Author: Li Shaobai
A comes from the lofty plateau, and I am the snow lotus on the iceberg;
B coming from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves, I am a swallow in the sea breeze;
C is coming from the vast grassland, and I am a young eagle soaring under the blue sky;
Ding came from the loess slope with seven ditches and eight beams. I am Shandandan, who is fresh and tender by the Yellow River.
Qi! I hope China will grow up. We are teenagers in China!
Ding Jiuqu's Yellow River taught me perseverance,
A vast Kunlun taught me to hold my head high,
C taught me that what is pure is the snowflake in the north.
B What taught me to be warm was the red cotton in southern Xinjiang.
Jia Yilong's homeland, the cradle of the nation, beautiful mountains and rivers, our home.
A feel the heroic spirit of Water Margin and Three Kingdoms in the vigorous and dignified square characters;
B to the picturesque Tang poetry and Song poetry, enjoy the bells of Qiao Feng and the lonely smoke in the desert;
C babbled in grandma's songs, and the story of Nu Wa and Dayu lingered in my ears.
Ding is a toddler in grandpa's arms, and Lei Feng's footsteps lead me forward.
Bing Ding, a descendant of the Chinese people, is a Chinese child with black eyes and yellow skin, and his appearance has not changed.
At the end of the month in butyl five, the heart follows the dragon boat to chase the soul of poetry.
Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the full moon sends me thoughts.
At the Aobao meeting, archery and wrestling showed the tenacity of small herders;
A holds Hada in her hand, singing and dancing vigorously, and presents her best wishes to her friends.
The beauty of the East nourishes the descendants of the dragon, and the culture of 5,000 years is rooted in our hearts.
Ding We remember the merits and demerits of this Chinese mother and her sufferings. The Yellow River tracker can't pull the question mark-like body straight, and the ancient bricks of the Great Wall can't stop the shrapnel of foreign guns.
c！ It is the spark of July, the boat of South Lake, which makes the heroes of the East rise from the nightmare.
The blood of a pioneer revived the frozen soil for thousands of years, and China only showed his smiling face of youth.
B The Story of Spring resounded all over the country, China! Opened a brand-new picture.
A Today, history and future will be welded by us, and the baton of the times will be passed down from generation to generation, standing at a new starting line.
A: Young people in Qi want to write more brilliant China poems!
A don't expect sunshine everywhere under your feet.
B don't fantasize about sunny days overhead,
C is not infatuated with the honey pot hotbed given by his father and brother.
Ding doesn't forget the "most dangerous time" battle song flying!
A wants to be the flagship of breaking the waves,
B wants to build a rocket to propel the spaceship.
Third, cut off poverty like a sword.
Ding wants to connect the world with love.
Jia Ding listened. Lusheng and Suona played together.
Look, the swallow and fly with me the eagle.
Fifty-six flowers are in full bloom, decorating the Wan Li Garden.
A pride that amazed the spirits of our ancestors:
Qi! This is my China! This is China boy!
Teenagers in China
One comes from the lofty and steep plateau,
I am the snow lotus on the iceberg;
B from Treasure Island surrounded by blue waves.
I am a milk swallow in the sea breeze;
C comes from the vast grassland,
I am a young eagle flying under the blue sky;
Ding came from the loess slope with seven ditches and eight beams.
I am Shandandan, who is fresh and tender by the Yellow River.
Qi! The hope of land growth in China,
We are China teenagers!
Ding Jiuqu's Yellow River taught me perseverance,
Jia Mang (Mn ɡ) Mang Kun (Leon) taught me to stand tall,
C taught me that what is pure is the snowflake in the north.
What I love is the red cotton in southern Xinjiang.
Jia Yi Long's hometown, the cradle of the nation,
Beautiful mountains and rivers, our home.
Rigid [jìnɡ] and humble square character,
Feel the heroic spirit of Water Margin and Three Kingdoms;
B to picturesque Tang poetry and Song poetry,
Appreciate the bells of Fengqiao and the lonely smoke in the desert;
C babbled in grandma's songs,
The story of Nuwa and Dayu (Y incarnation) has been haunting me.
Dshāng is a toddler in grandpa's arms.
Dongzi and Lei Feng's footsteps lead me forward.
Chinese people, Chinese people,
Black eyes and yellow skin, the appearance remains the same.
At the end of the month in butyl five, the heart follows the dragon boat to chase the soul of poetry.
Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the full moon sends me thoughts.
At the Bao 'ao (o) package meeting, archery and wrestling showed the tenacity of small herders;
Holding ha [h m] da with one hand, singing and dancing, and blessing friends.
The beauty of the East nourishes the offspring of the dragon,
Five thousand years of culture is rooted in our hearts.
We remember the advantages and disadvantages of Chinese mother mínɡ.
Not to mention what she has suffered.
Qiàn can't pull his question mark-like body straight,
The ancient bricks of the Great Wall can't stop the shrapnel of foreign guns.
c！ It's a spark in July, a boat in South Lake,
Let the oriental lion rise from the nightmare.
The blood of a pioneer revived thousands of years of frozen soil,
China only smiles at young people.
The Story of Spring resounded throughout the country.
China! Opened a brand-new picture.
Today, history and future will be welded by us.
The baton of the times depends on us,
Standing at the new starting line, loudly answer:
Qi teenager wants to write a poem by China (cuǐ) Can (càn)!
A don't expect sunshine everywhere under your feet.
B don't fantasize about sunny days overhead,
C is not infatuated with the honey pot hotbed given by his father and brother.
Ding doesn't forget the "most dangerous time" battle song flying!
A wants to be the flagship of breaking the waves,
B wants to build a rocket to propel the spaceship.
Third, cut off poverty like a sword.
Ding wants to connect the world with love.
Jia Ding listened, and Lu Sheng (shēnɡ) and Su Na played together.
Look, the swallow and fly with me the eagle.
Fifty-six flowers are jìnɡ full bloom,
Decorate the Wan Li Garden.
One that makes the souls of ancestors proudly marvel:
Qi! This is my China!
This is China boy!