The wax moon is your birthday;

The campus is your cradle.

annual ring

Carved your back,

It is a permanent memorial.

With your three-in-one,

filled the gap of thirty-four spring and autumn periods,

People surprise you by your presence.

You have taken the steps of youth,

Pass after level.

You have created a generation of romance,

It opened up a new era of school history and cultural garden.

You recreate the fiery life,

It expresses the sweetness of life.

You depict a colorful society,

It encapsulates the changes of the times.

You sketched the outline of the campus,

It shows a myriad of scenes.

You have opened the window of your heart,

poured out his heartfelt words.

With your perseverance and bravery,

Created a colorful peach blossom paradise.

Thou hast used thy wisdom and skill,

It condenses exquisite and clear poems.

You make the stars shine.

Thou hast made a hundred flowers shine.

however

You're not perfect,

The world is inherently imperfect.

You have congenital deficiencies,

There are also defects that breed.

You never shy away from medical treatment,

Even less pretentious.

Facing the finger point,

You always have a big heart,

Presents a gentle smile.

Although you are a "fertile field",

But it is inseparable from the radiation of the sun,

The watering of rain and dew.

otherwise

How can you be leafy,

It will not win people's love and admiration!

Maybe

You'll have hibernation,

But that's not the end of life,

It's waiting for another spring.

Call!

-- Writing for the 10th issue of the Woye Society, "The Call of Spring".

(May 1993)