Poplars and weeping willows

Text/Guo Zengji

In front of the teaching building,

There are two trees,

A poplar grows strong,

A weeping willow.

Refreshing morning,

Shoulder to shoulder to usher in the rising sun;

Warm evening,

Hand in hand to watch the sun go.

Bright classroom,

Echoing poems;

In the pleasant spring breeze,

ABCD floats.

A childlike heart,

Yearning for the vast long sky and sea;

Bright smiling faces,

Look up at the five-star red flag of Hula.

This weeping willow,

Like a diligent gardener,

Tired day and night,

Boiled white with green silk.

This poplar,

It was that lovely child,

Carefully nurtured by gardeners,

Gradually, it stood tall.

The years are like water,

Xiao Xiao autumn wind has arrived again.

The poplar tree bowed its head,

Looking at the weeping willow's hunched body,

My heart was filled with endless gratitude.

It shakes the crystal dew,

Turn into tears of gratitude,

One drop, one drop...