Youth hymn

The gloom of time is like a long song, and the cooling is drawn from the ignorant and strange staggered childhood. In the years when my fingers sewed, I set foot on my youthful road.

Our flower-like age is just the natural creation is not capital; the glitz and ostentation of the out-of-sentence is only childish, not beautiful; the wild horse is dislocated like a wave, and knowledge is paranoid, not free and easy.

Youth is red, like a burning flame, like the rising sun, full of vigor and hope, willing to give selfless devotion to light and heat.

Youth is green. Green bamboo like Diancui, like a plain plain, full of infinite vitality and vitality.

Youth is white. It is as white as a snowflake, like a piece of white paper, such as a written word, such as the most beautiful picture.

Youth is colorless. As the weather is unpredictable, you indulge her, you will only regret for the rest of your life; if you control it, you will ride the wind and waves.

Youth is the most beautiful scenery in our lives. Some landscapes exist for self-presentation, such as canyons, such as huge waves; some landscapes are embarrassing, such as fallen leaves, like the setting sun; some landscapes are full of dangers and challenges, such as cliffs, such as the abyss.

Youth is the morning sun. It is radiant and dazzling. All the darkness is expelled by it. Youth is a thriving life, a hope that will not be erased, a courage to go forward, and the most vivid color in life.

When we are young, we should not deeply sigh that we should sing in youth. We should study hard, don’t waste our lives, and have no regrets for life. Don’t wait until the year of Jiazi to repent of life, we should realize Days are idle, youth is not coming."

Youth blossoms, peaches and plums results; youth buds, praised rich. Please take the horse of youth, whip the whip from here, the spring is just right, the sun is shining in the sky.

Second day: Cao Qian