full of the tenderness of moonlight,
crystal ice edges at the eaves,
little tears,
under its gentle touch,
the sunshine melts slowly,
quietly depicts the soft wind
that thin face.
Where were you on that snowy night?
?
tasting the fruit liqueur in Hawaii;
or are you dancing with the beach girl in the tide?
At this time, it is almost noisy.
The city that is about to wake up in the sunshine,
will start to repeat yesterday's numerous scenes.
At the beginning of a new day,
the ice ridges have finally melted into the sunshine of the spring rain ...
NO2
It is not only love that deserves praise.
We can celebrate youth and spring rain.
It is not only the rich and powerful who are worth pursuing.
We can pursue our ideals and happiness.
Although we are still too young,
we haven't accumulated much experience and wealth.
Success is not the only reason to celebrate.
We can celebrate setbacks and failures.
Although we are still too young,
we have not enjoyed much success and joy.
Although we are young,
the world will be burned by the enthusiasm released by youth,
which will burn the light of generate and
will guide the world forward!
no3
Happiness,
like rays of sunshine in the dark,
opens the key to the soul,
releases full enthusiasm;
Happiness,
like a picture scroll in a screen,
delicate and elegant,
stretching a hazy mood;
happiness,
is like a line of poetry in a prose,
beautiful and eternal,
letting go of your raised thoughts,
happiness,
like a sparkling lake,
like a red flower in Shan Ye,
like an oasis with yellow sand,
like a cloudy sky with waterlogging ...
no4
I am a young eagle,
I haven't been able to open my eyes;
I am a young eagle,
I only try my best to open my small yellow mouth;
I'm a young eagle,
I haven't got plump wings yet;
I am a young eagle,
I can only flap my tender arms.
But,
I'm an eagle,
Based on the sounds of everything I hear:
I want to open my eyes,
I want to fly,
I want to have the vast sky.
I'm shouting,
Set an ambitious goal;
I am a descendant of the eagle,
I want to fly into the sky!
Preface to Long Live Youth
Wang Meng
All the days, all the days come,
Let me weave you, with the golden thread of youth,
and the happy wreaths.
There are singing and laughing in the boat, dancing in the campus under the moon,
Walking in the drizzle, marching in the morning with the first snow,
There are heated arguments, and a warm heart ...
It's a day that has passed in an instant, and it's also a day full of reverie,
Our wishes are blurred one after another, like the rain in spring,
We have.
It's a simple day and a changeable day.
Everything in the vast world surprises us.
It's always cheerful and never indifferent.
It's the first time to cry, laugh and ponder.
Let's go all the time.
I move forward happily in my life.
I won't be weak from heavy burdens.
I won't lose face from severe battles.
One day, after cleaning the gun, the machine and the sweat,
I miss you, greet you,
and look at you with pride.