Youth is a song.
A song that never gives up.
Youth is a kind of
A never-ending river
Youth is a book.
Never get tired of reading.
Youth is a cup.
Endless tea
Youth is a building.
Standing on the top of the national forest
Carve the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a building.
Knowledge pagoda
Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a thriving tree.
Stand the test of wind and rain
Youth is a flower.
A budding bud
Want to show the world your unique charm.
I use passionate
Heart of youth
Give yourself a gift of youth
That is a poem of youth.
Youth quartet
(1) Three In the snow
It snowed in March.
My mother died in the dust
It's not just the winter sunshine that disappears in the sky.
And flying pigeons.
The strings are broken.
I fell on the top of the mountain in the depths of Yuntao and cried.
March is the season when flowers bloom.
And my harvest is really the withering of flowers all over the world.
On the snowy road
Dance with dead leaves
I sat on the ground.
Look up at the gates of heaven every night.
And the river that can't swim.
The stars have long since disappeared.
There is no touch of the moon on the ditch.
I debug with my own tears.
Playing a prime minister's song on a snowy night.
Bright March
Bright March
Many flowers and shadows
The wind shakes the green leaves.
I opened the window.
The sun came in.
Drive away the shadows.
I hear lonely and broken voices.
The shredded water of youth taken away by birds
Isn't it my sadness that shines?
Forget all this.
The wine I once drank.
Once lost mountain road
The snow on the mountain has melted.
In this beautiful March
Let's listen to the whispers of flowers and dreams together.