The autumn wind is cool and the colorful flags are fluttering.
A long-awaited cry.
Walking around the campus, jumping for joy,
Tune the pen and ink to send joy.
My thoughts are floating on the desk,
Put your heart aside for a long time and write new poems.
Kuafu's pursuit of the sun is still a legend.
The flag can fly for a while.
Plan to teach athletes to aim high,
Focus on the end and keep your heart.
The bugle of endeavor is sounded again today.
Go forward bravely and be proud of the Teachers College.