In this fleeting time, you and I are full of vigor and vitality.
Youth can't wait, dreams are expected to bloom,
Pack your bags and sing the song of youth,
With a childlike heart in pursuit of dreams,
You and I are both moving towards youth. ...
My youth is on the road,
Years have taken away the frivolity of my youth,
A strong teenager makes a strong country, and he has a responsibility on his shoulders.
With my dream, let the poems of youth be more dazzling.
Maybe many years later, I stood at the last intersection of youth road.
Looking back, I looked at the way I struggled for my dreams in my most beautiful years.
I will sing the regret and beauty of youth.
My youth who struggled on the road without regrets,
You are my pride!
My youth is on the road,
The road of youth is tortuous,
When I got lost over the mountains,
Thinking of the faith in my heart, I raised my head and continued to set sail.
On the way, I learned whose youth is not confused.
There will always be mud on the road and flowers will always wither.
Laugh at setbacks and face difficulties.
My youth, even if it is short,
Try to make her as gorgeous as summer flowers.
My youth is on the road,
The scenery on the road fascinates me and drives me crazy.
The wind on the road is refreshing and intoxicated with the fragrance of flowers and plants.
Looking silently at the place where I first dreamed,
Imagine you are standing on the highest mountain,
Smile indifferently,
Because the road ahead is still long,
Now I'm quietly ready, just waiting for dawn.
You and my youth are on the road, hold fast to our dreams,
Go forward bravely and be unstoppable.
Young people chasing their dreams,
While young, let's go crazy again on the road of youth.
2. Youth is like wine
I smelled your fragrance for the first time when the flowers bloomed that year.
I was drunk all season.
Many small stories with full grains.
Boiled into a bowl of spirits by time.
This fragrance has been unlimited for centuries.
It is still talked about by the world.
Those petals flying all over the sky
It's the emotion flying in my hands.
Your backpack is full of youth.
Walking in the season when I can't walk.
I poured it out of my bag.
All the stories about you
Clear past
But it smells like wine.
I couldn't help taking a sip.
And then I got drunk.
Indulge in the blooming flowers
3. Youth
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smiling face is shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
On the night of forty-five.
Suddenly I remembered her young eyes.
Think of the summer when she was sixteen.
Walking slowly towards him from the hillside.
The sunshine outside the forest is dazzling.
Her skirt is so white.
Remember that hill full of tea trees?
A cloudy sky
And cicadas in my ears.
In the silent forest
I love tonight.
Look back at the mountain road when you come.
Only to find that your life and mine are over.
In a completely different way
I have been here and gone.
A vision so enthusiastically planned.
Such a blueprint drawn carefully and accurately.
I was so eager for youth.
But always
Never been here.