Poetry about grasping youth and flying dreams

I have walked through a hundred flowers, and I don't remember the fragrance of life. I once brushed the green of Yang Liuzhi, but I didn't feel happy when I was young. I have searched and searched, but I can't find the sky in the future. I, perhaps we, have stopped several times and hesitated to be sad. We all thought that was the true self. Until we sing against the cold wind, until we realize that the years have passed, can we continue to wave our youth? Students, let's put away our hope to wander around the world, let our thoughts stop drifting with the tide, let's treat our precious youth rationally, let the ideal sweat wet our clothes, let the future not regret this time, and let the vitality bring us happiness. Let's fly.

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