Imitate the paragraph, well written.

Rain, shuttling from the clouds, leaving repeated traces; Moonlight, sprinkled from the sky, leaving a little mottled; Time flies, echoing from the song, leaving a lingering sound ... So, my friend, what should we leave after running out of the memory of youth? We should leave the glory of our studies behind, challenge ourselves and strive for victory; We want to leave the light of chasing dreams, and we want to leave footprints without regrets!