Looking up to achieve dreams
Looking up at the sky, the stars hang in the sky,
Looking through the clouds, the road is connected.
Turning one's heart into the wings of a swan,
Dare to ride on the long windward side.
Dream like Qingxiao climbing laurel,
I want to ask Chizi to paint the Chinese New Year.
Looking through the clouds, the road is connected.
Turning one's heart into the wings of a swan,
Dare to ride on the long windward side.
Dream like Qingxiao climbing laurel,
I want to ask Chizi to paint the Chinese New Year.
Echoes of Youth
We are young and energetic, sweating in the new quality productivity, our fingertips colliding with the keyboard to create a galaxy of code, and our gaze shuttles through the world of metal additive manufacturing. The night light in the research laboratory is always on, not due to the helplessness of being trapped in the task, but due to the obsession with breaking through technological barriers; Innovative solutions continue to emerge on the production line, and those whimsical inspirations grow like spring shoots breaking through the soil of technology and manufacturing.
We are persistent and passionate, standing at the forefront of the entrepreneurial wave. The cubicles of office buildings cannot contain boundless creativity, and the coffee shop booths give birth to the embryonic forms that change the world. In the face of funding shortages and market fluctuations, we do not complain or back down. We knock on the door of opportunity with a business plan polished by staying up late, and open up blue oceans in the red ocean market with the courage of a newborn calf. Failure is just the prologue to starting anew, and every setback makes our wings more resilient.
We dare not accept defeat, dare to compete with time, dare to ask for answers from the unknown. On the track of youth, we are both dream chasers and dream makers. The sweat shed, the passion burned, the stubbornness of not giving up, and the courage to compete will eventually compose a song of youth that shakes the times and echoes in the long river of time.
