Praise the poetry reading in the college classroom.

Sing songs about our class. We love the earth and the blue sky. We love rivers and mountains. What we love most is our lovely class and our warm home. You are full of laughter, yearning, and how many fiery emotions there are. You are so ordinary, so brilliant, you are so simple and solemn. When the sun rises in Ran Ran, you will be green and full of vitality. The young trees stand upright and the flowers raise their smiling faces. In class, there is a neat queue waiting for review. Class is over, and there are flying pigeons flying into the blue sky. I love your blackboard full of knowledge, I love your neat and clean tables and chairs, I love the shock of your singing aloud, I love the tranquility of your bow, I love your flag flying in sunny days, I love your dripping eaves ... Ah, the unpretentious classroom is the starting point of our expedition, and our fiery ideals are shining with dazzling flames. You are a stove. How much steel is smelted here? Tomorrow, track laying, bridge building, flashing wheels rumbling. You are the cradle of many talents. For tomorrow, go to mining, go to space and announce new discoveries to the world. We love the earth and the blue sky. We love rivers and mountains. What we love most is our lovely home!