An old man wrote a song for the post-80s generation. The lyrics seem to meet people from all corners of the country. Why not raise a glass and get drunk again?

Young friends come to meet.

(Zhang Mei is the same word)

Young friends, let's meet today, swinging the boat, blowing gently, singing flowers and birds, intoxicating spring scenery, singing and laughing around the clouds. Ah, dear friends, who belongs to the wonderful spring? It belongs to me, to you and to our new generation in the 1980s!

In another twenty years, we will meet again. How beautiful the great motherland will be! The sky is new, the land is new, the spring is brighter, and the cities and villages are shining everywhere. Ah, dear friends, who will work this miracle? Depend on me, on you, on our post-80 s generation!

I hope that by then, we will meet again and raise our glasses to praise the hero. Who does the glory belong to? How much sweat have you shed for the motherland and the four modernizations? Will you feel guilty about answering the past? Ah, dear friends, may we proudly raise our cups, straighten our chests and raise our eyebrows. Glory belongs to the new generation in the 1980s! Glory belongs to the new generation in the 1980s! Glory belongs to the new generation in the 1980s!