Today, we are small trees;
Tomorrow, it will grow sturdily and be lined with trees.
Today, we are the buds to be released;
Tomorrow, the garden will be full of flowers and peaches and plums will be fragrant.
Today, we are a gurgling stream;
Tomorrow, it will merge into a big river, surging and unrestrained.
Today. We are the rising sun;
Tomorrow, it will shine.
Look, the bright red scarf flutters in the wind;
Listen, the horn of progress has sounded;
Study hard and make progress every day.
We will be the pillars of the motherland!