"The Sunshine of Humanism"

On an early summer afternoon, the sun poured its golden light onto my shoulders.

Through whose hair, I met the gaze of youth.

With such beautiful blue eyes, the sunlight is so sparkling.

The lecture hall shines brightly, and so do our dreams.

Beside the wall, the sunlight casts a wistful shadow.

Is anyone hiding the poems they just wrote?

As if wanting to put away the words of farewell

Goodbye to dreams, then plunge into life….

The sun-drenched corner of the schoolyard still playfully dances.

I suddenly dropped the unspoken love letter.

A little bit of first love, shy and hesitant to express.

Just standing there, gazing with one-sided eyes.

April arrives, bringing sunshine and love.

Thanks to bringing back the lingering memories of youth.

The road of youth branches into many paths.

No matter which path you take, the "Humanistic" spirit will still shine through…