Pay tribute to the May 4th Youth Day.
Youth,
A dynamic person;
Youth,
My China.
I'm going to shout,
Shake off the sludge and rotten tiles attached to the great rivers and mountains;
I want to use my blood. If you find this article useful,
Melt the rivers, lakes and seas that will freeze.
Young China,
Managing China,
My China.
Is patriotism a crime?
But you are facing a traitor's butcher's knife;
Does patriotism have merit?
But many of you have not enjoyed the sweetness of the new China.
Ah!
The dragon of China,
The Great Wall of China,
The Yellow River in China,
The youth of China,
My young China. ...
19 19 years of youth has passed.
Youth is gone forever,
The annual rings will never come back,
History will never come back,
But she will always be remembered on the monument of the Chinese nation.
Shine endlessly.
Poetry about Youth Day 2 We are a group in the morning.
Blow the whistle and open a big movie.
Pigeons of sunshine and love
We are a group at night.
Full of passion, inspiring far and near.
Colorful neon and pop music
We are the masters of xx.
We are excellent members of the xx family.
Facing the turbulent market economy
We are riding the east wind of reform and opening up.
Harness the stormy waves with strength and self-confidence
Create a beautiful voyage with diligence and wisdom.
We are the messengers of civilization.
Patriotism and law-abiding are our code of conduct.
Politeness and honesty are our principles.
On the journey of building a harmonious Shaoye
We are quick and selfless.
Let the value of life sublimate in the post
We are the strong voice of the times.
We are not satisfied with mediocrity and silence.
The outside world is amazing and wonderful.
To open the door of the long-forgotten heart.
Let the free wind and colorful clouds stretch at will.
Let the freshness and brightness of youth bloom freely.
We are wise men in life.
We lost our way in history.
Suffer the change of time
Washed by wind and rain
Today we are full of lofty sentiments.
With Kuafu's courage to chase the sun.
Catch up with modern civilization
Show the eyes that surprise the world
We are the pride of society.
We like weaving colorful dreams.
Let life be covered with gorgeous rosy clouds
We drove the vulva away with enthusiasm.
We create the future with our hands.
Bathed in the sunshine and rain of the new century
Mercedes-Benz is on the road to building a well-off society in an all-round way.
We sow the ideal of 300,000 tons of lead and zinc every year.
Looking forward to the realization of the goal of strengthening and expanding the enterprise.
A beautiful blueprint has been drawn.
The horn of progress has sounded.
On the journey of modernization
Let's beat the drum of "innovation and efficiency"
Hold high the banner of "horn, hand and post"
stride along with one's chin up
Towards the glory of the new century
About Youth Day, I waited quietly.
Wait for a sound
Sing the songs of the May 4th Movement.
However, not many people will remember that moment 83 years ago.
at present
Spring breeze brings the growth of grass and the flight of warblers, and the waves of green banks and willows.
Spring breeze is warm, which brings the prosperity of the earth and the blooming of flowers.
Just for this moment, our hearts are surging and our hearts are surging.
Just for this moment, our thoughts are surging and our passion is flying.
Along the corridor of history
The glorious course is full of ups and downs.
Span a year
The colorful wings of youth soar in the wind
87 years of hard work and vicissitudes.
In 1987, the stars changed, but our ambition remained unchanged.
We're young-
Dreams are always on your shoulders.
We're young-
Happiness is always in the bag.
Because the torch of that spirit broke through the clouds and burned the boundless expanse.
Because the banner of thought is devastating, flying in the wind.
This festival every year.
We have charm, but no honor.
This time of year.
We sang with great momentum and great pride.
Singing and laughing
Glory and dream
Like a bright spring.
Sprinkle it on us
The Propaganda and Narration of the May 4th Movement
Does anyone remember?
I remember those days full of courage and progress.
The soul of enthusiastic youth.
The days we live are covered with blood and resistance.
Far away, far away.
May Fourth Movement
No one, not many people think of you, but
Don't need anyone to commemorate.
You opened the flowers 83 years ago.
Don't expect to be sung by people who are nearly a century apart.
I know you love your motherland deeply.
I know you have shed blood for democracy and science.
I know your depraved youth
Not just for home and country.
That's a spirit.
Unyielding, free, democratic, scientific and patriotic.
They flew over the Great Wall, mountains and rivers.
They travel through history, memory and time.
I believe
Someone will remember.
There are always people who don't want to be silent.
Behind the hustle and bustle of city life
There are always some souls that will not fall.
Behind those earrings and long hair
There are always some sober voices.
Sing softly
Come on, let's sing.
Sing this beautiful spring
Sing about the prosperous motherland.
Sing our "Youth Harmony"
Blood rushing in the blood vessels.
Come on, let's sing.
Songbirds sing freely.
Sing this light like a fire
Singing the spirit of freedom, an independent soul.
Close, close.
May 4th Movement will be engraved by us.
Take the torchbearer in' 83 for example.
Put youth and blood
Dedicated to our beloved motherland.
Poetry about Youth Day 4 Ruan Langgui Chen Duxiu Author: Hui Haodening
The west wind sucked China alone, urging it to wither and rot.
Freezing, cracking, blood melting and ditch, Flame Command Building.
On the side controlled by Soviet Russia, it is the sky and the Yangtze River rolling.
Heroes are innocent and don't bow their heads.
Note: Chen Duxiu returned to his hometown after he was released from prison and wrote to Yan 'an to ask for a job. Yan' an replied and signed a confession to restore the party membership and participate in the work. Chen only admitted his mistake, refused to plead guilty and refused to sign. Alas, the commander-in-chief of the May 4th Movement, the leader of the * * * production party, a generation of great Confucianism, died of grief and was buried by the Anqing River under Du Xiufeng.
Impressions of Lu Xun's former residence-Painting Tianhe as Gu Kun Author: Hui Haodening
Rotten roots genetically modified, mourning Mr. Xia.
The dust is nine feet deep, and the quality improvement is three points shallow.
Smoke flies in the bucket spoon and stars spoon, and pens spill over the Tianhe River and sway in Gu Kun.
Cold takes the west wind to push the snow, rejuvenates and recreates the dragon soul.
Random thoughts on the May 4th Movement —— Nian Nujiao's close friends in the boudoir
Guanxingshanbian
It is the great Lu who rings the bell.
Blurred trace
The sound of business in May is still ringing in my ears.
Sutouman hole pen
Luxiang Tong Ming
Shen ran
Awaken the hibiscus kingdom
Xiangjiang macro theory
Open chaos and vividness.
Truth falls, and heads fall.
Axe light and sad color
All the guests hung with silk
Wings fly at an angle.
Tonight's dragon elephant Murray
Changyu jinfeng
Capsule pivot joint
Wings of Nature Peng Kun
Deep in 96
Brother Tie cracked the cloud flute.
Seven laws. Living in Tibet, recalling the May 4th Movement: The wind is the same.
( 1)
Yanyun enveloped Qian Shan, and all nations gathered here to mourn.
Three feet down the flag to sell the west, and a few letters and books are lost to the east.
The dusk leaves the millet obliquely, adding more gloom, and the rain hits the palace more sadly.
I didn't expect the scholar to spend a lot of money. Kyushu is full of romance and Wu Gou.
Westland: Western Europe.
Leaving Xiaomi: the thought of national subjugation. Li Shu in the Book of Songs said: "He Li Shu, a seedling under the millet, walks slowly and shakes the center."
(2)
It is difficult to hide a storehouse at home, but the sunset locks the princes.
Three mountains rotten Dongjiang collapse, west Wan Li wind and rain.
The bloody Swallow Street flooded Yushu, calling on China to give up farmland.
Fill the bones in troubled times and cry my hero tears.
Yushu: Flowers in the Garden of Yushu, written by Chen Houzhu in the Southern Dynasties, is the voice of national subjugation.
(3)
Governing the country has never been weak, and the spring and autumn period pen and ink have a rest.
Teenagers are crazy and angry about Djengoue, while old people try to be gentle.
The stars fall into the sky, the river is dark, and the minds of different ancestors are circulating in the book.
The east wind and west wind are uncertain, pointing to the swaying Wanghailou.
On May 4th, I had a gas in my heart and wanted to vent it, so I made a sentence about the law.
Hundreds of feet of clear water flowed into the eyes wide, and the old man was shocked and frosted all over.
Chu Yunbi was imprisoned, and Ying Shuqing enjoyed himself in the Holy Land.
I waved the lamp and counted them. They hung in and out of the snow thousands of times.
Yucheng has stood in front of Yuntai, and an autumn wind is impacting Wan Lan.
Feng and Bobo May 4th Rhyme Author: Deng Yuteng
The road to youth is gradually widened, and dreams are full of bonfires.
Han Jin listens to the rain tide, and the old tea friend looks at the chess.
Liu Nen dropped a golden lock and a tear lamp. Who shines on the water tray?
The river should know each other, and the west wind should treat the weak ring.
Poetry 5 on Youth Day Spring breeze, I brought the growth of grass, the flight of warblers, green dikes and willow waves.
The spring breeze is warm, and I bring the prosperity of the earth and the blooming of flowers.
Just for this moment, our hearts are surging and our hearts are surging.
Just for this moment, our thoughts are surging and our passion is flying.
Along the corridor of history
The glorious course is full of ups and downs.
Span a year
The colorful wings of youth soar in the wind
87 years of hard work and vicissitudes.
In 1987, the stars changed, but our ambition remained unchanged.
We are young—
Dreams are always on your shoulders.
We are young—
Happiness is always in the bag.
Because the torch of that spirit broke through the clouds and burned the boundless expanse.
Because the banner of thought is devastating, flying in the wind.
This festival every year.
We have charm, but no honor.
This time of year.
We sang with great momentum and great pride.
Singing and laughing
Glory and dream
Like a bright spring.
Sprinkle it on us
This beautiful water level
Rise in our hearts, rise
Stir up warm ripples, layers of heat waves
Commemorate the May 4th Movement.
A simple fact
National liberation needs a political party that wins the hearts of the people.
Commemorate the May 4th Movement.
A sacred declaration
Only socialism can make China proud of the East.
At this moment, the sound of spring.
Ring in our hearts.
Resounded through the land of China.
Facing the stormy waves of market economy
Our youth paddled again to start the ship.
Firmness and hesitation
Happiness and sadness
They are all sitting on the dream red-violet together.
Let's carry forward the May 4th patriotism and innovative spirit.
Make great efforts to carry forward the past and forge ahead.
Heroic and heroic, with high morale
Write a brand-new chapter in the construction of three civilizations
Meet the dawn of the great national rejuvenation in the 2 1 century.