A short poem about 12.9 movement

129 Poetry

who is it? Run at the forefront of the times and shout for our Chinese nation?

who is it? Shuttle through the bullets and shout for my Chinese nation?

who is it? Tired of the moon, give advice to our Chinese nation?

Who is it again? Sleep under a knife gun and die for my Chinese nation?

Is it you, or you, respectable and lovely young people, you are heroes, waves and turbulence; It is you who inspire the majesty of our country; It is you who hold up our national integrity; It is you who have shaped the prosperity and reputation of our country!

Wind, cry for you! Rain, pour for you!

Tears because you shed them! Blood, because you are boiling!

In China, as long as there is smoke, there is soil for the brave.

In China, as long as there is danger, there is a backbone.

In China, as long as there are young people, there is hope.