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.
May 4th Youth Day calligraphy poem May 2nd, the season of flowers blooming.
Warm red,
White and pure,
Noble blue,
Huang is smart and charming.
but
The most beautiful thing is the blooming flower of youth.
86 years ago in May,
This is a flower watered by passion,
She is as red as fire,
Every black and white skirt is red,
She is as red as fire,
This is the patriotic blood of Changhong Bi Hua.
She is as red as fire,
It ignited Zhao Jialou's anger and burned through the cloudy sky.
She is as red as fire,
That is the heart of serving the country with the fists of young students!
Sixty years ago in May,
She is a weak and strong flower,
In that stormy era,
It was the iron will that made her take root in the Loess Plateau.
In front of the enemy's hay cutter,
Hold your noble head high.
She,
It opened in May 40 years ago,
At that time,
A good son of a farmer,
A young proletarian fighter,
With his selfless love and affection,
Light up the sky in China,
He,
Like an empty valley orchid,
It gives off a fresh and eternal fragrance.
He is Lei Feng.
Twenty years ago in May,
She is the flower of knowledge,
After the severe winter,
Sleeping China finally took off,
Countless students use their wisdom,
Let vilen blossom a flower full of reason in May,
This is China's hope!
now
She sat on a three-foot platform,
This little world,
No cigarettes, no guns,
There are no contending drums and horns, and there is no earthly noise.
But, uh,
It carries the dream of every family,
What is released is the hope of making the motherland prosperous.
What is lit there is the sacred flame of human civilization.
What is raised is the sail of countless students sailing to the other side of the ideal.
There,
It embodies youth, dedication and life.
In exchange for the fragrance of peaches and plums, the elites are everywhere and the spring is beautiful!
May 4th, I will say loudly with the passion, strength and voice of youth: May 4th, you will always be young!