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From the lofty and steep plateau,
I am the snow lotus on the iceberg;
Coming from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves,
I am a milk swallow in the sea breeze;
From the vast grassland,
I am a young eagle soaring under the blue sky;
Coming from the loess slope with seven ditches and eight beams,
I am Shandandan, who is fresh and tender by the Yellow River.
Ah! The hope of land growth in China,
We are China teenagers!
The winding Yellow River has taught me perseverance,
The vast Kunlun Mountain taught me to stand tall,
What taught me to be pure was the snowflakes in the north,
What warms me is the red cotton in southern Xinjiang.
The hometown of dragons, the cradle of the nation,
Beautiful mountains and rivers, our home.
Into a strong and majestic square figure,
Feel the heroism of Water Margin and Three Kingdoms;
In the picturesque poems of Tang and Song Dynasties,
Appreciate the bells of Fengqiao and the lonely smoke in the desert;
In grandma's song, babbling,
The story of Nuwa and Dayu lingers in my ears;
Toddling in grandpa's arms,
The footprints of Dong Zi and Lei Feng lead me forward;
People in China, people in China,
Black eyes and white skin, looks the same.
At the end of May, the heart chased the soul of poetry with the dragon boat.
Mid-Autumn Festival in August, when the moon is full, I miss you.
At the Aobao meeting, archery and wrestling showed the tenacity of small herders;
Holding Hada in my hand, singing and dancing, I send my blessing to my friends.
The beauty of the East nourishes the offspring of the dragon,
Five thousand years of culture is rooted in our hearts.
We remember the advantages and disadvantages of Chinese mothers.
Not to mention what she has suffered.
The yellow river tracker can't pull the question mark-like body straight,
The ancient bricks of the Great Wall can't stop the shrapnel of foreign guns.
Ah! It's a spark in July, a boat in South Lake,
Let the oriental lion rise from the nightmare.
The blood of pioneers revived the frozen soil for thousands of years,
China only smiles at young people.
The Story of Spring resounded throughout the country.
China! Opened a brand-new picture.
Today, history and future will be welded by us.
The baton of the times depends on us,
Standing at the new starting line, loudly answer:
Teenagers should write more wonderful China poems!
I don't expect sunshine everywhere under my feet,
Don't fantasize about a sunny day overhead.
Not obsessed with the honey pot hotbed given by my father and brother,
Don't forget "The Most Dangerous Time"!
Become the flagship,
Making rockets to propel spaceships,
Cut off poverty like a sword,
Connect the world with love.
Listen, Lusheng and suona play together.
Look, the swallow and fly with me the eagle.
Fifty-six flowers are in full bloom,
Decorate the Wan Li Garden.
Let the ancestors' souls marvel proudly:
Ah! This is my China!
This is China boy!