Hymn of Youth In the season when the warm wind blows, the sky is as clear as washed willow catkins flying all over the sky, falling on the quietly budding earth. Young life squirms in the soil. Music flows in the heart. Young us, we have the same things. As young people, we will cast our firm gaze further to the starting line. From the moment we set off, we are destined to chase the rising sun with resolute and confident faces, waiting for the dawn of victory, holding on to that drop of sweat, no matter what Tears are flowing on the face just for the arrival of the moment of applause. Youth has no regrets. Since I have chosen the blue sky, I have chosen to fly, even if one day there will be a pair of wings dripping with blood. Since I have chosen to fight, I have chosen the wind and rain, even if it happens. There are thorns on the road to the future. Youth has set the course of life since we chose it. Youth has been doomed to struggle and impermanence since we have chosen it. Youth has experienced ups and downs since we have chosen it. From our choice After choosing it, it becomes brilliant. Look, the beating flame is the blooming of youth. The joyful footsteps are the sound of youth chasing dreams. The blood is tireless in the body of youth. Passion is strong and light on the limbs of youth. Let us Sing the hymn of youth, sing with joy all the way, chase dreams and run into the distance "Youth without Resentment" Written by Xi Murong If you fall in love with someone when you are young, please treat him tenderly, then all the time It will be a flawless beauty. If we have to separate, we must say goodbye properly, and we must thank him in our hearts for giving us a memory. Only when we grow up will we know that in the moment we look back, youth without resentment will be without regrets. On the quiet full moon "Youth" By Chen Qing The flowers of youth bloom and fade, which makes me tired but I don’t regret it. The rain and snow in the four seasons make me intoxicated but unbearable and haggard. The gentle wind and green dreams, the gentle morning and dusk, the faint clouds and the faint tears, the faint years. With a bit of wandering joy, I just left like this and never came back. No one hinted at the boring feeling of homesickness that I felt when I was young. I want to cling tightly to every golden sunset, and wash away my accumulated sadness with every transparent dewdrop. In that distant spring scenery, I met her in full bloom, filled with dazzling brilliance like a beautiful fairy tale. Allow me to sing for you. I won’t be able to sleep every night from now on. Allow me to cry for you. In the tears, I can fly freely. The sky in the dream is huge and I am lying on your eyelashes. The days in the dream are many, but I start to want to go home. I will bury all my songs on that green hillside, waiting for the day when they will be legendary in the world. The blooming and fading flowers of youth make me tired but not regretful; the falling rain and snow in the four seasons make me intoxicated but unbearable and haggard. The entangled clouds, entangled tears, entangled mornings and dusk, the passing wind, the passing dreams, the passing years. "Believe in the Future" Text/Forefinger When the spider web mercilessly sealed up my stove, when the remaining smoke of the ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future, be my purple grape Turning into late autumn dew, when my flowers are nestled in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write on the desolate earth with frost-covered dead vines: Believe that in the future, I will use my fingers to push the waves rushing to the horizon, and I will use my palms to hold them. The sea where the sun lives is swaying with the dawn. The warm and beautiful penholder writes in a child's handwriting: I believe in the future. The reason why I firmly believe in the future is that I believe in the future. People's eyes have the eyelashes to brush away the dust of history. They have the ability to see through the chapters of the years. Regardless of whether people express moved tears and deep sympathy for our rotten flesh, the melancholy of lost paths, and the pain of failure, or give them contemptuous smiles and bitter ridicule, I firmly believe that people have explored our spine countless times, Lost, failed and successful will definitely be given enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluations. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluations. Friends, firmly believe in the future. Believe in indomitable efforts. Believe in the youth that conquers death. Believe in the future and love life. "Youth" Text/Xi Murong All the endings have been written and all the tears have started, but suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning it was. In that ancient summer that will never come back, no matter how I pursue the young you, I can only... The shadow of the clouds passes by, and your smiling face is very faint, and gradually disappears in the mountains after sunset. Then I open the yellowed title page. Destiny has bound it extremely poorly. With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again, but I have to admit that youth is A too hasty book "The Poetry of Youth" Is there a kind of beauty that can become eternal? No one told me the answer, only the meteors streaking across the sky. Is there any kind of memory that can be touching? No one told me the answer, only the seven-color rainbow after the rain. How can we say that the world without dreams is no longer beautiful? Look at that child's innocent smile. How can we say that we will no longer be moved by the night without lights? Did you know that stars are also caring eyes?
We are youth, we are the bright stars in the night sky, we are unruly, we are persistent flying eagles in the sky, nothing can stop our yearning for beauty, nothing can influence our devotion to youth, the most beautiful lines of youth should be recited loudly by us, youth is a Beautiful dreams, but they will eventually wake up one day. Youth is a small river, but one day it will eventually dry up. Youth is a rainbow, but one day it will eventually disappear. Youth is a blooming flower, but one day it will eventually wither. Youth is the fine sand in your hand. Unknowingly, it has been lost. Youth is a shooting star in the sky. Although it is beautiful, it passes away in an instant. Youth is the fragrance left behind by happiness. I want to cherish it and it has gone.