Poetry about comparing a school to a cradle.

Song of cradle

Alma mater, you are the cradle of our wisdom.

Your shaking is the most stable.

Your narrowness is the most comfortable.

Your mind is the cleanest.

Your simplicity is the most elegant.

You never do anything for us.

If you are happy, you will be spoiled;

It's too much to be sad when you lose.

Never stop,

Shake up the sleeping snoring.

2 1 century, you keep shaking and shaking,

Shake straight into the sky.

Cradle,

You are the soul of etiquette,

You are the foundation of rejuvenating the country through science and education.