Song of Youth is simple and beautiful.

Youth is the harvest season of poetry, and youth is the proof of romance without regret;

Youth means enterprising, means rising, and contains great unknowns;

If you can let your youth banish your own thinking, let it gallop in the complex situation of nature, whirl in the deep structure of matter, and rush about in the infinite area of the universe, then you will be infatuated with it, excited about it and pour all your blood into it;

Youth is changing rapidly and fleeting. Let us sigh and feel it.

Perishable things tend to accelerate their passage, and what we can't touch flows through our hands.

Some people say that youth is a cup of fragrant tea, which needs us to taste it slowly in the ocean of memory;

Some people say that youth is the morning sun, the green leaves in early spring, the flowers in bud, and the bright smile on the exquisite face.

It is also said that youth is a fallen flower, and youth is a fearless pursuit;

But whatever youth is, we can't forget it after all.

Just like the green layer outside the window, who knows if it will wither next season;

Like a cauliflower swaying in an endless field, who knows it will wither in the next second.

Going to Qiu Lai in spring, new and disappearing, makes people unprepared.

Sometimes, we want to struggle hard and keep the tail of youth until the last moment;

But we can't catch it, and we can't let it go.

We can only let it pass our sight in a hurry, but at least we had it when it came.

Once upon a time, we were so energetic, crazy and obsessed at that age;

In our most beautiful years, there were many laughter and tears, and we struggled for it.

When we grow up day by day, we take off our immature coat, put on our maturity, put on our old age and put on our camouflage;

But we still pay homage to it like that and miss it like that.

Sometimes, loss is not necessarily the end, but the end of youth is another beginning;

The days will eventually pass gracefully;

Those fantasies, those green, those ignorant, those vitality;

Those unique scenery on campus, those marks belonging to each of our young people;

Our lost youth after all, the ups and downs we have gone through together;

Even if it is so old, it is still vivid in our hearts and fresh in our memory;

To youth!

When we are young, we are always full of unrestrained enthusiasm, such as peony in summer, pity for love, elegance of chrysanthemum in autumn, hope for all life, plum blossom in winter and curiosity, like flowers in spring.

Youth is a song that never gives up.

Youth is a never-ending river.

Youth is a book that you will never get tired of reading.