Primary school students recite contest poems.

One hundred years ago, in Rudong, you miraculously rose on the banks of the Chuanchang River. Since then, students eager for knowledge have their own learning halls. They rushed to this place full of knowledge and wisdom. Now, you have experienced a hundred years of ups and downs, the war of resistance and many hardships. However, your footprints are still on the bumpy road. Those two tall and straight ginkgo trees, I witnessed how many vicissitudes and glories you have experienced. Looking back six years ago, I was still an ignorant child. When I first set foot on campus, I felt the warmth of your arms. When the first sunshine shines on your face every day, students begin to sing childlike smiles in the cradle of knowledge. A pair of eager eyes, a pious heart, raise the ideal sail and set sail. I can't forget the annual science and technology festival. The immature works in the art festival are dazzling, and the interesting activities again and again make us forget the exchange of exchanging things for life. Let us know that it is not difficult to get along. A jiaozi makes us understand that the fruits of our labor are the most fragrant. Now that I think about it, the mellow fragrance deposited in my mouth is still meaningful ... I can't forget the tug-of-war competition. Although our class lost badly, we gained friendship and prosperity. We can't forget the reading contest again and again. We can't forget the TV series again and again, and we can't forget the time when Mr. Miao Haiyan and Mr. Wang faced the biggest blow in their lives. Alma mater, you let them still have their dreams with the greatest love, and we have once again gained morality, justice and courage to face life from you. In the past six years, we have been wronged, discouraged, confused and embarrassed. It is you, the teacher of our alma mater, who took us through the mud and difficulties and gained confidence. Meeting the challenge is that you make our wings stronger, and it is also the blackboard that you have accommodated our rebellious and frivolous classes again and again. How much utility have you erased and how much hope have you written? Alma mater, alma mater, you are the place where we fall and get up. You are the place where we cried and laughed. You are the place where we pick up colored pens and paint a better life. These two ginkgo trees are yellow and green. Green and yellow have accompanied many students, sent away many young smiling faces and witnessed many brilliant alma mater. Today, in the year when we are about to graduate, we celebrate your centenary birthday. The students you trained, ordinary and extraordinary children, will also attend your centenary celebration in the future, listening to your tinkling steps and watching you go through a hundred years and still be young. Let us recite your alma mater with deep affection. Happy birthday to my alma mater wherever we go.