Youth Day Poetry Recitation 1 I don't think about whether it can be successful.
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about whether I can win love.
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.
Because the target is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love life.
Everything is expected.
Who boarded and erected a jumping flag in 19 19?
19 19 who stood in the sky and shouted?
Whose laughter ignited the crying of 19 19?
Whose blood set off the epic of 19 19?
Who died in 19 19?
Who lived in 19 19?
Who dug whose grave?
Who is the bright color?
May 4th Movement, May 4th Movement
19 19 May 4th!
Youth Day Poetry Recitation Draft 3 Warm wind blows through the season, and the sky is as clear as washing.
Catkin flying all over the sky, falling in the quietly budding earth.
Young life squirms in the soil.
Burst music flows in my heart.
Young man, we have an unchanging oath.
When we are young, we will firmly look further.
At the starting line,
From the moment we set out, we were destined to chase Dongsheng Chaoyang.
A determined and confident face, waiting for the dawn of victory.
Hold that drop of sweat tightly and let tears flow on your face.
Just for the moment when the applause rang.
Youth has no regrets, since I chose the blue sky, I chose to fly.
Even if one day there will be a pair of wings that bleed blood.
Since we have chosen struggle, we have chosen wind and rain.
Even if there are thorns in the future
Since we have chosen the path of life, youth has decided it.
Youth is doomed to struggle and impermanence after our choice.
Youth, since it has been chosen, has ushered in hardships.
Youth, after our choice, becomes gorgeous and brilliant.
Look, the beating flame is the blooming youth.
Listen, exultation is the voice of youth chasing dreams.
Blood is tireless in young people's bodies.
Passion is strong and light in young people.
Let's sing the hymn of youth.
Cheer all the way, sing all the way, chase your dreams and fly away.
Shout is the outbreak of silence.
Silence is a silent call.
Excited or not.
Still very quiet.
I pray
As long as it's not boring.
If distance calls me,
I will towards the distant.
If the mountain calls me
I walked to the mountain.
Wear out your feet.
Simply let the sunset smear the road again.
Grab your hand.
Turn thorns into azaleas.
There is no longer road than feet.
There is no mountain higher than man.
Youth Day Poetry Recitation Draft 5 to May 4th Youth Day
Turn hope into an eagle and tighten the thread in your hand.
Fly in the clear sky.
Then, the soaring purple touched my heart forever.
Perhaps, a heart that is not young is not only full of depression and melancholy.
Also, memories of youth, nostalgia and appreciation of the past.
The pace of time has left me behind.
But I don't walk behind young people.
Just give up on yourself, like a lost lamb
On the hiking trail, beside the lush grass.
Laughter brought back the beauty and publicity of youth.
On the water in the park, on the speeding rowing boat.
There are words splashing with water, floating fragrance in the air.
A four-wheeled two-seater bicycle that two people struggled to pedal.
There is a shadow that makes passers-by envy and look back.
Being no longer young doesn't mean not commemorating Youth Day.
Being no longer young does not mean that life has no color.
Being no longer young does not mean that there is no light in life.
Being no longer young does not mean that there is no sunshine in your heart.
Xia Feng's hands are so soft and elegant.
The fragrance in the hair dyed the face of the vegetable.
So many, so many lilacs
Stand on the green vegetables and look up.
A romantic night appeared in the rustling of green leaves.
The ripples of happiness are like the water in the lake, round and round.
Fluctuate outward
How long is youth?
Ask the same age here.
Get together for the May 4th Movement.
Raise a glass to show pride.
Hold high the banner of martyrs,
Committed to economic construction,
Take a new long March.
Walk against the wind and waves,
The tide is rising.
Carry out reforms,
Run for the "four modernizations"
Hong.
Strengthen the country and enrich the people,
Hundreds of millions of young people are elites.
Don't be afraid of the dangerous journey,
Don't be afraid of twists and turns,
Where there is a will, there is a way.
Join hands to forge ahead,
The future is not a dream.
Youth Day Poetry Recitation Draft 7 Goodbye, beautiful boat of youth,
Since then, the heavy burden has been borne by middle-aged people.
How many docks have you crossed?
How many colorful dreams have you experienced-
Warm southerly winds year after year.
Blow up your active sails.
The stormy waves jolted you,
An insidious undercurrent attacked you,
On the full moon shining sea
Crazy waves tease you.
At the moment, thick dark clouds.
Cover the foggy sky on the other side,
In July, the river surged,
There are no signs of sand dunes and steep banks.
Complex life games,
One after another,
Standing on a 40-year-old pier,
Oh, the boat of youth, goodbye.
Oh, the boat of youth,
Let me play some last hymns of Yunxiu Nianhua.
Tears and smiles of the past,
Cunning, true, false ...
Please take them all away,
Don't leave anything behind.
Don't break down, stay for a long time,
Don't look back or look around,
Never near the ferry.
Wandering around, hesitating,
The tide has begun to ebb,
Pull up a mesh-covered sail
Drift to the dream
Blood-red sunset and falling western hills.
A heavy burden for many years.
Finally landed in the golden port,
This is an ideal place for you to sleep forever.
Youth Day Poetry Recitation Draft 8 A shy and brilliant red sun
A bay of mild and clear water
A withered and mutilated leaf
A blooming bud
They have a natural and beautiful heart in the galaxy of memory.
In the vast sky, they are engraved with beautiful and fresh handwriting.
Jimilis Beecheby
It is the most dazzling moment when fireworks bloom, and it is also the most striking moment when meteors cross the sky.
Youth is our symbol. Our symbol is youth.
In the galaxy of memory, we have a hot and warm heart.
In the vast sky, we carve the miracle of happiness and freedom.
We are still faced with endless books, endless test papers, and dreams of flowers and rain.
There are thousands of roads in the dream.
There are bright stars, fragrant grass, simple watch and beautiful vision.
Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, tenderness is like water, and the ceremony is like a dream.
Don't let the petals wither, don't let youth slip away.
Youth Day Poetry Recitation Draft 9 I wait quietly.
Wait for a sound
Sing May 4th songs.
But no, not many people think of that moment 83 years ago.
at present
Spring breeze brings the growth of grass and the flight of warblers, and the waves of green banks and willows.
Spring breeze is warm, which brings the prosperity of the earth and the blooming of flowers.
Just for this moment, our hearts are surging and our hearts are surging.
Just for this moment, our thoughts are surging and our passion is flying.
Along the historical corridor
The glorious course is full of ups and downs.
Span a period of time
Youth flies in the wind with colorful wings.
87 years of hard work and vicissitudes.
In 1987, the stars changed, but our ambition remained unchanged.
We are young—
Dreams are always on your shoulders.
We are young—
Happiness is always in the bag.
Because that spiritual torch broke through the clouds and burned across the vast expanse.
Because the banner of thought is devastating, flying in the wind.
Every year, this festival
We have charm, but no honor.
This time of year.
We sang with great momentum and great pride.
Singing and laughing
Glory and dream
Like a bright spring.
Sprinkle it on us
The Propaganda and Narration of the May 4th Movement
Does anyone remember?
I remember that day, I was full of courage and progress.
The soul of a young man with boiling blood
It is covered with the blood of our lives and the days of resistance.
Far away, far away.
May Fourth Movement
No one, not many people think of you, but
Don't need anyone to commemorate.
You bloomed 83 years ago.
Don't expect to be sung by people who are nearly a century apart.
I know you love your motherland deeply.
I know you have shed blood for democracy and science.
I know you have fallen into youth.
Not just for home and country.
That's a spirit.
Unyielding, free, democratic, scientific and patriotic.
They flew over the Great Wall, mountains and rivers.
They travel through history, memory and time.
I believe
Someone will remember.
There are always people who don't want to be silent.
Behind the bustling and noisy city life
There are always some souls that will not fall.
Behind those earrings and long hair
There are always some sober voices.
Sing softly
Come on, let's sing.
Sing this beautiful spring
Singing about the prosperity of the motherland
Sing about our youth
Run through the blood vessels
Come on, let's sing.
Sing freely, sing freely.
Sing this light like a fire
Singing the spirit of freedom, an independent soul.
Close, close.
May 4th Movement will be engraved by us.
Let's take the torch in' 83.
Put youth and blood
Dedicated to our love for our motherland.
Youth Day Poetry Recitation 10 Can I compare you to summer?
You are cuter and gentler than summer;
Strong winds will blow off the buds in May.
Summer is too short to rush by.
Sometimes the sun is hot,
Often darkens his golden face;
Good things are bound to fall,
Passing away by accident, let it be.
But your eternal summer will not fade,
You won't lose your handsome face;
Death cannot put you in his pocket.
Because you have eternal life in this immortal poem;
As long as people can breathe and see,
This poem will last forever and make you immortal.
Your name will accompany this poem forever.
Youth Day Poetry Recitation Draft 1 1 May 4th, May 4th
What a powerful name
What a desirable age.
What an exciting young man
Passion and anger burn rapidly.
The villain's palace was reduced to ashes.
May 4th Movement, May 4th Movement
Your burning flame
Why did you keep that stubborn pedant?
Look, how interesting he is.
With rules in his hand
But I can't draw a decent Fiona Fang.
May 4th Movement, May 4th Movement
After more than 50 years, the heat wave is rolling.
Is it your unburned spark?
Listen, a single spark can start a prairie fire.
Put the desolate land of China
Poisonous weeds were burned to death by roots.
May 4th Movement, May 4th Movement
Today I meditate on May 4th.
Is youth like a dry fire?
Burn it too hard and burn someone else.
It's easier to die by yourself
Leaving only bare ashes
Youth Day Poetry Recitation Draft 12 from Immortal Relief
Come out of the crowded square.
Come out of a textbook with ink fragrance.
Walking in the campus of Tsinghua, Shui Mu.
I can hear you whispering.
I can hear you crying loudly.
92 years.
Your footprints are carved in the stone.
92 years.
Your voice is like a song
92 years.
The flag you waved is more vivid.
Youth Day Poetry Recitation Draft 13 "May 4th Movement"
It is history.
This is a symbol.
It's memory
It's beautiful.
because
we
young
once
bleed
once
passionate
once
passionate
because
we
young
at present
we
one more
Durvall
May Fourth Movement
let us
I see.
democracy
And science
May Fourth Movement
let us
burn
The flame of youth
An old China.
Since then,
new hand
Youth Day Poetry Recitation 14 A Special Day
Surrounded by blooming flowers
The color of blood and the color of commemoration.
Cut off history with different forces.
In black-and-white conversion
A group of students shine a sacred light.
Carve it into a beacon of history
The people under the tower have fallen asleep peacefully.
The sound coming from their heads
Run tirelessly forever
No one can catch up.
This is a marathon of wisdom.
Youth Day Poetry Recitation Draft 15 put my vision and dreams,
Put it in a long and narrow shell.
A awning made of willow branches,
Still playing the long sound around Xia Chan.
Tighten the mast rope
The wind blows the sails of the morning mist,
I set sail.
Without a goal,
Rippling in the blue sky.
Let the waterfall of sunshine,
Wash my skin black.
The sun is my tracker.
It pulls me,
A rope with strong light
Step by step,
After a journey of 12 hours.
I was pushed by the wind.
East and west,
The sun disappeared in the twilight.
Night is coming,
I sailed into the harbor of the Milky Way.
Thousands of stars look at me,
I left it behind
Crescent moon-the anchor of gold.
It's dusk,
The ocean is full of muddy icebergs,
Bump,
"Boom"-lightning and thunder!
where am I going?
The universe is so boundless.
Golden straw,
Woven into a cradle,
Put my inspiration and heart
Put it inside.
Button wheel,
Let time delay.
Welcome the world.
The wheel turned over.
Between thyme and wild chrysanthemum.
Crickets welcome me.
Shake the strings.
I put my hopes into the flowers.
Night is like a valley,
This day is like a peak.
Sleep! Close your eyes,
This world has nothing to do with me.
Horse of time,
I am exhausted.
Yellow-tailed Taiping bird,
Make a nest in my car.
I still have to travel around the world—
A remote corner of a desert or forest.
The sun scorched the earth,
Just like baking bread.
I was walking,
bare feet
I put my footprints
Like a stamp printed all over the earth,
The world will blend in.
My life.
I want to sing.
A human song,
Thousands of years later
* * * In the universe.