2. Youth is the flower in March, the sunny rain in July and the red leaves in October; It is the rising sun of the spray, the hundred ge of competition, and the eagle fighting the sky; It is playing the strings of joy, bumping all the way to the sea, straightening the trunk, stretching the lush, warmly embracing the blue sky poplar.
Don't be idle during the day, youth will never come again. —— Lin Kuan
4. It's not unintentional to send you poems. Don't be ashamed of your youth. -Yu Qian
5. Long live youth-Wang Meng
All the days, all the days have come,
Let me weave for you with the golden thread of youth,
And happy flower rings, compile you.
Singing on the boat, dancing in the moonlight campus,
Walking in the drizzle, marching in the early morning of the first snow,
There are also heated discussions, a lively and warm heart.
In the past days, it was also a day full of reverie.
My wishes are blurred, like spring rain,
We have time, strength and firm belief.
We are eager to live and fly in the sky.
It's a simple day, but also a changeable day.
Everything in the vast world surprises us.
Never cheerful, never indifferent.
As long as youth is still there
I won't be sad.
Even if the night devours everything
The sun will come back.
As long as life is still there
I won't be sad.
Even if I'm stuck in the desert
There is still an oasis of hope.
As long as it is here tomorrow.
I won't be sad.
The snow in winter will melt quietly.
Spring thunder will surely roll in.