Youth is a brief beautiful dream; by the time you wake up, it has long vanished without a trace.
Time flows by, and we grow up. Sometimes youth is bewildering, and sometimes it feels like a fall, so we often wonder: what is youth? Is it a fiery season in life? What do we write about in youth? A long, endless poem. What do we leave behind? A regret without regret. We need to understand: youth is not about romance or scenery, nor is it about willows and peach blossoms, nor is it an ivory tower of luxury. It is a stage of life, a process of gradually maturing.
Youth is like a dream, years like flowers, and time like flowing water, fleeting and gone in an instant, so cherish your youth. Youth is like a song; its meaning requires you to sing out its vitality with fiery energy. Youth is like a picture; it needs to be painted by you, stroke by stroke. We, in our flowering and rainy seasons, are pure, joyful, and innocent. In study, life, and friendship, we weave our colorful youth, savoring the sweet taste of youth and experiencing the truth, goodness, and beauty of the world.
Because of youth, we take deep breaths and dream boldly; because of youth, we promise to create shared memories and pin them in our youth albums; because of youth, we never forget nostalgia, never forget 《Friends》, never forget 《My Deskmate》. In the long river of youth, we sing with abandon. We navigate in the ocean of learning, soar in the sky of life, and wander on the road of life, feeling the colorful life and weaving dreams. At the same time, the river of youth also flows with youthful arrogance and is full of storms and hardships.
Therefore, we should make the most of every minute and second of our youth, not wasting time. Do not let your youth age in the sword fights and shadows of Jin Yong's novels... We should also believe that the steps of youth will not stop due to difficulties, and the melody of youth will not be hindered by wind and rain. Youth is just a spring stream; sometimes it is calm and pleasant, sometimes it rushes rapidly, rolling up thousands of waves of snow. We must not perish in confusion, sink in sorrow or joy, or get drunk in the singing birds and blooming flowers.
Some say: youth is the source of happiness; happiness flows here, and pain lingers on the other side. Some write: youth is a rainy sky; rain spreads here, and sunshine waits at the edge of the sky...
Let us hold on to the tail of our youth, to the youth that is bound to vanish.
