If the school is a mountain, then we are the grass at the foot of the mountain, growing slowly under the protection of the mountain. If the school is a lit light, then we are the people in the darkness, guided by the light, towards the light. If school is a warm home, then we are happy children at home, growing up in the care of home. ...Ah, school, you are like my mother. In your arms, I am so happy, so happy! I love our school, just like the grass's respect for the mountains; people's gratitude for the lights in the dark; the children's love for home! With deep respect and deep love, we take advantage of the fragrance of flowers and swim in the ocean of knowledge! Ah, dear school, the flowers will bear fruit and we will grow up.
But no matter when, you will always be an unshakable monument in our hearts