Young green,
Peeking out eager eyes from the soil,
All hope began to set sail.
A pair of hands,
On the black court,
The ideal of writing white.
Gentle eyes,
Render the glory of dreams.
A three-foot platform,
Carrying your hard work,
We are your hope,
Teacher!
You gave me wings,
Let me soar in this knowledge sky!
Little bud,
From goose yellow to blue-green,
Grow sturdily in the sun.
Hair on the sideburns,
From black to pale,
Years of vicissitudes.
But life,
Reincarnate in a new form.
I
We,
With your smile,
With your kindness,
Fly to the blue sky.
Love,
You gave us strength.
Kindness,
You gave us wings.
Silkworms in spring weave until they die,
Every night, the candle will cry dry the wick.
You burned yourself,
Illuminated our way forward.
No matter how far we fly,
Wherever we fly,
In this life,
You always have a profound influence,
In this life,
There is always the glory you pay.
We-
It is the hope that you light up;
We-
Is your dream of flying;
We-
You held up the sun.
For reference.