在青春勇敢和高傲的诱惑下，我怀着梦想沿着它的脚步迈进，但青春常常是孤独的，独自走过一站又一站，独自面对青春的蜕变，在等待蜕变的那一刻，似乎懂得了：我被自己感动！
Under the temptation of youth's courage and pride, I walked along its footsteps with dreams, but youth is often lonely. Walking alone station after station, facing the transformation of youth alone, waiting for the moment of transformation, it seems that I understand: I am moved by myself!
忘我·奋进
Forgetting oneself· strive
无论严寒或酷暑，走进教室，一股股热浪袭来，空气仿佛是被我们的努力所感染。瞧，一本本书叠得比头还高，挥笔的手仿佛洒着无形的泪水；听，那一次次地翻书犹如照相机的快门，为这场无硝烟的战争定格、留念，一张张试卷放肆地在空中飞舞，上面那鲜红的分数是我们奋进的见证，是我梦想的结晶！
No matter how cold or hot it is, as we enter the classroom, waves of heat hit us, and the air seems to be infected by our efforts. Look, books are stacked higher than one's head, and the hand waving the pen seems to shed invisible tears; Listen, the repeated flipping of books is like the shutter of a camera, capturing and commemorating this smokeless war. The test papers dance freely in the air, and the bright red scores on them are witnesses to our progress and the crystallization of my dreams!
这是我的青春——努力拼搏，不断攀登，因为忘我，被自己感动。
This is my youth‐ — Strive hard and climb continuously, because of selflessness, moved by oneself.
潇洒·拼搏
Stylish· strive
只听下课铃打响了课间练的炮声，同学们一张张承载了无数学子梦想的垫子上，哨声一响，大家飞速蜷缩着身体，犹如一个个由泪水和汗水凝成的波浪，不断拍打着岸边，仿佛叫嚣着考试的来临。一缕阳光透过下班，透过我们的潜水，折射出金色的碎片，是我们拼搏的铠甲，是我们梦想的通行证！
Just as the bell rang for the end of class, the sound of the cannon during the break was heard. Students carried countless dreams on the cushions one by one. As soon as the whistle sounded, everyone quickly curled up their bodies, like waves condensed from tears and sweat, constantly hitting the shore, as if shouting for the arrival of the exam. A ray of sunshine shines through the end of work and through our diving, reflecting golden fragments. It is the armor of our struggle and the passport to our dreams!
这是我的青春——努力奋斗，永不言败，因为潇洒，被自己感动。
This is my youth‐ — Strive hard and never give up, because being carefree and moved by oneself.
疯狂·追赶
Crazy· chase
晚修归来，宿舍楼闹如街市，唯独我们的宿舍犹如偏远的山区，走进去，连根针掉在地上都闹如雷鸣。在青春中成长，在梦想中坚强的我们，犹如一尊尊佛像，坐在床上，拿着书在啃。昏黄的灯光犹如妈妈的丝巾滑过，洒下一片柔情，我们就着这柔和的光，疯狂追赶。
After returning from late repairs, the dormitory building was as noisy as a street market, but our dormitory was like a remote mountainous area. Walking in, even a needle falling to the ground was as noisy as thunder. Growing up in youth and strong in dreams, we are like Buddha statues sitting on the bed, gnawing on books. The dim yellow light was like a mother's scarf sliding over, casting a gentle glow, and we chased after it crazily under this soft light.
这是我的青春，——用默默的汗水成就伟大的理想，因为疯狂，被自己感动。
This is my youth,‐ — Achieve great ideals with silent sweat, moved by oneself because of madness.
流光容易被人抛，红了樱桃，绿了芭蕉。被自己感动，不失为生活的精彩。用心灵品味，用情感润泽，用人格衬托，被自己感动，活出一份精彩。
Flowing light is easy to be thrown away, turning cherries red and bananas green. Being moved by oneself can be a wonderful part of life. Taste with your soul, nourish with emotions, complement with personality, be moved by yourself, and live a wonderful life.