The poem 1 May 4th Youth Day will never go out.
94 years have passed.
The torch of victory in the May 4th Movement.
Still shining in my heart
That light once awakened China, who had been sleeping for a hundred years.
Make the river run faster.
Like an angry dragon soaring into the sky.
A thunderbolt was earth-shattering
The cry of warm-blooded youth
"Give me back Qingdao and refuse to sign a peace treaty."
If a volcano erupts, it is unstoppable.
Let the world re-examine the Chinese nation
A democratic and scientific new China.
A new China that will no longer be slaughtered.
A unified new China.
Bright red blood
Become the rosy clouds in the sky today.
Turned into a petrel fighting in the wind and waves
We in China are developing scientifically in the process of reform.
The ever-changing changes have attracted the attention of the whole world.
We are proud to be from China.
We believe that the May 4th fire will never stop.
I am crazy about youth.
Embrace the sun with open arms,
Dreams are lit here.
Passion is a pair of invisible wings,
We fly freely in the wind.
A warm heart builds a solid wall,
Nothing can stop us.
Even though there is pain, we are still stubborn.
The target is not far ahead.
Beautiful, young,
Our songs will make the whole world sing.
Each stage is its own home,
We are young and have arrogant capital.
Our desires light up the world,
Wherever we go, there is sunshine.
Life never lacks imagination,
Expecting eyes meet the hope of tomorrow.
I am young, and I am crazy about youth.
I waited quietly for the May 4th Youth Day.
Wait for a sound
Sing the songs of the May 4th Movement.
However, not many people will remember that moment 83 years ago.
at present
Spring breeze brings the growth of grass and the flight of warblers, and the waves of green banks and willows.
Spring breeze is warm, which brings 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, our thoughts are surging and our passion is flying.
Along the corridor of history
The glorious course is full of ups and downs.
Span a year
The colorful wings of youth soar in the wind
87 years of hard work and vicissitudes.
In 1987, the stars changed, but our ambition remained unchanged.
We're young-
Dreams are always on your shoulders.
We're young-
Happiness is always in the bag.
Because the torch of that spirit broke through the clouds and burned the boundless expanse.
Because the banner of thought is devastating, flying in the wind.
This festival every year.
We have charm, but no honor.
This time of year.
We sang with great momentum and great pride.
Singing and laughing
Glory and dream
Like a bright spring.
Sprinkle it on us
The Propaganda and Narration of the May 4th Movement
Does anyone remember?
I remember those days full of courage and progress.
The soul of enthusiastic youth.
The days we live are covered with blood and resistance.
Far away, far away.
May Fourth Movement
No one, not many people think of you, but
Don't need anyone to commemorate.
You opened the flowers 83 years ago.
Don't expect to be sung by people who are nearly a century apart.
I know you love your motherland deeply.
I know you have shed blood for democracy and science.
I know your depraved youth
Not just for home and country.
That's a spirit.
Unyielding, free, democratic, scientific and patriotic.
They flew over the Great Wall, mountains and rivers.
They travel through history, memory and time.
I believe
Someone will remember.
There are always people who don't want to be silent.
Behind the hustle and bustle of city life
There are always some souls that will not fall.
Behind those earrings and long hair
There are always some sober voices.
Sing softly
Come on, let's sing.
Sing this beautiful spring
Sing about the prosperous motherland.
Singing about our youth and
Blood rushing in the blood vessels.
Come on, let's sing.
Songbirds sing freely.
Sing this light like a fire
Singing the spirit of freedom, an independent soul.
Close, close.
May 4th Movement will be engraved by us.
Take the torchbearer in' 83 for example.
Put youth and blood
Dedicated to our beloved motherland.
Poem about May 4th Youth Day 4 We are a group in the early morning.
Blow the whistle and open a big movie.
Pigeons of sunshine and love
We are a group at night.
Full of passion, inspiring far and near.
Colorful neon and pop music
We are the masters of xx.
We are excellent members of the xx family.
Facing the turbulent market economy
We are riding the east wind of reform and opening up.
Harness the stormy waves with strength and self-confidence
Create a beautiful voyage with diligence and wisdom.
We are the messengers of civilization.
Patriotism and law-abiding are our code of conduct.
Politeness and honesty are our principles.
On the journey of building a harmonious Shaoye
We are quick and selfless.
Let the value of life sublimate in the post
We are the strong voice of the times.
We are not satisfied with mediocrity and silence.
The outside world is amazing and wonderful.
To open the door of the long-forgotten heart.
Let the free wind and colorful clouds stretch at will.
Let the freshness and brightness of youth bloom freely.
We are wise men in life.
We lost our way in history.
Suffer the change of time
Washed by wind and rain
Today we are full of lofty sentiments.
With Kuafu's courage to chase the sun.
Catch up with modern civilization
Show the eyes that surprise the world
We are the pride of society.
We like weaving colorful dreams.
Let life be covered with gorgeous rosy clouds
We drove the vulva away with enthusiasm.
We create the future with our hands.
Bathed in the sunshine and rain of the new century
Mercedes-Benz is on the road to building a well-off society in an all-round way.
We sow the ideal of 300,000 tons of lead and zinc every year.
Looking forward to the realization of the goal of strengthening and expanding the enterprise.
A beautiful blueprint has been drawn.
The horn of progress has sounded.
On the journey of modernization
Let's beat the drum of "innovation and efficiency"
Hold high the banner of "horn, hand and post"
stride along with one's chin up
Towards the glory of the new century
Poem 5 of May 4th Youth Day: The spring breeze is good. I take the grass to grow, the warbler to fly, and the waves to the willow on the green shore.
The spring breeze is warm, and I bring 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, our thoughts are surging and our passion is flying.
Along the corridor of history
The glorious course is full of ups and downs.
Span a year
The colorful wings of youth soar in the wind
89 years of hard work and vicissitudes.
In 1989, the stars have changed, and our aspirations will not change.
We are young—
Dreams are always on your shoulders.
We are young—
Happiness is always in the bag.
Because the torch of that spirit broke through the clouds and burned the boundless expanse.
Because the banner of thought is devastating, flying in the wind.
This festival every year.
Poem 6 on 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.
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.
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.
I promised to give the spring breeze to the river bank.
I gave my summer lotus to Koike.
I promised autumn to the fallen leaves.
I promise to bring winter sunshine to the snow-covered land.
Poetic and picturesque.
Spring and autumn connect winter and summer.
I leaned against the misty rain building.
Waiting for the four seasons to rotate.
Spread your thoughts quietly.
Render a landscape
I am singing melancholy music in Yueyang Tower.
I remember the red leaves in the Love Evening Pavilion.
I carved the rain flower stone of love in Qixia Ancient Temple.
I am looking for Mo Chounv who washes wool at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.
Happiness is associated with anger.
Happiness is followed by sadness.
I'm going to climb the Xiangjiang River.
The horn blew a thousand waves.
"Why do you want to bury the bones in mulberry fields?
There is no green hill in life. "
Camel bell of youth
Yellow sand swaying into a fire dance.
Shy luna
Bury your face behind the blue cornflower.
A hazy dream, a passing sound.
But the thorn of the rose
Hidden seven degrees of ashes.
A frivolous dream was crushed into a trace of time.
Sad thoughts dyed Manzhu Shahua red.
The heart of youth condenses the historical gap.
Anxious
But gradually, gradually.
Youth jumped up to the passionate cha-cha.
Until until
Jialing Pingjia plays Sanskrit.
I stand on the stage of the new China dream.
Looking forward to another
Phoenix bathes in fire, and nirvana is reborn.
The eighth poem of May 4th Youth Day is a leap.
Let the youth in China know.
How much land is left?
How much dignity can you give up?
Reality and history are intertwined.
Break the absurd disguise of a big country
Although we have the myth of mending the sky.
The monument of water control has been passed down to this day.
Life and death have become a puzzling mystery.
A burst of gunfire
After breaking through the Millennium dream and waking up,
I have never seen the craftsmanship of my ancestors.
Because foreign gunfire fills our eyes.
Can't see the dignity of the dragon
Life experience is like rain beating duckweed.
Sinking always comes and goes.
Leave a scar.
The roar of the May 4th Movement
Since then, the dragon's ambition has been aroused.
Don't want to live like a slave
I don't want the title of patient.
Baiyun Cang dog has changed a lot.
Our sadness turned into a halo of the morning sun.
The glorious years have changed.
In a group of quiet pigeons, we sang loudly
Freedom and survival
Great and solemn power
No matter how history changes
No matter how life changes
The descendants of each Xuanyuan
You will obviously feel it.
breathe
The excitement of the soul
Poem 9 on May 4th Youth Day Youth is like water.
Leave us the footsteps of forging ahead;
Youth is like smoke
Leave us with good memories;
Youth is picturesque
Record our touching smile;
Youth is like a song.
Sing our fluctuating heartstrings;
Youth is like light.
Mapping our infinite charm;
Youth is like the wind
Urging us to fly freely;
Youth thoughts
Bring out our lingering feelings;
Vows of youth
Write about our progress without regrets;
Passion of youth
Let us fly freely;
The footsteps of youth
Reflect our ideals and struggles.
Let's use youth
Write a music of life!