Time flies like a fleeting white horse; pearls roll and jade turns, grass grows and orioles fly;
In high places, think of danger; when full to the brim, beware of overflow; all that is past is but a prologue;
Born at the right time, into a prosperous age; cutting through thorns and brambles, a sky full of stars;
In bright clothes and spirited steed, live up to your youth; the road is long, and the future is full of promise.
— Excerpted from the students' "Acknowledgments"
