Youth dream poem (singing for boys and girls after me)

1. I am very happy.

The wings are under the banyan tree

Gently germinate

Blooming flowers

Set out for the blue sky.

Song of the goshawk

Chasing me

radiant smile

This is a dance in the clouds.

Overlooking infinite pride.

Warm rain falls from the sky.

Infiltrate into the body

Dissolve me

2. Thinking is a noble bridge.

Whether we can finally reach the other side,

Have a dream and pursue it,

This has been a success,

It's an honor. In the process of pursuing dreams,

We are growing. How beautiful youth is!

On the big stage of youth,

We can be a bird.

A bird that just left its mother's arms,

The dream is the blue sky, so we strive to run to the blue sky.

Dreams are on the ground, and we are ostriches on the ground at best.

If we want to fly, to a bluer place in the blue sky,

Dreams are those wings!

On this huge youth stage,

We may be just a clear spring,

Weak, thin just reached the ground.

The dream is the sea.

We struggled to assemble in the sea,

Dreams stagnate on the ground,

We will eventually evaporate and cease to exist.

If we want to live a wonderful life,

We're going where we can adapt,

Find the value of survival,

Let it integrate into the social family,

Dreams are that kind of powerful power!

On the big stage of youth,

We may still be as slender as grass,

Can't fly or move.

In the fierce competition for survival among the surrounding trees,

I'm a novice,

Survival of the fittest is not strong but tough.

Dream is sunshine, with that persistence and tenacity,

Sunshine is everywhere.

Without dreams, life may soon dry up.

Dreams are the spiritual power to prolong life.

3. If life is a solemn music,

That youth is a sweet melody buried in the bottom of my heart.

If life is a precious gem,

That youth is as beautiful as jade and as white as fat.

If life is a hot and passionate summer day,

That period of youth was a warm and cold drizzle like manna.

We step into our own spring,

Chase that clever butterfly.

Keep walking, running and jumping. ...

In that spring, the spring of chasing butterflies,

Never, never, never, never tired. ...

4. The dream of youth

Let go of your dreams

Chase your hopes.

Live in your passion.

Raise your voice and sing.

Wings that let you fly

Relax as much as you want

Boiling blood

Light up the rising sun every day

Passionate as fire

Write every chapter of life.

Sadness is left behind.

Ideal illuminates the darkness.

All the tears have started, but I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning it was. In that ancient summer when I never came back, no matter how hard I tried to pursue young you, it was like a passing cloud shadow and your smile was very shallow, and gradually faded after sunset, so I opened the yellow title page and fate bound it badly. I read and reread with tears, but I have to admit that Youth is a sloppy book!