The evening is melting, the wind is blowing, and your long black hair.
As silk as floc, as smoke as rain. Turn my heart into a pair of scissors of dreams and cut a long ribbon. Like a waterfall, flying down, sparkling, kissing the evening breeze.
Your big eyes are hidden in your soft and elegant black hair. What's more, blond hair and blue eyes don't deserve a little lofty and elegant. I saw you skillfully roll up your black hair with light fingers and spin into the thin rain curtain with a petite oil-paper umbrella.
I can't take my eyes off your gentle and beautiful image. For example, the girl who picks lotus in Jiangnan has a nobler face than lotus. Fair skin, long dark hair and black and white eyes. They were born here and spread their wings here.
The spirit and ethereal spirit of art is like a graceful fairy among flowers. Your beautiful figure is outlined on thousands of souls. This is the nobleness of art above all else-it seems that only kindness can explain it.
In a trance, you take small steps and disappear into this illusory and real dream.
The evening breeze gently brushed my face. As if it were wet, it was the kiss of your black hair and the breeze ... reading poetry together.
Step in the footsteps of youth and enter the 2 1 century.
Female collar: Maybe all the beauty in the world is concentrated here.
Male collar: Perhaps, the brightest sunshine is scattered here.
Woman A: In the first spring of the new century, the flowers are blooming more and more beautifully.
Man A: In this spring, everything is full of vitality.
Woman A: We step into the 2 1 century with hope.
Man A: We use pursuit to design the world and life.
Female collar: Listen! A voice shouted in front of the road.
Woman A: The new century is the sun in my heart. We are students of 2 1 century.
We are students of 2 1 century.
Male collar: We are a very special group and the most internal pioneer.
Woman A: We are pioneers and the future. We will always be the epitome of the times.
Man A: We are extreme. In our acme, we have realized our own value, and we have dedicated our youth without any regrets.
Together: We dedicate our youth without regrets.
Female collar: Our youth is stirring in the endless torrent. Chasing rapids is our pleasure, and crossing the ordinary is our success. We are proud of our youth.
Male collar: Youth?
A two in one: youth.
Together: youth, youth-spring.
Woman A: Youth is us.
Man A: We are young people.
Male collar: Youth is a dream.
Female collar: Youth is a grass.
Man A: Youth is a fire.
Female collar: It's good to be young.
Women and: Youth is beautiful.
H: Youth is great.
Female collar: Youth is a fresh green leaf. In the fresh morning breeze, you always laugh with dew.
Woman A: Youth is a flying melody. On the beating keys, you always sing with brisk steps.
Female collar: when people's eyes drift over this dead leaf, they will think of the green everywhere;
Woman A: When people hear that old song, they will think of their past passion.
Female collar: and the diary of youth can only be painted with bright colors to write down the hardships of struggle.
Woman A: Then mark it with success.
Two people together: we can be young and have no regrets!
Male collar: the footsteps of youth are lively and energetic; Just like the endless wind, you won't get tired when you fly thousands of miles. When setbacks hit, I didn't hesitate, didn't flinch, but stood firmly on a belief-
Be strong, be strong, be strong.
Man A: It's hard to be happy.
He: Very rare, very rare.
Male white-collar workers: We need water and air, but if there are surprises every day, everything will become unremarkable. Oh, I don't need it-happiness is not real beauty.
I don't need happiness and illusory beauty.
Man A: It's funny to meet a sad face in front of the mirror. Tears are still wet, but rainbows are hanging on eyelashes. Let the sail of life sail freely, always chasing the intoxicating heart of the waves, and sing a song of self-improvement with the rhythm of the times.
I want to be strong, I want to be strong, I want to be strong.
Female collar: The road to youth is full of challenges and setbacks. Only knowing how to leap and fly is the most charming beauty of youth. The whole of youth is pursuit and transcendence.
Male collar: I pursue the world and life I designed. I am a trekking journey. I am a persistent and strict array. I am the fishing fire sown in the Mojiang River. I am a fertile barn planted in the soil. I dug up the golden sunrise, which can make everything shine. I sow spring colors, which can make everything wither and turn back to green. I brew spinning wisdom. I gave birth to clusters of stars like flowers, like a series of boats bumping between waves and valleys.
Send the notice of the birth of dawn to tomorrow.
I wonder what kind of art festival poems you need? I wonder if these two songs are available?