I didn't want to leave my alma mater.

It’s already a day of concentration.

It is always sad to leave.

Why am I always so sentimental?

Listen to the one at the same table,

I will cry.

one year later,

I may leave here,

I am lost, I am at a loss,

I feel that I have no time to grasp anything.

Here are my smiles, my injuries, my dreams.

There are the most beautiful memories of youth without my complaints.

I left after a year,

My alma mater, my second.

When I strolled on the gravel road on campus,

If there is a strong wind,

There is a Chongxue Minglou to block the wind for me.

It may have rained,

There are towering old trees in my alma mater for my umbrella.

Even if you encounter any major difficulties,

Have my teacher and classmates.

thank,

Thanks too much.

Second!

My heart is always connected to you,

Do not separate!

Fushun Second Middle School: Kai Xuan Na Wei Liang