Time is like a towering old tree, swaying countless leaves. Look at the calendar, drifting in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Unconsciously, I can't tell how much sunshine and moonlight I have ushered in and how many dawn nights I have sent away. Now, the pace of time has sent us into the campus for 46 years. This book is full of fragrance. A warm wind blows everywhere.
Campus is poetry, campus is painting. Campus is a long river of history, and campus is like the red leaves of Xiangshan. This is the ocean of poetry, and this is the paradise of flowers. We cultivate here, and we harvest here. Our campus is a paradise of dreams! Golden campus, we come noisily, young mind, full of infinite expectations.
In the world wrapped in plain clothes, we vent our passion and radiate more lives. Green campus, those ignorant teenagers, flaunt the brilliance of life and appreciate the lack of knowledge. The fiery campus, those young faces, full of knowledge, are looking forward to the new school year. The campus of the four seasons is becoming more and more colorful year by year. In an instant, we grew up, but left silently with the joy of growth.
Campus, you are a garden full of vigor and vitality. Flowers are growing vigorously. I hope I can become one of the flowers and grow up healthily under your care! Campus, you are a paradise full of laughter, you let the children bring laughter.
I hope I am one of them, so that we can have a happy childhood full of laughter! Campus, you are our learning world, and you make a group of ignorant children become the pillars of the motherland. I have also become one of them, swimming in the ocean of knowledge in your arms!