Thirty years of love
Thirty years of memory
Lit by a peach blossom of my alma mater.
Strolling along the tree-lined path of my alma mater.
Everything is so comfortable.
From the wall of the old classroom
From the dilapidated tile-roofed dormitory
From that yellow and broken old photo
Trying to find the lost dreams of teenagers
The figure running on the court.
Like a swallow flying by.
A bright smiling face on the rostrum.
As brilliant as peach blossoms in the spring breeze.
Feel free to express yourself under the light of evening self-study
Inspirational talk about the country.
The plot of the novel characters in the dormitory bed
Passion ripples in the hearts of teenagers.
Thirty years of hard work
Thirty years of glory
The dazzling Venus in politics.
Ran Ran rises and blooms brilliantly.
For the benefit of the people
The financial resources in the business sea are rolling like rivers.
The rich are listed as successful models.
Peach and plum are full of Kyushu fragrance.
Painting is a chapter of educating people without regrets.
On the vast land of southern Guangdong
Experts from all walks of life have emerged in large numbers.
Immortal magic to create the world
A teenager like a fallen leaf
Ups and downs in the vicissitudes of life
Like dust in a rolling world
Turn it over
Thirty years later.
Fallen leaves return to warm roots.
The dust returned to the thick earth.
The heart of a teenager
Like a ship sailing into the harbor.
Swing gently
Gently overflow
Sing softly