There are still traces of polished calluses on the winding stone road.

In the blooming buds, you can faintly smell the fragrance soaked by sweat.

From wilderness to resort, there is not much mystery here.

From drawings to reality, your original dreams come true here.

Paved roads, planted trees,

Left an unforgettable memory.

Tears shed, blood dropped,

Everything is integrated with steel and concrete into this place where the sun rises.

When thousands of mansions stand on the ridge,

Who knows the treasure hidden behind it?

There is only a faint smile in the sunset,

Interpreting the silent words of comfort.

Good job,

my brothers and sisters.

The scorching sun at noon left deep black footprints in the middle of the road,

The early morning dew washed the light blue uniform on the hedges and grass walls.

From cold winter to scorching heat, this is the place of will.

From night to daybreak, this is a battlefield where people will fight to the death.

responsibility and loyalty,

A round shield epaulette was forged and carried on the shoulder.

glory and dreams,

Condensed into steel discipline to guard this peaceful place.

When countless songs and laughter echo in the mountains,

Who knows about the unknown sentry post?

There is only the blazing sun, as passionate as fire,

Telling that silent relief.

Good job,

my brothers and sisters.

The soft bun was combed into thin willows by sweat and drifted in the wind.

The strong arms were tempered by the hot fire and became even brighter.

From meals to refreshments, here are the compliments of gratitude.

From a nap to a vacation, this place has received sincere praise.

When drinking and singing together,

Who knows the young face behind him?

Only a shy smile like the rising sun,

Silently reciting those silent words of comfort.

Good job,

my brothers and sisters.

The budding flower bud will eventually open,

The grass that breaks the ground will surely grow vigorously.

Going through thorny obstacles may be tiring and tiring,

Ushering in is indeed the rising sun of hope.

A piece of grass, a piece of wood, a piece of brick, a piece of tile,

They all entrust the dreams of entrepreneurs.

Failure and retreat are not in their dictionary,

Some are just strong-willed.

comfort, comfort, consolation,

All turned into that simple sentence:

Good job,
Chapter completed!