（Edited by Yang Liu, Jiale Liu）

Young is the only thing we have right to weave a dream time.

The night falls quietly, with the coolness and silence of the night. But on the other side of our school, the silence is going to be broken by a group of young people with passionate music and their fiery heart.

Somehow, the electricity is cut off. Without electricity, the school is filled with darkness, in which people can't do chores. When some people are going to sleep, suddenly, a quiet but clear sound arouses. Someone is singing beside the window. Later, with more and more people who are encouraged by the singer also joining him, the sound becomes louder and louder.

Their voices echo through the still nights and pierce through the gloom of darkness. They are not only singing but also telling their own stories of their past experience, the best memory in their heart or just a sense of passion.

The day after this music party, Micro-blog reports this event. It reminds many people of their own university life. The reason why they have such a deep emotion about this event, from my own perspectives, is that everyone has their own dazed and confused youth but the most original pleasure like singing will always light the darkness.

We shall fully experience the young period, and leave no regrets in our youth.