The most beautiful years

The rising sun casts a thousand rays of golden light, A blue figure approaches through the blue morning mist. We climb up the towering cliffs, Watching the gentle water strike and create towering waves. Who makes the rhythm of life never cease? The tide stubbornly pulls at your pure white feet, The tide rider does not like the calm bay, Floating in the transparent sea, facing the sky, Just like in the cradle, gazing at mom. On the hillside, the little wildflowers unknown to all, Grow swaying and alone. Let the wind brush away the tears of pearls, Cheering to welcome the dawn of every day. The best of times you are writing poetry, Beautiful melodies linger around the best years. May this beautiful world always be new and fresh, There must be a home in your dreams in the distant place. No matter how chaotic the world is, Your smile is always so innocent and flawless. In the future, there will also be a pure and soft heart, Warming your cheeks in the wind and sand. Who can ignore the most beautiful years? Who can cruelly strangle the future? No matter how noisy the world is, Your splendid future will bloom all the way. With lofty aspirations, you are about to set sail today, I wish you a beautiful tomorrow with flowers all the way. On the other side of the boundless ocean, There must be a home in your dreams.