The east wind blows and the drums beat. Who is afraid of who in the sports field! Listen, the wind cheers for you; Look, the clouds are entertaining you. Strength and belief, struggle and struggle, are gradually becoming clear at the distant finish line!

Youth is a beautiful song. Youth is a poem with endless aftertaste. Bursts of powerful footsteps, sonorous and powerful shouts, shed bits and pieces of our youth on the sports ground.

There is a good song: no one can succeed casually without experiencing wind and rain and seeing the rainbow. Go ahead, go ahead!