Kang Xiuling, Class 614, High school

Mingyuan is a neighbor,

The buildings, the grass, the trees,

I slept there when I was young。

The sound of the book is loud,

The teacher solves doubts,

The Avenue after school。

Study under the lamp,

The fragrance of rice is faint,

The frogs clucked and drummed softly。

Back in the day,

With high spirits,

Young and ambitious as a tiger。

A forest of peaches and plums,

Flowers and fruits ripe,

Students are unable to contribute.。

For more than fifty years,

White heads reunited,

Talk and laugh。

I wish you good wine,

Alma mater is more beautiful,

Teacher health is good？

Whoever says,

The tree is a thousand feet high,

Hard to leave the fertile soil。

2014May 18