Hurry up! Poetry about the spring of the young motherland!

Our happy smiling faces are brighter than the flowers in spring.

Our crisp songs are more euphemistic than larks.

We are happy, we are the spring of our motherland.

We are proud to be teenagers of our motherland.

I am a June 4th student in Tancheng. That's what I said when I rehearsed in our school. Actually, there are a few words behind "smarter than larks" that I forgot.