A strong youth makes a strong country.
The wisdom of young people leads to the wisdom of the country.
"young chinese" excerpt said:
Therefore, today's responsibility lies not with others, but with my youth. Teenagers are smart, rich, strong, independent, free and progressive, better than Europe, better than the earth, better than the earth.
The red sun rises, and its road is bright; The river flows out of the river and flows into Wang Yang; Dive into the depths of the dragon, scales flying; The milk tiger roared at the valley, and the beasts were shocked; Falcon wings, dusty; The first birth of a wonderful flower, the emperor of the emperor; The generals will make a fuss, and they will do their best; The sky is pale and the ground is yellow; Even if there were years, there were eight famines; The future is like the sea, and there is plenty of time. Beautiful, I am a young man from China, and the sky is not old! Zhuang Zi, I am a teenager in China, and I have no borders with China!
Hu Tian, a thousand years old in the Han Dynasty, still has its old foundation. When it comes to beauty, the pipa is cold in Guan Shanyue;
A Wan Li gale angered the horse. Since the general went, the poor building has been blown through, and the people in the spring rain have been filled with grass smoke.
Toyama reading office
Corner to avoid the body, nine Wan Li hometown who pity, only the article double tears.
Zhu Yi lived for three hundred years, and sages met.
Zaoyong building
Looking back at the stone tablets in front of the steps and asking how many talents come and go, it is advisable to invite March for a drink;
Listening to Liu Waishu's voice, I can see that the distance is nothing more than poetic, so I will put a pool of flowers for the time being.
General Yang Jingyu died.
Endure to see the devastation, from the Central Plains three thousand miles to fight, regret death, leaving this mountain river to bury bones;
Fortunately, the blood is here, and the black water has been raging for 70 years, and Xinjiang has not closed its borders. Who has the courage to follow the general?
Topic seclusion
This is not a mansion, like a forest, and the articles of six generations are cheerful;
If you have more leisure in one day, you can dance, and the bamboo color is green in one day.
Ma Xiaowang
Jianli zhanghuatai
Lingxiang's past, singing and dancing on the high platform, recalling the past with wine, colorful sleeves have attracted copper finches to hate;
Rain washes the wind, leaving Yan, leaving Leng Yue by the railing, and locking the Jade Building by Zhu Menchun.
Diaoliulao
It is full of dust, empty into a satrap, thinking that if you want to hang it in the Song Dynasty at that time, you should be stupid not to read it;
After chasing shoes for many years, I have long admired the style of Lanting, but I have read aloud in several places, and every pair of blue shirts can't bear to listen.
ZUIWENG Pavilion
There are mountains and mountains in the southwest, chickens and millet are distinguished guests, and forests and valleys are frequent.
Looking for three points of wine, snoring and sleeping, wheatgrass is still fragrant all the time.
Youhuangju
A quiet meatless feast, a clear and refreshing seat, sitting and whispering to cool off the heat;
Think of Jia Mu, playing the seven strings and whistling with a smile.
Bring a nephew
Now, now-Wu, I've been looking forward to going south for 300 days, and I haven't been kissed and taught.
I can't see the coffin at the time of burial, but I don't know the cave. I'm ashamed of ducklings thousands of miles away. I hate those stupid sentences.
Question 1: Huarong Road
Ma Xiaowang
The ancient road follows the red cliff battlefield, which is strong according to the current situation, and the east wind destroys the armor with a wave of a feather fan;
The mire hides the power of the dragon, and the loyalty praises the mountains and rivers. After the three officials call, the autumn manuscript is still long.
A butterfly
Millions of troops crossed the water, and the east wind burned like a torch. If people want to think of Wujiang River, heroes are not allowed to ignore the finish line.
The dirt road is three miles, and the reeds are two thousand years old. In Malaysia, I see Chibi, and the mountain is near the sunset.
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