblers fly.
The riverside is surrounded by books and the tall buildings are full of songs.
Butterflies are flying, flowers are blooming and bees are around. Here it is.
My beautiful school
(2)
The engineer of human soul belongs to the place and is also a sense of mission.
The flowers of the motherland are in bud, and the spring of childhood and adolescence is eventful.
Everything is contained here, and the sound of reading is floating in the school.
Voice flows into the sea of builders, who are knowledgeable.
Years burn the cradle of Millennium culture and spread the dream of Chinese rejuvenation.
Self-improvement, inheritance and innovation, endless.
(3)
At dusk in winter, I paced to the last old camphor tree on campus.
Stop and look up at the rebuilt campus, leaving a condensed scar.
Stroking the acne left on you by the years, you have passed the age of no doubt.
No longer put frivolous and provocative arms into the distance.
Now I am as humble as an old man, and my speech is no longer passionate.
The gift of sunshine and rain, the favor of Chunyang, and the enthusiasm of xia yang.
Youth and the past are quietly written into the inner circle, staring at the children with low eyebrows.
Play, grow, leave, I am in your shade.
Close your eyes and listen to the wind blowing through your heart. I am singing with you.
(4)
I walked past the school and saw lights in the distance, just like the most beautiful stars in the sky.
Male and female, the pen tip crossed the book.
Leave a red mark, a circle, a little bit, a straight line.
There are also words of encouragement and long question marks.
From long black hair to white silver silk.
Try to straighten the question mark.
Into a sigh, a spider web.
Tuan Tuan, silk from spring silkworms.
Take a bite, take a bite, and hold the triangle.
Draw two parallel lines, extending to the edge of the blackboard at most.
Put it in vilen, but I can't find the intersection.
Vision is everywhere, so ideals have a starting point.
Life is no longer lonely, and the future becomes within reach.