The threshold of entering the scientific century
Throw away pen and ink and show pride.
Write a manifesto for the younger generation
When the curtain of orchids hangs in the night sky
The mystery of the universe is like a harbor of science.
Vast universe
Endless space
Secrets of celestial bodies
Is being exposed by us.
Under a million times electron microscope,
The microcosmic world is rich and colorful.
We entered the lively molecular home.
Dialogue with smaller mesons
When we were sailing a scientific research ship,
Uninhabited Antarctic glaciers
Cultivate the ocean into bright ridges.
Thousands of tidal waves
It is a new energy source in the future.
We are a new generation of warm-blooded young people.
Living in an ever-changing era
Prospering people's material and cultural life.
The burden of historical responsibility
Fall on our shoulders
Took over the sandals and leggings of the Red Army.
Take the eight-way ladder and shoulder pads.
Let science have wings.
Flying at the peak of human science
Ah! Our younger generation.
History entrusts us with a heavy responsibility.
This is the new Long March.
Every step is bumpy and difficult.
That kind of "lingering fear" worry
Like fog, it blocked our view.
Sigh of "doing nothing"
Like a computer virus, it leads us to the bottomless abyss.
A raging hurricane
Trying to overthrow our tent.
Wrestling avalanche debris flow
Trying to break our benchmark
Let's go
Smash a false god
Let's go
Punch holes in a garland of camouflage.
We only have one goal.
That is to live up to the previous entrustment.
We have only one principle.
That is, it can stand the test of future generations.
Let the brilliance of scientific achievements
As a bookmark of our forum
The footprints of our young people
We must transcend the time and space of the flying stream.
Look, the call of our youth.
Wake up the sleeping oceans and mountains.
Our March
Fill the whole canyon
Our youth is green.
Our hands left the eternal wasteland.
Our youth is smoking.
Vigilant eyes are stationed at the boundary between clouds and water.
Our youth spit out rainbows and sail on the waves of the Milky Way. ...
Ah! We know that youth is short.
20 1 1 year.
Is a new starting point.
Our youth is with our motherland.
Forever, ever-