A recitation about the youth of the May 4th Movement, I walked into an oasis with beautiful spring.
My surging passion turned into colorful silk.
My blood is full of youthful notes.
My pursuit is like the charming rhythm of youth.
It seems difficult to define when I entered my youth life.
But I have always loved the unique life of youth.
Youth. What is this?
This beautiful and charming beauty
How long can youth last?
Everyone wants to kiss enough, but never enough.
Youth is not a few colors tiled.
Youth is a colorful picture just unfolding.
Youth is not a piece of colored paper that is rendered.
Youth is the brilliant side of writing a brilliant life.
Youth is more than appearance.
Youth breeds ideals, faces challenges and pursues profundity.
Youth is not just a period of time.
Youth is a skyscraper that stands in the journey of life.
Youth seems to be a bit sophisticated.
But who doesn't hate being old-fashioned
Youth is often full of whimsy.
But who doesn't love to hug creative stars?
Youth, how long can you follow me?
How many years can my youth span?
Life is endless.
Youth never grows old.
Long journey.
Youth goes with the rising sun.
Reciting "Youth of the May 4th Movement" 2 When the tidbits of youth fill the sky,
Follow your dreams.
White velvet flowers float on the horizon,
Bring your smile.
Red sun, clear sky,
Is the source of life.
Sunny Yuan Ye,
Very lush.
Spring breeze melts rain and spring thunder rolls,
Wake up a sleeping dream.
The flower of youth blooms in the heart,
Love your smile the most.
Three thoughts on the youth recitation during the May 4th Movement: First, our youth
The threshold of stepping into the world from campus
Like petals in bud.
I don't deserve it.
A generous cry
Passionate years of surging youth
Willfulness and maturity are intertwined.
Sigh in spirituality and reason
The collision between morality and wisdom
The entanglement of mentality and state
Maybe it's a habit of age.
It comes from the right stage.
The mind calculates in ignorance.
However, I temporarily felt the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
There was a time when I was carried away by youth.
The gloom of this transformation.
Maybe it's a conversation that touches life.
Maybe it is going through a long period.