Poetry about volunteers

The call of distant mountains

-Dedicated to young volunteers

Southwest qianchongling

Yun GUI wan Zuo shan

Rolling mountains.

No beginning, no end, no end.

These are mountains.

Too many sounds are blocked.

Cover too many eyes.

Too many steps are blocked.

For years.

As the years passed

The days in the mountains are like millstones.

Grinding away monotony and loneliness again and again.

Grind away occlusion and ignorance

Get rid of backwardness and poverty

"Look at this book,

Guizhou and Tibet. "

"Mashan Yaoshan,

The stone is dry in the sky. "

"Guizhou is rich in grain and sand,

Bitter buckwheat in Bijie, Weining. "

How many bitter folk songs

Singing the hardships and bitterness in the depths of the mountains.

However, no matter how far the road is, no matter how high the mountain is.

Can't stop the mountain people's yearning for happiness.

Can't stop the child's thirst for knowledge.

In the rickety wooden classroom

In that shabby thatched classroom

In the dark cave classroom

The children were sallow and emaciated and in rags.

But their eyes are bright and their books are loud.

However, in more places.

But it is difficult for rural children to learn.

Or you can't afford to read.

Or there is no teacher in class.

Or no classroom.

Poverty is like a rope.

Strangled the neck of a mountain man.

Tie the children's feet.

The mountains are calling

Call for true love

Call for conscience and responsibility

Call for love and dedication

* * * The song of the Youth League flies.

Hands, love and little red riding hood's pigeons are flying.

The flag of the "Youth Volunteer Relay Program for Poverty Alleviation" flutters.

The footsteps of youth are dancing in the mountains.

They come from Shenzhen, Qingdao, Dalian and Ningbo.

From a big city in Guizhou.

From all walks of life

They went deep into the mountains.

Into the low thatched cottage of the mountain people.

Come to the dilapidated classroom

Come to the barren and desolate fields

Support education, medicine and agriculture.

They spread in the wind like dandelions.

Convey the message of spring

Sow the seeds of hope.

They row like matchsticks.

Light the spark of love.

Light up the years in the mountains

There is a businessman named Teng in Zunyi city.

I came to the hinterland of Yaoshan to teach for two years.

Not only devoted their efforts and sweat,

Give generously.

Donate more than 50,000 yuan to help schools and students.

Four girls who lost their fathers.

Because he went back to class.

Because of his fatherly care.

Call him "father teacher"

When Fujimori stood on the podium,

Won the gold medal of "Top Ten Outstanding Young Volunteers in China"

He said: What I want to do most now.

Is to sell this gold medal

Subsidize some dropouts.

Fujino is an amazing match.

Brought light and warmth to the mountains.

Fujiminori is a ray of sunshine in spring.

For the seedlings in the mountains.

Every bit of red and every bit of green

More matches were lit.

More spring breeze is blowing.

More sunlight shines on the mountains.

Youth and passion surge.

Glory and dreams are in my heart.

Serving college student volunteers in western China

be swarmed with people

Walk in a hurry

They found the book.

Came to Mashan Yaoshan

Come to Bijie Dafang

Walk into this Qian Shan.

A college graduate named Xu Benyu.

Give up the opportunity to study abroad at public expense.

To teach in poverty-stricken areas of Dafang County.

His alma mater, Huazhong Agricultural University

Break the century-old convention

Reserve him two years of postgraduate qualification.

Support him as a teaching teacher.

So the sun shone into the cave classroom of Goudiaoyan Primary School.

The crisp sound of children reading.

From a dark cave

Through the messy rocks

Echoes echoed in the mountains.

So the sun shone into the hedge classroom of Dashui Primary School.

Children can understand Mandarin.

Learned to sing the national anthem

Know what the motherland is.

They read aloud affectionately:

"Spring is coming,

Plants germinate,

The spring rain rustles ... "

Xu Benyu was once a loner in the mountains.

During the day, my tongue plowed on the broken platform.

Plow the fields under dim kerosene lamps at night.

Loneliness and loneliness are his best friends.

When the "western rural primary school teachers" position.

After appearing on the internet,

Many footsteps followed.

Many eyes pursue this.

A brand-new Hope Primary School

Also quietly appeared at the foot of the mountain.

Become an eternal monument to young volunteers

Xu Benyu touched the mountain that had been silent for thousands of years.

Touched Guizhou.

Moved China in 2004.

He is short and tall.

Explain a person's care for the group.

Responsibility to society

Loyalty to the country

Simple feelings for all mankind

That is:

Love orientation

Feel sorry for a lifetime.

There is no shortage of idols and heroes in our time.

What is lacking is the standard of idols and heroes.

There is no shortage of color in our life.

What is missing is real existence.

And the value of life.

What is missing is a firm handshake.

A lasting smile

Always moved.

If you ask what is the most beautiful in the world

Romance of summer flowers

The Quiet Beauty of Autumn Leaves

If you ask what smells best in the world,

Give roses.

Leave a lingering fragrance in your hand

If you ask what is the happiest thing in the world.

Both belong to two people.

Everyone did it for me.

Young volunteers are in action.

Youth shines on the plateau.

Passion burns in the mountains

Dreams come true in the land of hope.

The mountains spread their warm arms.

Open your mind

Lift your head that has been sleeping for thousands of years.

An affectionate call-

Call for true love

Call for conscience and responsibility

Call for love and dedication