In the warm wind season, the sky is as clear as washing.
Catkin flying all over the sky, falling in the quietly budding earth.
Young life squirms in the soil.
Burst music is flowing in my heart.
Young man, we have an unchanging oath.
Young people, we will firmly look further.
At the starting line,
From the moment we set out, we were destined to chase the rising sun.
A determined and confident face, waiting for the dawn of victory.
Hold that drop of sweat tightly and let tears flow on your face.
Just for the moment when the applause rang.
Youth has no regrets, since I chose the blue sky, I chose to fly.
Even if one day there will be a pair of wings that bleed blood.
Since we have chosen struggle, we have chosen wind and rain.
Even if there are thorns on the road in the future
Since we have chosen the path of life, youth has decided it.
Youth is doomed to struggle and impermanence after our choice.
Youth, since it has been chosen, has ushered in hardships.
Youth, after our choice, becomes gorgeous and brilliant.
Look, the beating flame is the full bloom of youth.
Listen, jubilant footsteps are the voice of youth chasing dreams.
Blood is tireless in young people's bodies.
Passion is strong and light on the limbs of young people.
Let's sing the hymn of youth.
Cheer all the way, sing all the way, chase your dreams and fly away.
Chapter 2: Believe in the future
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove,
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty,
I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment,
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn,
When my flowers cling to other people's feelings,
I still stubbornly use frozen dead vines,
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I'm going to wave the waves that rush to the horizon with my fingers,
I want to hold the sun in my hand,
The warm and beautiful pen flickers the morning light,
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
The reason why I believe in the future,
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future-
She brushed away the eyelashes of history,
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies,
Those lost blues, the pain of failure,
What moved you was tears,
Deep sympathy,
Or a contemptuous smile,
Bitter irony.
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine,
Countless explorations, lost directions, failures and successes,
We will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes,
I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends,
Believe in the future,
Believe in indomitable efforts,
Young people who believe in overcoming death,
Believe in the future and love life.