From afar;
I am like a piece of snow,
Floating down from a very high dome.
At that moment,
We met,
Hand in hand
Side by side,
Hand in hand,
Go forward together. ...
We depend on each other and we live together.
From meeting to knowing each other,
From friendship to bosom friends,
We had a great chat,
Telling their ups and downs.
Communicate the true meaning of the soul with each other.
In this relationship,
We found the value of you and me-
You have your strength,
I have my skills;
You have your groundbreaking work,
I have my innovation;
You have your music,
I have my charm;
You have your elves,
I have my own life. ...
I am a young pioneer-red scarf,
We've come a long way.
perhaps
Love to watch carefully
Its red.
Listen to the teacher.
This is a corner of party flag.
To prevent soiling
I wash it every week.
orderly
I am wearing it.
plunge into
Sunny campus
happy
March into the golden fields
If you meet on the road,
Something helpful
It will also rush forward quickly.
It tied my neck.
Like a flag
I don't feel any bondage.
I only feel one hand.
Pulled me up day by day
As if able to
Reach the blue sky.
The teacher once said:
The five-star red flag was cast with the blood of revolutionary martyrs.
Dye red
I was young then.
See the martyr's blood floating in the air.
Worship is like the sky behind the red flag, boundless.
Until I joined China with honor.
vanguard
There is a red scarf around her neck.
The teacher said: red scarf
This is a corner of the red flag.
this means
Also soaked in the blood of martyrs.
This blood didn't float on the flagpole.
It's dripping on my neck.
When the wind blows, blood gurgles.
My chest is much wet.
I was scared.
The blood of a martyr is also blood.
It also smells like fish.
And full of death.
Gunpowder, knives, violence
No blood is sweet.
It flows around teenagers' necks.
Flowing so comfortably.
Young pioneers scare me, too.
The metaphor that the teacher used to be best at:
A group of red scarves came across the street!
In other words, a group of teenagers with bleeding necks came.
Teacher, what a terrible thing it is.
You taught us to stay away from violence.
But let's put on the truth of blood
When the red scarf floats gloriously on the chest
I prefer to believe that it is a flower.
Not blood.
In May, I walked out of the poetry of late spring grass.
Out of the deep red and light red smile, in the early morning when the typhoon pearl disappeared.
Under the exceptionally blue sky
Sudan sword
My eyes
Sweep your fluttering red
red scarf
Fluttering in the sun ...
Fluttering makes you laugh as pure as morning light.
Lead me, a distant and indifferent dream.
give you
Fast approaching
I want to use easy-to-understand language.
Narrator, my thoughts when I was young.
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Oh, my old red scarf
You are a corner of the red flag, and you are dyed red with the blood of revolutionary martyrs.
At the solemn joining ceremony
I put my five fingers together piously.
Put your hands above your head.
Let your red glory bind me.
Pure chest
At the moment, my eyes are brushed.
The raging fire in Yuanmingyuan
Passing by, the storm of the Sino-Japanese War
Humen battery smokes
When the wind blows, the red flag rolls around the west wind, and the arduous 25 thousand-mile long March.
The spectacular sight of millions of lions crossing the river
There is also the stormy Zhongshan.
dusk ...
The moment I joined the team
a blank sheet
I seem to have heard Chairman Mao's declaration that shocked the world in front of Tiananmen Square.
Feel the heroic emptying of the salute
Look at the dove of peace, with flowers in the blue sky of Qi Fei.
People, the wave of excitement and cheers
Hold high the five-star red flag of New China.
Hunting dance
Blue sky liming
Star torch, in front of the team flag
I put my hand over my head and swore:
Always be ready!
Get ready to die for your country.
In front of us, a beautiful tomorrow is drifting from page to page.
Oh, the sky at that time
Especially bright and clean. ...
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The sky was particularly clear at that time.
The red scarf is pressed under my pillow every night.
Sleep with me
Listen to the laughter in my dream.
"study hard and make progress every day"
Is the motto of hard work.
Lei Feng spirit is a symbol of thought.
Dong Cunrui, Huang Jiguang, Qiu
It is an indelible heroic brand in my heart.
My beloved red scarf
Sit with me on the top of the high grain heap.
Listen to mom talk about the past ... "
My red scarf, let me hold high the star torch.
In the years of growing up
Inspire me to get out of my hard and innocent childhood.
go all the way
Sing, my beautiful field song.
Strike group logo
Go, sickle, axe, red flag!
Oh, my young friend.
Today, the red scarf on your chest is still bright.
Under?the?sun
The meaning of red remains the same.
You are the motherland, another generation of lush flowers.
Shoulder the heavy responsibility of building the future
Let your eyes be filled with piety, and let your chest be filled with waves from all over the world.
On "June 1st"
Put your hands above your head again.
Take an oath to the motherland
Our future will soar in the sky!
I hope I can help you, come on! ! !