Fifteen-year chapter
Flowers bloom and fall several times, and ten years of cold and summer are a flick of a finger.
Full Moon, Low Tide, Low Tide, Ten Years' Course
Go out of yesterday and bathe in today's sunshine.
Anda No.7 Middle School has gone through ten years of cold and heat.
It takes three generations to make a gentleman.
Ten years can make the shade gloomy.
A lush tree gradually grew into a roll, and the harvest began.
More than 3,000 days and nights
Listening to the sound of the river day and night is like singing.
More than 3,000 days and nights
Watching a thousand lights hold hands and make a promise
The years turn the endless rings quietly.
The enthusiasm of the sun lit the flame of life.
When these three thousand days and nights have become yesterday.
Dear alma mater
Please allow me to poetically open the picture of ten years.
Please allow me to listen devoutly for ten years.
Relive your glorious history together.
Go back to your long and glorious journey.
Relive your sonorous singing all the way.
1995-
Starting from scratch,
It is difficult to take a step forward
These pioneers in the seventh middle school
Into a cavity, shed a profuse sweat, to build the school * * *.
it's them
Created a new era of Anda education in this hot land.
All rivers run into the sea, so it becomes great.
Inclusive and people-oriented thinking
Ten thousand years is too long to seize the day.
A spirit of judging the situation and going forward bravely.
Who is the normal state of high school teachers?
A spirit of unity and cohesion willing to be a ladder.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Ten years is not vicissitudes.
But it has been a long time.
Ten years later, your smile is worse than flowers and stars.
Do you remember that the teacher's office was brightly lit all night in the moonlight?
Remember, remember, it is the teacher who moistens the green with the dew of wisdom.
Do you still remember the hurried figure on the platform three feet in the sun?
Remember, remember, that's the wing we want to fly, pulled high by your hands.
The wheel of time is always drifting away in the disappearing footsteps.
The past also faded away in the washing of time.
We won't forget
Teachers who searched up and down and founded the school.
We won't forget
Those students who are proud of serving their country and are determined to do so.
We won't forget.
All glorious and sacred souls and determined and heroic figures
Ah, Anda No.7 Middle School
Your history is a splendid starry sky.
Your future will be a great ship.
The helmsman poured wisdom and sweat.
Condense the sublimity of life into immortality
Build a spiritual home into a first-class one.
After ten years of struggle, you will eventually become a brand of Anda Education.
Ten years of dedication has created new glories for you.
My dear alma mater
We are a permanent green space in your vast garden.
We are the white sails swaying in your warm river.
We are the bright red leaves on your solid trunk.
We are a pure blue sky in your vast sky.
When the bell blows through the branches of the years
When the salute lit the fireworks of the celebration
Thanks to this land of youth.
Accept my steps
Germinate my enlightenment
Diligent and prosperous, proud of the seventh middle school students.
When the camera frames this moment as eternity
We always look back on the glory and elegance of your past years.
We always appeal to your wisdom and responsibility to turn spring breeze into rain.
Alma mater, my dear alma mater.
In this resort surrounded by songs and ceremonies.
We value students' sincerity, loyalty and seriousness.
Give you a gift, pay tribute and bless you.
When the song of celebration flutters with the autumn harvest.
Alma mater, please allow me to write exciting notes on your happy face.
When the laughter of the school anniversary is accompanied by the maturity of the golden autumn.
Alma mater, please allow me to dedicate the purest, truest and most beautiful songs to you.
For our common glory and dreams.
Come on, our dear friend
Let's use youth, sweat and life.
Generation after generation
Endless, endless
* * * Tell this eternal legend together.
* * * with the struggle to write this movement.