It is like a beautiful butterfly dancing in summer.
It's like veins bookmarks in autumn,
Like a pure wish buried in winter.
The warm wind shook the soft curtains,
The golden sun shines on the leaves of the young grass.
Different lives affect different hearts,
Different moods make different youth.
Sow the seeds of hope in joy,
Harvest the fruits of success in sweetness;
In the sun, it is the fight between the goshawk and the blue sky.
In the drizzle, the tender grass plays with the spring breeze.
The laughter of youth is crisp and beautiful,
Like a string of purple wind chimes blown by the wind;
The dance of youth is ethereal and elegant,
Like a cherry blossom full of sunshine;
The information of youth is rich and colorful,
No one leaves a blank for themselves.
Passion and sweat burn together in youth,
We danced and flew with the last note!
Hope boils in the blood with dreams,
Grasp youth and seize the glory of creating life.
This is an excerpt from a poem I made in high school. I think it meets your requirements. I call you now, hoping to help you.