--The 88th thirty-year anniversary of the Department of Chemistry of Fujian Normal University
At that time, the rucksack was filled with jerky youth
Look up at the Liberal Arts Building
That's the lofty ideal in your heart
At that time bypassed the roman columns that stood
Step into the dappled and solemn library
That's what you crave
That's when holding a beaker test tube
Obsessed with the acid-base world
Stir your young chest
At that time, the blue sky was as clear as our eyes
At that time the emerald green fields were as fresh as our smiles
One hundred and twenty-seven hearts boiling with blood
Fourteen hundred days and nights
Take Chang'an Avenue as the string
Take your steps to my footsteps as a key
Same song
We've been chanting for thirty years
Who is the one who put the acacia leaf that was not sent out
Oxidized into specimens in diaries
Who put a paper full of thoughts
Write as an obscure testimonial
Southern red beans
Grow in your dreams
Who's out of biochemistry
Thoughts drifted around in molecular formulas and lectures
Who is the one who treats mechanical drawing as fine art
Let the drawing fit into the temperature of your fingertips
The bell rings high-energy notes
Stunning long hair and waist
Whoever holds up a flower folding umbrella alone
Wandering and wandering in the shade of palms
Turn the playground into a rain alley
Who keeps you out of his sight
Gaze at the lilac-like back
Just to collect the occasional look back
Yes then
Burning youth lingers like this
Chemistry textbook on desk
Experimental report on the desk
The lights of the liberal arts building were illuminated
The sound of books boiling in the trapezoidal classroom
It's been more than thirty years
Don't say hurriedly turn over
Only the yellowed title page remains
Faint creases
That former teenager
Now back here
Same full of confidence
The same smile is full of people
This life meets only because the frontier is not over
Today's encounter is destined to be emotionally eternal
Time has a feeling Chang'an testified
Even if it stands in front of dormitory building 13, the camphor tree
Even if the flowers of the magnolia are no longer fragrant and intoxicating
Tonight there is no longer any debate about the grass warblers flying wild geese back and forth
Tonight I will not care about the moonlight in Yantai
Years will eventually burn out the passion of life
Time goes on to lengthen the dreams of teenagers
Fill in a ticket stub and set sail for your next journey
Ten thousand more days
Let's put the cup again
The ambition remains
Chang'an remains
July 2018
