Lin yinxia
Cross the small stone bridge in front of the school, cross the straight tree-lined road, and come to the campus to enjoy the warmth and coolness of shady brewing. On the green campus, apples and grapes are hung with small storage, conveying the message of harvest and walking in the shade cultivated by predecessors. The feeling of infinite happiness rises slowly, and school life is so happy and comfortable.
Ten years of trees and a hundred years of people, chanting the poems of predecessors, want to water the land with sweat, and everyone wants to grow into a leafy tree, sheltering the motherland from a little heat and cold wind.
Footsteps, bent on wandering, in a hurry, in a hurry, took away my high school career. Time is determined to move forward, pushing us into the future in a hurry. Looking back, we know that all the colors and languages in the world cannot describe our deep attachment to our alma mater. The alma mater has accumulated too many landscapes, which makes it vicissitudes and full of strength.
The alma mater, which brings together too many true feelings, is so beautiful and moving. Cheerful fountains and whirling scenery are the unchanging faces of our alma mater. The teacher's eyes and the company of his partner are the cordial smiles of his alma mater. String songs are like water, and I am looking at my familiar alma mater and listening to the sound of books. What spreads in your heart is eternal desire.
Poetry:
How can we forget that the first year of high school is a mottled stone mark and wood grain, and the vague memory is a touching memory of youth.
How can you forget that the second year of high school is that small flower bed, and the long-lost flowers are quiet and peaceful. We will never forget that senior three is an unforgettable Milan tree, full of vitality. Yes, no matter where we are, we will always remember the pride and pride of being a Runan person!
In June, we will welcome the baptism of the college entrance examination at the suggestion of our teacher. In the splendid July, we will carry the wishes of our alma mater and hold high the sails of life.
The sun rises in the east. Spring flowers are about to blossom and bear fruit. Come on, friend! Let's raise the ideal sail. Put on the wings of success.