Campus as a knowledge OASIS in the city
Golden oak fruits are not as brilliant as phoenix wings, do not faintly scent like jasmine, but have a passionate dance in the wind.
The season of the Golden wing, that is the season of love, farewell of student age. When late winds pulled, pulling golden fruit on the branches all the way down, spinning in the air, signaling a season of memories coming.
The roads are dyed in the romantic golden again, become poetic and lovely by rotation of golden wings.