Did you hear that? Maybe it's a breeze blowing through the bamboo forest. Otherwise, how can there be such a high and vast voice?
See, maybe the stars are shining on the earth, otherwise how can there be such bright and affectionate eyes?
Did you find out? Maybe a cloud is floating across the sky. Otherwise, how can you have such a carefree and free mood?
This is the melody of the new year;
This is the charm of spring;
This is our chance!
With the passage of time, the wheel of time has left a deep mark. Looking back at each other, we watched 365 days and nights affectionately, and the four seasons turned around with smiles, which made us recall and felt deeply.
Spring is like a dream. The crimson petals are beautiful when they fall between your fingers. As bright as the sea is beautiful. It is also a kind of beauty to come through thick and thin. In this journey, there are hard gardeners who work quietly and students who are diligent in pursuit.
Summer is like a drop, when thoughts are immersed in the bank of May, when memories burn the soul of regret, when the storm destroys the boat of hope, ecstasy is still crystal clear, and the flowers on the other side are still eagerly calling. Yes, behind the youth, we found the melancholy and fatigue of life, but our youth is still domineering and our ideals are still flying freely.
Autumn is drunk, sending out ink fragrance and beating the pulse of youth. The road ahead is as long as iron, but in the long night when we burn incense, there are stars twinkling in the sky, hanging a warm-hearted lamp for our lonely struggle; Lonely, bright as the moon, but Chang 'e's sleeves are dancing, accompanied by a song of clothes and feathers for our simple pursuit.
Winter is like jade, and the west wind withers the green trees overnight, which can't quench the flame of youth; The ground is cold and fragrant, and it can't condense the beautiful years. Never lonely, never lonely, because there are you all the way, humming the songs in my dreams for me.
In this candlelight and smiling stage, in this ocean of laughter and singing, in this eternal and warm sacred place, we gather together.
Tell me about my youth, my ignorance, my youth, countless dear numbers, the delayed arrival of 20 1 1, the new year curtain opened in firecrackers, our publicity, and our time in the festival where poetry and painting circulate!