I am anxious to recite a poem about my class.

Classroom life is the most beautiful shell in our life.

In class, we move from naivety to maturity.

From ignorance to knowledge

It is the class that has been growing up with us in obscurity.

It is this class that paved the way for our success.

Students, this great mother

Students are under your care.

A beautiful ideal can be realized.

Sweet dreams can come true.

You are not my land.

Green seedlings grow into big trees.

You are a brush like a rafter.

The paintings are praised by people.

You have the warmth of spring.

You have the splendor of summer.

You have the maturity of autumn

But not as cold as winter.

You're on China land.

Light countless stars that can shine on you.