Author: spring planting and autumn harvest
In the highest mountain range,
The winding mountain road has affected many of my dreams.
Looking at the scattered villages all over the mountains,
The distance between ideal and reality is infinitely elongated in time and space.
Under the flickering kerosene lamp,
Reflect my childish face.
As a young man, I still don't know what the hardships of life are.
Do not understand the complexity and diversity of society and things.
The cold wind in the mountains of northern Sichuan,
Blowing through my cabin in the mountains.
Blow up the yellow leaves scattered in the forest,
It also blew out the pursuit and yearning in my heart.
Why does the road of life always get longer and longer?
The vacant mood is so hesitant and hesitant.
In the face of all kinds of confusion,
I have a hoe on my thin shoulder.
Chew sweet potatoes and vegetables three times a day,
Every meal is several bowls of crystal clear corn porridge soup.
No matter how hard the days are, we must tighten our belts, and no matter how hard it is, we must live.
And the hungry spring drought in March.
Farming and weeding every day,
Kill time in hard work.
Sunrise and sunset accompany me through the winding mountain road to work,
The moon is full, so follow me to climb the mountain ridge where I call it a day.
2. Intellectual youth
Author: ordinary people
Going to the countryside is a hero, and it is not easy to go to the countryside.
Walk out of the school gate and into the field, shoulder to shoulder.
In the morning, I listen to crows and carry hoes, and at night I fall asleep with frogs.
Reviewing the educated youth road in those days has a deep historical memory.
3. Educated youth years
Author: western eagle
Ji Qing Ran Shao De Sui Yue
We have our youth and dreams.
Leave home, away from your loved ones.
There is loss, hesitation, tears and pain.
There are even dark clouds over the city, and the sky is falling.
There is growth, thinking, harvest and pride.
We used to work with the farmers who gave birth to the China Revolution.
Help each other in the same boat
We used to be farmers and ordinary workers.
Black land tells us the hardships of life and entrepreneurship.
Simple people are like our relatives.
Care about us like parents.
People say let bygones be bygones.
But the best time of our lives
Belonging to the years of educated youth burning with passion
Belong to the haunted black land
4. Educated youth life
Author: Yunbing
At some point, the train went west and east.
The fire in the field scorched the turf.
Educated youth carry hoes into the mountains and dig heroic slogans at the top.
Another moment, the song floated over.
The taste of Qinhuai River, the meditation of Qinhuai River.
The deep blue washed by Qinhuai River is a romantic and confused shadow.
Every moment, we are in a vast world.
The calf rolled in the cold water, and the magpie was homesick.
Eagles patrol the sky, ants eat and move, and the wind comes back.
Stay, scholar's broken umbrella
Drifting and leaking, raindrops beating notes
Penetrating clothes and crawling in soft places.
For example, the scholar was in Qinhuai River that day.
The morning dew stays on the mast
5. "We are educated youth"
Author: Cai
Boiling blood, follow the hot call
Flowing to the north and south of the river, rushing to the vast world.
Beautiful vision, warm in my heart, rushing.
Every virgin land is watered with painstaking efforts.
The flame of youth is burning everywhere.
There is a vigorous heart beating everywhere.
The sun, moon and stars are all on their shoulders, and they step into the soil in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Although, I used to suffer in confusion.
Although, I was silent in hesitation.
Difficulties and hardships have tempered our bones and muscles.
The twists and turns have sharpened our will.
The river dug by the educated youth is full of mother's blood.
The Great Wall built by educated youth has become the cornerstone of national stability.
Wrinkles climb to the forehead, and white hair is engraved with the brand of years.
The declining heart is still full of blood.
A generation that has been soaked in bitter water is very motivated.
No matter how difficult it is, no matter how difficult it is.
Do not forget your initiative mind, go ahead.
2. Poems commemorating the educated youth going to the countryside "Historical Review of the Educated Youth Going to the Countryside" Author: Bin Xu
Hi! Young man, don't just call me "grandpa".
I also have a name called "educated youth".
When I was your age,
We will leave school and say goodbye to our hometown.
Go to the countryside, go to the Corps, reclaim the desert and defend the frontier!
"Go to the hardest place in the motherland!"
However, once reality and ideal collide with each other,
We just found out that the road under our feet is so long.
The sky is gray and wild, and the fields are busy in the sun and rain;
In the rice fields, on the slopes, sweaty clothes;
Wowotou, corncob, hungry before sunset;
The oil lamp is dark and the kang is cold. How many times have I called my parents in my dream?
In the years of educated youth, some people woke up and some people were confused.
Some people are lost, some people escape, and some people are strong.
More people wait year after year in despair,
Waiting for bloom, waiting for hope!
This is our youth in those days.
Hi! Girl, don't just call me "grandma",
I, another name is "educated youth".
When you were about your age,
We planted seedlings and sorghum in the field.
Cut wheat, pick fruits and harvest crops!
Face, tanned; Hand, cut;
Tired and hungry, why doesn't the sun go down?
Xiao Wang is thin, Xiao Li is ill, Xiao Zhang is crying, and I miss my mother!
The night is always so long,
What about the roses in the city?
What strange clothes are popular in the street?
"He" at the same table,
Now, where are you drifting?
Yan Nanfei, when can you take me back to my hometown?
At dawn, I woke up from my dream and tears kept dripping on my face.
Which is our real girlhood,
Too many memories are fixed in the way they were.
I also have a name called "educated youth".
After ten years of tempering and longing,
I finally returned to the classroom.
Say goodbye to comrades-in-arms and villagers,
I embrace the ocean of knowledge with new hope.
On campus, in class, under the light, reading is busy.
I have a responsibility to change my destiny,
Try to make up for lost time!
Rough experience is our motivation to learn.
Seeking truth is our unchanging ideal.
We cherish this hard-won learning opportunity very much.
As we know, this is because,
Our luck comes from the dream of millions of educated youth!
Hey! Friend, don't ask me "What's your name?"
Like you,
There is a * * * named "educated youth".
Whether you go to the end of the world or the end of the earth,
Whether your experience is glory or sadness,
As long as you name it,
Our hearts will be close at once;
As long as you tell your story,
Our pulses will be parallel in the same track!
Although, we are no longer young,
White hair, has quietly climbed up our bun,
But our hearts are still so hot,
Our emotions are still full of passion,
That's because there are too many identical sediments.
Flowing in our immortal blood! ! !
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Please remember that our names are the same.
The word "educated youth",
Forever-engraved in your heart and mine!
The above is for reference.
3. Poems of educated youth who went to the countryside in those days! Young man, don't just call me "grandpa".
I also have a name called "educated youth".
When I was your age,
We will leave school and say goodbye to our hometown.
Go to the countryside, go to the Corps, reclaim the desert and defend the frontier!
"Go to the hardest place in the motherland!"
However, once reality and ideal collide with each other,
We just found out that the road under our feet is so long.
The sky is gray and wild, and the fields are busy in the sun and rain;
In the rice fields, on the slopes, sweaty clothes;
Wowotou, corncob, hungry before sunset;
The oil lamp is dark and the kang is cold. How many times have I called my parents in my dream?
In the years of educated youth, some people woke up and some people were confused.
Some people are lost, some people escape, and some people are strong.
More people, waiting year after year in helplessness,
Waiting for bloom, waiting for hope!
This is our youth in those days.
Hi! Girl, don't just call me "grandma",
I, another name is "educated youth".
When you were about your age,
We planted seedlings and sorghum in the field.
Cut wheat, pick fruits and harvest crops!
Face, tanned; Hand, cut;
Tired and hungry, why doesn't the sun go down?
Xiao Wang is thin, Xiao Li is ill, Xiao Zhang is crying, and I miss my mother!
The night is always so long,
What about the roses in the city?
What strange clothes are popular in the street?
"He" at the same table,
Now, where are you drifting?
Yan Nanfei, when can you take me back to my hometown?
At dawn, I woke up from my dream and tears kept dripping on my face.
Which is our real girlhood,
Too many memories are fixed in the way they were.
I also have a name called "educated youth".
After ten years of tempering and longing,
I finally returned to the classroom.
Say goodbye to comrades-in-arms and villagers,
I embrace the ocean of knowledge with new hope.
On campus, in class, under the light, reading is busy.
I have a responsibility to change my destiny,
Try to make up for lost time!
Rough experience is our motivation to learn.
Seeking truth is our unchanging ideal.
We cherish this hard-won learning opportunity very much.
As we know, this is because,
Our luck comes from the dream of millions of educated youth!
Hey! Friend, don't ask me "What's your name?"
Like you,
There is a * * * named "educated youth".
Whether you go to the end of the world or the end of the earth,
Whether your experience is glory or sadness,
As long as you name it,
Our hearts will be close at once;
As long as you tell your story,
Our pulses will be parallel in the same track!
Although, we are no longer young,
White hair, has quietly climbed up our bun,
But our hearts are still so hot,
Our emotions are still full of passion,
That's because there are too many identical sediments.
Flowing in our immortal blood! ! !
Ah, my friend, my dear educated youth friend,
No matter where you are,
Or you drift to a distant foreign country,
Please accept my blessing to you,
Say to you: take care!
Cherish your family,
Cherish your health,
Cherish everything in front of you,
Cherish you and my future time!
Keep the memory of unforgettable years,
Think about the past of blood and youth.
Please remember that our names are the same.
The word "educated youth",
Forever-engraved in your heart and mine!
4. The poem "That Day" about the educated youth
To19/969
That day,
I just passed 15 and a half years old.
On leaving,
Put the bright red badge of chairman Mao,
Hanging solemnly on the chest.
High-spirited legion soldiers,
Go to the forefront of anti-repair.
That day,
Afraid that mom will be sad,
I didn't ask her to take me to the station.
Her smile is still beautiful and calm,
Perseverance and strength flooded into my heart.
That day,
My father can't send me either,
He was criticized in his own village.
But his words echoed in my heart:
"Remember, you are the son of party member.
Young members of the revolutionary ranks. "
That day,
Only my little sister is the happiest,
Chase the drum team around the playground.
Maybe she was thinking:
Learn a beautiful dance,
Show it to my brother at night
That day,
The clouds are high, the wind is cool and the sky is blue.
The bus slowly pulled into the special train platform.
Red flag hunting, gongs and drums.
The window is full of waving arms,
The farewell words were said over and over again.
When the time comes, the whistle sounds and the wheels turn slowly.
Suddenly, crying loudly,
Move the earth and shake the sky!
This is the voice of thousands of people.
Don't!
This is the voice of hundreds of millions of people.
Let the mountains and rivers move,
Dim the sun and moon.
……
That day,
I didn't cry.
I still don't know why,
I don't think so.
Men don't flick when they have tears
That day,
The night is long.
Outside the window,
Paddling the vast northeast Yuan Ye;
In the carriage,
A group of teenagers are sleeping soundly.
Tears,
Still hanging on the girl's apple-like face;
In the boy's dream,
Looking forward to a fierce battle with enemy tanks.
Nobody knows,
Their youth will be scattered in the desert wasteland;
Nobody knows,
Their lives are destined to be accompanied by ups and downs.
They are.
An unprecedented generation of "educated youth";
They will write.
A magnificent and sad historical picture.
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That day,
Is the starting point of my life;
That day,
Engraved in my heart forever.
5. Poems of rural educated youth! Young man, don't just call me "grandpa".
I also have a name called "educated youth".
When I was your age,
We will leave school and say goodbye to our hometown.
Go to the countryside, go to the Corps, reclaim the desert and defend the frontier!
"Go to the hardest place in the motherland!"
However, once reality and ideal collide with each other,
We just found out that the road under our feet is so long.
The sky is gray and wild, and the fields are busy in the sun and rain;
In the rice fields, on the slopes, sweaty clothes;
Wowotou, corncob, hungry before sunset;
The oil lamp is dark and the kang is cold. How many times have I called my parents in my dream?
In the years of educated youth, some people woke up and some people were confused.
Some people are lost, some people escape, and some people are strong.
More people, waiting year after year in helplessness,
Waiting for bloom, waiting for hope!
This is our youth in those days.
Hi! Girl, don't just call me "grandma",
I, another name is "educated youth".
When you were about your age,
We planted seedlings and sorghum in the field.
Cut wheat, pick fruits and harvest crops!
Face, tanned; Hand, cut;
Tired and hungry, why doesn't the sun go down?
Xiao Wang is thin, Xiao Li is ill, Xiao Zhang is crying, and I miss my mother!
The night is always so long,
What about the roses in the city?
What strange clothes are popular in the street?
"He" at the same table,
Now, where are you drifting?
Yan Nanfei, when can you take me back to my hometown?
At dawn, I woke up from my dream and tears kept dripping on my face.
Which is our real girlhood,
Too many memories are fixed in the way they were.
I also have a name called "educated youth".
After ten years of tempering and longing,
I finally returned to the classroom.
Say goodbye to comrades-in-arms and villagers,
I embrace the ocean of knowledge with new hope.
On campus, in class, under the light, reading is busy.
I have a responsibility to change my destiny,
Try to make up for lost time!
Rough experience is our motivation to learn.
Seeking truth is our unchanging ideal.
We cherish this hard-won learning opportunity very much.
As we know, this is because,
Our luck comes from the dream of millions of educated youth!
Hey! Friend, don't ask me "What's your name?"
Like you,
There is a * * * named "educated youth".
Whether you go to the end of the world or the end of the earth,
Whether your experience is glory or sadness,
As long as you name it,
Our hearts will be close at once;
As long as you tell your story,
Our pulses will be parallel in the same track!
Although, we are no longer young,
White hair, has quietly climbed up our bun,
But our hearts are still so hot,
Our emotions are still full of passion,
That's because there are too many identical sediments.
Flowing in our immortal blood! ! !
Ah, my friend, my dear educated youth friend,
No matter where you are,
Or you drift to a distant foreign country,
Please accept my blessing to you,
Say to you: take care!
Cherish your family,
Cherish your health,
Cherish everything in front of you,
Cherish you and my future time!
Keep the memory of unforgettable years,
Think about the past of blood and youth.
Please remember that our names are the same.
The word "educated youth",
Forever-engraved in your heart and mine!
6. Sentences praising educated youth 1. Whenever I hear the song "Shan Ying Hong", I can't help but recall the bumpy experience of going to the countryside, which makes me linger and dream.
2. It was a winter in the early 1970s. We took the train in the vast land of Northeast China and received the re-education of poor and middle peasants. On that day, white snowflakes were floating in the sky, wrapped in white, graceful and beautiful. The tranquil earth is bathed in dew given to it by God.
Five or six miles away from the village, you can hear the song "Ying Shan Hong" played on the loudspeaker in the distance. The song is loud and pleasant, which is thought-provoking.
When I arrived at my residence, I saw a dilapidated house, which was drafty all around and desolate all around. There is a strong wind blowing in the dark, which makes the trees and weeds outside "whine". Occasionally there are wolves barking in the distance.
Through labor training, I have mastered basic farm work, and my work performance is positive and willing. After finishing farm work, we set up night schools and libraries, made our own basketball stands and table tennis cases, and later set up a literary propaganda team, which enriched our cultural life.
4. Because of my excellent performance, the commune brigade cadres talked to me and asked me to be the production captain of the backward production team. I readily agreed without saying anything, but I didn't expect that I paid a heavy price in those disastrous years.
At the general meeting of all members, when I was announced as the production team leader, all the 100 members present stood up, clenched their fists and shouted, "We poor and middle peasants don't welcome you, get out!" At that time, such a big battle frightened us, especially the young women cried with fear, and the meeting broke up in discord.
5, tolerance is great, no desire is just. We face everything with a fearless attitude. Through heart-to-heart, the wavering young people stayed, resumed production, renovated houses and formulated rules and regulations. Compulsory measures were taken against individual people who destroyed production, which made the production and life of the production team change qualitatively. In the first year, we had a bumper harvest. On this basis, we have two big wagons, set up a construction team and started a new business. Seeing these achievements, I was deeply moved and breathed a long sigh of relief. Looking into the distance, we can see that the ground is still so wide, the sky is still so blue, and the peaks are still so magnificent and beautiful. We won.
6. After several decades, when I came to this land again, my old look changed, but the fragrance of this soil did not change, my homesickness did not change, my local accent did not change, and it was still so clear and simple. I seem to see the scene of the struggle between heaven and earth again, as if I heard the old song "Single Yingying Red" again.