Write poems of youth

Long live youth, all the days have come, let me weave you, weave you with the golden thread of youth and the wreath of happiness. Singing on the boat, dancing on the campus under the moon, walking in the drizzle, marching in the early morning of the first snow, having a heated discussion, dancing and warming our hearts. . . . . . It's another day full of reverie. Just like the spring rain, we have time, strength and burning faith. We are eager to live and fly in the sky. This is a simple day, but also a changeable day. Everything in the vast world surprises us. We are always cheerful and never indifferent.