The river bends,
The road is long.
Under the blue sky and white clouds,
Birds fly by.
The colors in summer are not strong,
Rice and wheat turn yellow.
In the faint wind,
Bursts of songs,
Several readers are walking.
On the battlefield,
Send away the sunset glow,
Welcome the morning sun.
Miss this primary school,
Teach me to sail from now on.
Although the ends of the earth,
This feeling is unforgettable.
All kinds of disasters,
Still crazy.
Raise the sail,
Ride the wind and waves,
Cultivate the pillars of the next generation.
During the journey,
In full swing,
Bright light.