青春的风像思念，让人无处可逃。                                                                                                                                                                    

我们借着晨光上路，选择与时间赛跑。                                                                                                                                                                              

冬日的寒冷，就是向困难低头。                                                                                                                                                                                             

暖春的来临，冲破险阻已是时候。                                                                                                                                                                                   

倾听着远方的云朵在风中漂泊。                                                                                                                                                                                       

任凭皮囊虚空，也会长出羽毛和希望。                                                                                                                                                                                

喜鹊在枝头低语，蓝天白云在谈笑风生。                                                                                                                                                                            

我们种下美丽的菜园，开辟花圃和草园。                                                                                                                                                                          

青年好似花圃里刚刚播下的种子，终有一日如秋水般盛开。