Dream 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!
Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
Youth is a beautiful dream, but it will wake up one day. 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 it will wither one day. Youth is the fine sand in your hand, which leaks unconsciously. Youth is a meteor in the sky. Although beautiful, it will die in an instant. Youth is the fragrance left by happiness. I want to cherish it. We fly youth, we have the purity of crystal, we have the vitality of grass, we have the fiery youth of the sun, we have 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 dream world, leaving us with beautiful memories and enjoying ourselves in the trajectory of life. Children have different vitality, different styles and different dreams. Let's fly our youth and look for a different future. Modern poetry, songs of youth, holding a pen without direction, sail to the ends of the earth with the sails of youth, never stop, step on the blue waves of the times, dance with the rhythm of the years, ripple with ordinary youth, break the waves and bathe in the light, put the ideal on a huge ship, sail and sail, and die singing in autumn. Jiangrun River in the glacier in spring and summer, Xia Yong Yinhe cook labor songs, eat spicy hot pot, play with the waste of annual rings, create the youth accumulated over the years, and struggle 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.