When flocks of geese fly over the horizon,
There is a girl who has been lying at the window watching.
She fancied herself a wild goose,
Fly freely in the blue sky.
Gradually, the little girl grew up,
Step into the rainy season with her reverie.
When she looked up at the sky again,
Suddenly I feel like a wild goose,
Sprint and bump in the boundless sky;
The clouds condensed and blocked her way.
The wind also tugged at her feathers.
In the fierce struggle and struggle,
She bravely rushed out of the clouds,
Fly higher and farther.
Although her down is scattered in the clouds. . . . . .
At this time, the girl felt the breath of youth.
This is a continuous leap to the dream.
An era of indomitable spirit and no scruples.
Although sometimes scarred,
But it hurts, and the pain is very simple, and the pain is very valuable!
This is youth!
Charming youth!
His energy and life are like boiling water in a pot.
Water the flower of dreams!
When you see a long-distance runner sweating like rain,
When you hear the rustle of ballpoint pens in the examination room,
When you see a confident and bright smiling face on this table,
What do you have in mind?
That's right! This is the sublimation of youth and dreams!
Dreams are like a rainbow, and youth is the colorful pigment on this rainbow!
We praise youth!
We praise the youth with dreams!
It is he who makes our life different from the rest!
It is him who makes our journey more brilliant!
We love youth!
We have dreams!
Let's use burning enthusiasm,
Meet all these challenges with a sincere heart!
(forwarding)