Early morning
You wake up from the morning mist
In the quiet fruit forest
Stir up soft dreams
In front of the octagonal pond and under the pavilion in the middle of the lake
There is
the hope you have worked so hard to raise
Sucking the sweet fragrance of lotus
Intoxicated in the paradise of your knowledge
Mottled red walls
Quiet confiding
The spirituality of the years has grown like bamboo shoots
< p>Your solidity and weighthave become more fragrant in the vicissitudes of history
Here
have our most precious memories
< p>Have our most unforgettable high school careerHave our most intimate friends
Here
Have our unforgettable hard work in military training
With the arduous final struggle of our senior year
On this beautiful campus
There is love and justice
There is suffering and happiness
But it’s more of a style washed by sweat