Yes, our name is Youth.

As the poet said, youth is a song, a song that sings many meters; Youth is a painting, a painting covered with red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple; Youth is also a page of poetry, full of joys and sorrows. ...

Yes, our name is Youth.

In the classroom, there are our eager eyes; In front of the desk, we are meticulous and do our homework carefully. In the corridor, there are our smiling faces full of laughter and youth; On the playground, there is our joyful and unrestrained sweat; On the way to school, we cherish time and drive fast; In the examination room, we work hard and make unremitting efforts. ...

Yes, our name is Youth.

We are never complacent about an excellent result; We are not depressed by the decline in the ranking; We are not depressed by the failure of the competition. ...

Yes, our name is Youth.

We long for the words of parents' care; We expect teachers to encourage positive eyes; We wait for the tacit understanding of our friends; We cherish the encouragement of our classmates for our progress. ...

Yes, our name is Youth.

We need to indulge in singing, we need to splash ink, and we need to think carefully. We thought that unforgettable feelings and those days that never came back were inadvertently forgotten, so we were hurt and strong, but we didn't want to cry, because our name was youth.

Yes, we smile, cry, sigh and then forget. However, we remember the name of this dream ... Yes, our name is youth.