The years of youth flow like water. Our youth flows like water.

Flowering in order, flowers work in time;

The withering and prospering are impermanent, and the grass is managed by years.

We are the green in spring, the star in summer night; We are a maple leaf in late autumn and a snowflake in winter.

Our youth is pure and kind-hearted. It can roam freely like a fish. Even in the rough sea, it will sing happiness and happiness gently. Our small shoulders carry big dreams. We are still childish and strong. We like to look up at the stars and wait for the next day. We are eager to find a peaceful sky, where inside and outside are clear, quiet and flawless. Innocence and kindness guide our way forward. Somewhere in the sky is our own paradise.

Our youth is full of sadness, like a bird that has lost its due shade, and we don't know where the road is. Young people are desolate in our hearts, but they are crawling with the desire to grow up. The seemingly carefree young people are in a hurry and a bit faltering. We have no wings but still silly dreams fly. We want to try to forget all the sad past. Only when we look back suddenly, we find that our youth is full of destruction and has the same twilight as the setting sun. We will also stand at the crossroads of life, wandering step by step, pure dreams, and sadness.

Our youth personality is publicized, we have learned to cover up sadness with stubbornness, and we have learned to help growth with innocence. We are crazy about success, and there is also a kind of freedom and pride regardless of success or failure. Our personality is incomprehensible, but our heart is like glass. We are unruly, arrogant and refuse to be sentimental, and write our tears as a kind of strong. In the face of frustration, we still keep our mouth light with the sound, and interpret the sonority of life with action.

Our youth shines, and we try to find the direction of running in laughter and tears. We have our dreams, we have our extravagant hopes, even if tears filled the heart, the road stumbled, still stubborn smile to erase all the sadness. Now that we have chosen to run, we will try our best to rush into the distance. Nothing can stop us from releasing the power of youth. We have the same enthusiasm and light as fire. Let the wind and rain howl, use our youth attitude to meet the obstacles from reality, and pursue the courage like a meteor. Even if we fall, we will also shine.

Youth passes quietly like an hourglass. But we learned to stand in our own small world and feel the time, secretly remember our youth with words that others can't understand, write down all the sadness, all the dreams, all the fleeting years

We have been waiting at the ferry waiting for the ship, leaning against the bright sky, with the most perfect arc, nostalgic for the footprints of youth. Like water, flowing quietly