Youth is an immortal battle song.

Yesterday afternoon I went to Dongyue to attend the first congress of the Youth League members and student representatives of the first branch, and I was deeply moved.

This is my second time attending such a meeting. The first time was in my first year of high school, when the school organized elections for the student council, and I was fortunate enough to be a student representative. I remember being extremely nervous standing on the stage, and my self-introduction was very awkward; ultimately, I was not elected. This experience remains vivid in my memory; it gave me a lot of valuable lessons and helped me make significant progress since then.
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This was the first Student Union Congress since the establishment of the First Branch College, and I attended as the former president of the Student Union and read the Student Union's summary report. After two years in the Student Union, suddenly leaving feels very strange. Although I still have many things to do even without being a student leader, I still feel something is missing. What did I gain, and what did I lose in those two years?

Student union work is a responsibility and a commitment. I certainly grew a lot during my two years in the student union; these experiences are a valuable asset. However, in the busyness, I gradually lost my direction. Two years of hard work failed me to summarize and correct my course, and now, as a junior, I find myself lost. Besides preparing for the GRE and TOEFL and working on some small projects, is there anything else I should be doing?

Over the past two years, the good habits I cultivated in high school have almost completely disappeared, and laziness has taken hold. When doing things, I always think of "later" or "next time," and those excellent qualities like perseverance have vanished. Do I want to continue wasting my youth like this?

A couple of days ago, I ran into the deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee from the Second Branch. I saw her asleep in her car. It made me reflect on why I can't sleep well despite wanting to rest, and why I feel uneasy despite doing so much. My youth is slipping away; youth waits for no one. I should make something of myself.

Youth is an immortal battle song; we must strive for excellence with all our might. When we are truly tired on the road of struggle, we can rest and recuperate, continuing our journey once we are refreshed. Hard work and struggle are the main themes of this age; if we waste this time, when will we ever make up for it?