Poem on the May 4th Youth Day 1. Poems about May 4th Youth Day.
Juejue juvenile lang
Twilight and morning cream,
Dongyang is turning yellow gradually.
Can't fly high,
The loser is a young man.
Yugezi Renhaihang
Smoke charmed Haiyan,
It's a long way to Tianjin without stopping.
Walking in the rain,
Ren Piaoping,
Laugh gracefully alone in the waves.
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May 4th Youth Day originated from the May 4th Movement 19 19. In order to enable young people to inherit and carry forward the glorious tradition of the May 4th Movement, 1939, the Northwest Youth Salvation Federation in the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia Border Region designated May 4th as China Youth Day. 1949 65438+On February 23rd, the Council of China Municipal People's Government officially designated May 4th as China Youth Day.
The core content of the May 4th spirit is "patriotism, progress, democracy and science". Youth is the simplest song, but it has the highest note in the continuous tone. Inside that note, there is infinite affection and incomparable love for the motherland.
The responsibility of youth "
Nowadays, even though some ancient Youth Day ceremonies are no longer held, their inner spirit is worth inheriting. In ancient times, the rite of passage did not stay in the form, but taught us what responsibility is. Nowadays, young people should shoulder the responsibility to their families, society and country, and become a person with both ability and political integrity.
During the Youth Day, various commemorative activities will be held throughout China. In many places, adult ceremonies will still be held during the Youth Day, and various social volunteer and social practice activities will be concentrated.
2. Poetry related to the May 4th Youth Day
Young people who pay tribute to the May 4th Youth Day and are full of vigor and vitality; Youth, my China. I want to shake off the mud and rotten tiles attached to the great rivers and mountains with shouts; I want to melt the frozen rivers and lakes with my blood. Young China, Pentium China, my China. Is patriotism a crime? But you are facing a traitor's butcher's knife; Does patriotism have merit? But many of you didn't enjoy the sweetness of new China, ah! China's Dragon, China's Great Wall, China's Yellow River, China's youth, my young chinese-1919' s youth has passed, youth will never come, rings will never come, history will never come, but she will always be remembered on the monument of the great achievements of the Chinese nation, shining with endless brilliance. 19190.00000086016 Go, human, go! I face the infinite sky.
Go, young man, go! Herbs are buried in the valley; Go, young man, go! Sorrow was given to the crow at dusk. Go, dream, go! I broke the jade cup of fantasy; Go, dream, go! I smiled and was congratulated by the mountain wind and the waves.
Go, all kinds, go! At present, there is a mountain peak in the sky; Go, everything, go! On May 4th, poetry paid tribute to the May 4th Youth Day, full of vigor and youth, my China. 1I want to shake off the mud and rotten tiles attached to the great rivers and mountains with shouts; I want to melt the frozen rivers and lakes with my blood. Young China, Pentium China, my China. Is patriotism a crime? But you are facing a traitor's butcher's knife; Does patriotism have merit? But many of you didn't enjoy the sweetness of new China, ah! The dragon in China, the Great Wall in China, the Yellow River in China, the youth in China, and my youth in young chinese-1919 have passed, youth will not come back, the rings will not come back, and history will not come back, but she will always be remembered on the monument of the great achievements of the Chinese nation, shining with endless brilliance.
3. Poetry related to the May 4th Youth Day
Pay tribute to the May 4th Youth Day.
Youth,
A dynamic person;
Youth,
My China.
I'm going to shout,
Shake off the sludge and rotten tiles attached to the great rivers and mountains;
I want to use my blood,
Melt the rivers, lakes and seas that will freeze.
Young China,
Managing China,
My China.
Is patriotism a crime?
But you are facing a traitor's butcher's knife;
Does patriotism have merit?
But many of you have not enjoyed the sweetness of the new China.
Ah!
The dragon of China,
The Great Wall of China,
The Yellow River in China,
The youth of China,
My young China. ...
19 19 years of youth has passed.
Youth is gone forever,
The annual rings will never come back,
History will never come back,
But she will always be remembered on the monument of the Chinese nation.
Shine endlessly.
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Modern and contemporary
Author: Xu Zhimo
Works: Go ahead.
Content:
Go, human, go!
I stood alone on the top of the high mountain;
Go, human, go!
I face the infinite sky.
Go, young man, go!
Herbs are buried in the valley;
Go, young man, go!
Sorrow was given to the crow at dusk.
Go, dream, go!
I broke the jade cup of fantasy;
Go, dream, go!
I smiled and was congratulated by the mountain wind and the waves.
Go, all kinds, go!
At present, there is a mountain peak in the sky;
Go, everything, go!
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May 4th Poetry
Pay tribute to the May 4th Youth Day.
Youth,
A dynamic person;
Youth,
My China.
I'm going to shout,
Shake off the sludge and rotten tiles attached to the great rivers and mountains;
I want to use my blood,
Melt the rivers, lakes and seas that will freeze.
Young China,
Managing China,
My China.
Is patriotism a crime?
But you are facing a traitor's butcher's knife;
Does patriotism have merit?
But many of you have not enjoyed the sweetness of the new China.
Ah!
The dragon of China,
The Great Wall of China,
The Yellow River in China,
The youth of China,
My young China. ...
19 19 years of youth has passed.
Youth is gone forever,
The annual rings will never come back,
History will never come back,
But she will always be remembered on the monument of the Chinese nation.
Shine endlessly.
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It's hard to find a short one, so just make do.
4. May 4th Youth Day Poetry
Modern and contemporary
Author: Xu Zhimo
Works: Go ahead.
Content:
Go, human, go!
I stood alone on the top of the high mountain;
Go, human, go!
I face the infinite sky.
Go, young man, go!
Herbs are buried in the valley;
Go, young man, go!
Sorrow was given to the crow at dusk.
Go, dream, go!
I broke the jade cup of fantasy;
Go, dream, go!
I smiled and was congratulated by the mountain wind and the waves.
Go, all kinds, go!
At present, there is a mountain peak in the sky;
Go, everything, go!
There is infinity at present!
Author: He Jingzhi
Work: Go back to Yan 'an (don't jump so hard)
Content:
one
Don't jump so hard in your heart,
Dust, don't block my eyes. ...
I won't let the loess go,
Stick to your heart.
..... I went back to Yan 'an several times in my dreams,
Put your arms around Baota shan.
Thousands of voices are calling for you.
-Yan' an mother is coming!
Du Fuchuan is singing and laughing in the willows.
The red flag flutters and beckons.
White lamb belly towel with red belt,
Relatives came to meet Yanhe.
Full of words, I can't say it,
Throw yourself into the arms of the person you love. ...
two
..... Twenty Li Pu sent Liu Shu Pu to meet him,
Go home after ten years of separation.
Tree tops, branches, roots and roots,
Pro-mountain and pro-water have relatives.
Lamb, lamb, suck, look at mom,
Xiaomi feeds me to grow up.
Keywords Dongshan millet, west valley,
With a red flag on his shoulder and a book in his hand.
Teach me by hand,
Mother sent us across the Yellow River.
The road to revolution is thousands of miles,
I miss you all the time. ...
three
Keywords rice wine, oil, steamed bread, charcoal fire,
Sit around the kang.
The kiln is sealed,
Footsteps are still echoing on my head.
Grandpa breathed through the door:
"I dreamed of a chicken feather letter-I can really see my relatives ..."
Relatives met relatives.
Tears swirled in her eyes.
You worked hard to defend Yan 'an,
There are a few more white hairs.
The secretary of the Communist Youth League was introduced to the club director.
The shepherd boy of that year has now grown into an adult.
Small enough, red enough,
The dolls scrambled for a hand.
A sip of rice wine, a thousand words,
The Yangtze River is choppy.
With the great development of the revolution in the past ten years,
I can't tell you how many days. ...
four
Thousands of legs and thousands of eyes,
Not enough for me to go, not enough for me to see.
The blue sky and the big mirror overhead,
Yan' an city shines in my heart:
The street is wide and flat,
Buildings are covered with rainbows;
The lights are bright and bright,
Rows of green trees welcome the spring breeze ...
Compared with the past, I don't recognize you.
Yan' an mother put on new clothes.
five
Yang Jialing's red flag is flying high,
The climax of revolutionary Wan Li!
Baota shan's footprints,
Chairman Mao boarded Tiananmen Square!
The light of jujube garden shines on people's hearts.
Yanhe rolled and shouted "Forward"!
Red guards ... Communist Youth League ... red scarf,
Let's leave now. Generation after generation of heroes ...
Stride forward on the socialist road,
The splendid Yanhe River is still ahead!
Wings, feet, clouds,
Go back to Yan' an to see mom!
5. Ask for a poem about May 4th Youth Day.
I am quietly waiting for a voice to sing the May 4th song, but not many people remember that moment 83 years ago. Now the spring breeze is good, which brings the growth of grass and the flying of spring breeze, the warmth of green embankment and willow waves, the prosperity of the earth and the blooming of flowers, just for this moment. Our hearts are surging, and our hearts are surging just for this moment, and our thoughts are surging. Passion flies along the corridor of history. The glorious course is ups and downs, spanning a period of time. The colorful wings of youth have been flying in the wind for 87 years. After 87 years of vicissitudes, we have changed our ambitions. We are young and our dreams are always on our shoulders. We are still young-happiness is always in our bags. Because the torch of spirit has broken through the clouds and fog and burned out. Because the banner of that thought is destroyed, it flutters in the wind every year. In this festival, we are charming and have no luster. At this time of the year, we will be full of lofty sentiments, singing and laughing, and glory and dreams will fall on us like bright spring. Who remembers the propaganda and narration of the May 4th Movement? I remember those days when I was full of courage and progress, the souls of young people with boiling blood, and the days when our lives were covered with blood and resistance were far away. Away from the May 4th Movement, no one and not many people think of you, but you don't need anyone to commemorate you. Flowers that bloomed 83 years ago are not expected to be sung by people who have been separated by nearly a hundred years. I know you love your motherland deeply. I know you have shed your blood for democracy and science. I know that your depraved youth is not only for home and country. It is a spirit, unyielding, free, democratic, scientific and patriotic. They fly over the Great Wall, mountains and rivers, and they travel through history, memory and time. I believe some people will remember, and some people don't want to be silent. There are always some souls behind the bustling and noisy city life who will not degenerate behind those earrings and long hair. There are always some sober voices singing softly. Come on, let's sing about this beautiful spring, the prosperous motherland, our youth and the blood in our veins. Let's sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, the spirit of freedom, the independent soul is near, the May 4th Movement will be remembered by us, let us take the torch with temperature in 1983 and dedicate our youth and blood to our beloved motherland.
6. A poem about the May 4th Youth Day is relatively short.
In the morning, we are a group of white doves whistling, giving out a large area of sunshine and love. At night, we are a group of passionate notes, stirring up colorful neon and popular colors. We are masters of XX and outstanding members of XX family. Facing the choppy market economy, we ride the east wind of reform and opening up, control the stormy waves with strength and self-confidence, and create a beautiful voyage with diligence and wisdom. We are ambassadors of civilization and patriotism. Law is the criterion of our behavior, and politeness and honesty are the criteria of our work. On the journey of building a harmonious and elegant society, we are selfless in our posts and sublimate the value of life. We are the strong voice of the times. We are not content with mediocrity and silence. The outside world is magical and wonderful. Let's open the door of the dusty mind, let the free wind and colorful clouds stretch freely, and let the freshness and beauty of youth bloom freely. We are wise men in life. We are fascinated by history. We are lost. After the vicissitudes of time and the washing of wind and rain, today we are full of lofty sentiments, with Kuafu's courage to pursue the sun, catching up with modern civilization and showing the eyes that amaze the world. We are the pride of society, and we like to weave colorful dreams, so that our lives are covered with gorgeous rosy clouds. We drive away the shadows with enthusiasm. We create the future with our hands, bathe in the sunshine and rain of the new century, and gallop on the road of building a well-off society in an all-round way. The annual output of lead we sow. The ideal of 300,000 tons of zinc is looking forward to the realization of the goal of strengthening and expanding the enterprise. A beautiful blueprint has been drawn and the horn has sounded. On the journey of modernization, let us beat the drum of "innovation and efficiency", hold high the banner of "horn, hand and post" and stride towards the glory of the new century.
7. Are there any poems about May 4th Youth Day?
I am quietly waiting for a voice to sing the May 4th song, but not many people remember that moment 83 years ago. Now the spring breeze is good, which brings the growth of grass and the flying of spring breeze, the warmth of green embankment and willow waves, the prosperity of the earth and the blooming of flowers, just for this moment. Our hearts are surging, and our hearts are surging just for this moment, and our thoughts are surging. Passion flies along the corridor of history. The glorious course is ups and downs, spanning a period of time. The colorful wings of youth have been flying in the wind for 87 years. After 87 years of vicissitudes, we have changed our ambitions. We are young and our dreams are always on our shoulders. We are still young-happiness is always in our bags. Because the torch of spirit has broken through the clouds and fog and burned out. Because the banner of that thought is destroyed, it flutters in the wind every year. In this festival, we are charming and have no luster. At this time of the year, we will be full of lofty sentiments, singing and laughing, and glory and dreams will fall on us like bright spring. Who remembers the propaganda and narration of the May 4th Movement? I remember those days when I was full of courage and progress, the souls of young people with boiling blood, and the days when our lives were covered with blood and resistance were far away. Away from the May 4th Movement, no one and not many people think of you, but you don't need anyone to commemorate you. Flowers that bloomed 83 years ago are not expected to be sung by people who have been separated by nearly a hundred years. I know you love your motherland deeply. I know you have shed your blood for democracy and science. I know that your depraved youth is not only for home and country. It is a spirit, unyielding, free, democratic, scientific and patriotic. They fly over the Great Wall, mountains and rivers, and they travel through history, memory and time. I believe some people will remember, and some people don't want to be silent. There are always some souls behind the bustling and noisy city life who will not degenerate behind those earrings and long hair. There are always some sober voices singing softly. Come on, let's sing about this beautiful spring, the prosperous motherland, our youth and the blood in our veins. Let's sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, the spirit of freedom, the independent soul is near, the May 4th Movement will be remembered by us, let us take the torch with temperature in 1983 and dedicate our youth and blood to our beloved motherland.
8. What are the poems of the May 4th Movement?
Persisting in and continuing the May 4th Movement has carried the prosperity of countless dragons.
In the search for traces of that era, we were fortunate to find its indifferent figure. History is the past tense, and the information marked 92 years ago has been blurred.
However, our China people's affection for it lasts forever, and our belief and persistence in "patriotism". Let's stick to a tacit understanding that we have never promised, the flame of 1999.
Ignite a raging fire on this land of China, burn up, and finally can't bear the inner anger. Show this group of "ignorant children" the spirit of surprising the world.
We are sons and daughters of the Chinese nation and descendants of the dragon. We want to declare to the world: China is a young mountain and river, China is a huge wave, and China is an overwhelming force! We are fighting in the long river of history, whether it is strong wind or heavy rain, whether it is sorrow or vicissitudes.
I can't swallow our glory, my mother. I know your pain and gloom. I heard your roar and saw your scar.
The fire of the May 4th Movement is burning. That is, patriotism and actions to defend the country.
The rings are gone forever, and history is gone forever. We lost our way and were washed away by vicissitudes and wind and rain. Today, we stand here again. Create our own future with our hands! A beautiful blueprint has been drawn, and the horn of progress has sounded.
Please let us use the tenacity of life to bear the "May 4th Spirit" that never grows old! What kind of long night should style and attribute (topic) be? We asked some questions about the yellowed vertical traditional Chinese characters. What kind of lightning and flames are they in the long night? Our grandfather when we were young.
How many sparks have we inherited from the embers of blood? The dust of 90 years has been swept away, just as in their time, just as in the spring of that year, we rolled up our sleeves, felt our pulse for ourselves, and listened with our ears close to the pulse-how many May 4th tides are still surging in our veins? The butt of the police gun is very hard, which makes people feel nervous; The bayonet is flashing, and the thin student is pitiful. However, countries that have been dull for many years are even more pathetic, and people who have been sleeping for a long time are even more pitiful.
Peace, reparations, cession and concession are equal to failure and victory. How can there be such a truth in the world? A government that signs a "happy agreement" on a humiliating treaty is just a fish.
Don't go on like this, the country is not a country anymore! It is destined to be an unusual journey from the Red Mansion to Tiananmen Square. Every footprint on the road is engraved with the endless pride of young people.
Footsteps, like spring thunder, tell the world-China youth, wake up! Give me back Qingdao! Peking University law student Xie bit his middle finger and hung it in front of the square. Gorgeous blood is like the sun, full of fortitude, shining on the dark abyss.
Students with tears are willing to suffer, cry and bleed for their country. They packed their clothes and went to prison. They prepared suicide notes for other families.
At the historical juncture, they stood on the immature shoulders and shouldered the national justice that meat eaters did not want to seek. The May 4th Movement is a symphony and a song of justice.
A vigorous and patriotic symphony, a song of justice. Grandfathers didn't even leave us a photo or a silver dollar. What they left us was a blue shirt about youth and ideals. For us, this is a great wealth.