Wearing a dance

In the spring dynasty, the seedlings broke ground, and they grew wildly and grow taller. That is the dream of Xiaomiao’s dreams; summer morning, clear water, colorful flowers and trembles, that is the heart of the wind dancing; autumn, yellow leaves flying, lingering Resurrection, that is the leaf is dancing with life; winter night, the snow flutters, hovering and then hovering, it is the white snow dancing with the soul.

The third year of high school is the dance of the singer, wearing the dance of hope.

Out of the carelessness of the first year of high school, the heart of the second year was faded. We lit the candle of the dream, polished the light of hope, and calmly started in the melody of the light and the shadow.

18 years old, no longer complaining about the heavy weight. The expectation of the parents, the embarrassment of the teacher, the beauty of tomorrow, the stars usually shine in the night sky of the third year. We are willing to bear this weight because there is a thickness of life there; we cherish this heavy heart because it is the most harmonious spring in life.

18 years old, no longer complaining about the shackles of jealousy. I began to pay attention to my father's white hair, began to feel the wrinkles of my mother, and began to understand the pains of the teacher. 18-year-old birthday, don't party, don't want cakes, don't want gifts, just want to be alone in the eighteen years of life, lost, cherished, longing... We are willing to accept those bondages, because that is the creator Gifts; we appreciate those restraints with heart, because that is the happiest tie in life.

The third year of high school is a dance, wearing a dance of life!

We are not afraid to take responsibility, we are not afraid of the challenge of fate, we will use the 镣铐 to knock out the pleasing beats, flying in the shadow of the passing years...

Leave yesterday’s embarrassment and take away the firmness of today; leave the sadness of yesterday and take away the passion of today.

We are confident because we have not been ruined for a minute or two. We are worthy of the teacher, worthy of ourselves, worthy of time!

We never give up because we are young. What are you afraid of falling down? Climb up, pat your trouser legs and move on!

We have no regrets, because there is yesterday's sweat, today's hard work, tomorrow's dream. We will dance the most beautiful track of life in this golden glory!

As long as there is a dream, there is hope; as long as it is paid, there will be gains. When the heart grows, let's meet again on this dream-seeking journey, and look for those energetic figures to recall the passionate burning years and look back at the trajectory of the life danced with youth.