But one day I will wake up from my dream.
Youth is a small river
But it will dry up one day.
Youth is a rainbow.
But it will disappear one day.
Youth is a blooming flower.
But one day it will fall.
Youth is the fine sand in your hands.
Unconsciously, it has leaked out.
Youth is a meteor in the sky.
Although it was beautiful, it passed quickly.
Youth is the fragrance left by happiness.
Want to cherish it has left \
We have the crystal purity of youth, the vitality of grass, the fiery youth of the sun, the ambition of an eagle, and youth grows with us. Youth is our hope for the world, flying to the unknown world in the sky, giving us infinite reverie, depicting the years in the dreamy world, leaving us with beautiful memories and enjoying youth in the trajectory of life. Young people have different vitality, different styles and different dreams. Let's let our youth fly and look for a different future.
The modern poem "Song of Youth" holds the pen tip without direction, and sails to the ends of the earth on the sail of youth, never stopping, dancing with the blue waves of the times, rippling with the rhythm of the years, ordinary youth, waves and people bathed in light, loading ideals on the great ship, singing and laughing in autumn, rivers in spring and glaciers standing in winter. Xia Yong Yinhe cooks labor songs, eats spicy hot pot, plays with the waste of annual rings, creates youth accumulated over the years, and strives hard. Sunlight interweaves, wears sweat, and ripens the fruit of fragrant coffee in the soil. It is not difficult to laugh at Yaotai's mother, praise the hero's countless feats, listen to the song of youth shining by the sun and the moon, step on the clay ball of mountains and rivers and grind iron into needles. Hard work and courage wiped out the hard-to-soak rice. Hundreds of millions of flowers of science and technology have passed, and the years that have not yet arrived are mixed. The noise and bumps of the wind and rain are hidden, and we pull the rope woven by youth to tug-of-war with the years.