We left, ushered in ignorance of our youth. Youth, let us wantonly, Chang ran his mind, as the freedom to savor the wind, feeling as the cloud itself, because youth has given us the pinnacle of life, we do not mature, we are no longer ignorant, we only have persistence.
Life is the pursuit of the ideal, the ideal life is light, lost its lights, will lose the courage to live. Therefore, only by adhering to the lofty ideals of life, not only in the ocean of life lost. Tolstoy would be an ideal life into an ideal life, a phase of the ideal. The ideal of the year, a month, or even one hour a day, one minute. When you hear here, classmates, do you think of their own ideals?
The flower of life is the spring of life, it is beautiful, but short-lived. As a college student should study hard in this period, to make progress, to find their own piece of the sky. The youth is the hope of the motherland, the future of the nation. Every man is the master of his own tomorrow.