Holding the pen tip without direction, driving the sail of youth.
Sailing to the ends of the earth never stops.
Stepping on the blue waves of the times, dancing the rhythm of the years.
Rippling with ordinary youth, breaking waves.
People bathed in the light will put their ideals on a huge ship and sing loudly.
In autumn, mountains and rivers are dyed, and spring flowers are blooming.
Dongli Glacier Tour the Galaxy in Summer
Cooking, working and eating spicy hot pot.
The waste of playing with tree rings has created the accumulation of years.
Young people are struggling hard.
When sunlight is interwoven with silk thread, it wears sweat and ripens fragrant coffee fruits in the soil.
Smiling at Yaotai's mother, she praised countless heroic feats.
Listening to the shining song of youth, the footsteps of youth trample on the mud balls of mountains and rivers.
It is not difficult to grind iron into needles. Diligence and courage can erase the bubbles of difficulties.
There are hundreds of millions of flowers of technology.
The years that have passed are less sad and more joyful, and the years that have not yet arrived hide the noise and bumps of the wind and rain.
We pull the rope woven by youth and tug-of-war with the years.