I am a small tree planted by my father and mother.
Every day, I grow happily.
In the dense woods of the school,
listen to the symphony of green leaves.
Facing the spring breeze, rain and dew,
Facing the morning sun,
each small tree yearns for it every day,
towards The ideal in my heart.
Yearning for the rite of passage at the age of ten,
Just like a small tree sprouting branches;
Yearning for admission to the college of your choice,
Just like a small tree growing independently;
Yearning to grow up quickly,
working hard to realize one's ideals,
contributing to the motherland.
We are the pillars of talent,
growing under the happy tree of the motherland,
Every small tree opens its arms,
Hug each other and talk about the future,
Green leaves singing in the spring breeze?