There is an urgent need for a 1000-word recitation poem about youth.

Four Songs of Youth (1) Snowfall in March There was a snow in March, and my mother died in the sky. Not only the sunshine in winter, but also the figure of pigeons flying. The strings are broken. I fell on the top of the mountain in the depths of Yuntao and cried. March is the season of flowers, and my harvest is really the withered flowers all over the world. Dead leaves are dancing on the snowy road. I sit on the ground and look up at the gate of heaven and the river that can't swim every night. The stars have been hidden in the ditch. Without the touch of the moon, I debugged and fiddled with a thought-provoking song on my own tears. (2) I secretly love watching you sow light green in my lonely autumn and grow into crazy spring grass. (3) My youth is dark in winter. There are no beautiful birds flying over lonely stagnant water, and no fish swimming around me happily.