May 4th is your day, and you haven't been back since April.
Today no longer belongs to me,
It has clear eyes looking at you,
Have a persistent and never-say-die sunshine.
May Fourth Movement
For me, yes.
reachless
The farther you chase, the farther you go.
Look at the youthful sun, how charming and radiant it is.
All the leaves, flowers, rivers,
Are moved by it, shining,
The wind blows the pipa,
Dance with you the melody of youth
The desolate years can only hide in the shade to peep at the lush laughter.
Second, in the May 4th Movement, if youth sweeps away everything to pay tribute to the motherland.
The last thing left must be a salute.
Only it makes the world safe.
From war to peace
Letters from the spring breeze, I received the first spring on my eyebrows.
Nature is the right hand of spring.
Pay tribute to the first touch of new green on the branch.
Hold up a new life.
Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
Endless loneliness
Only in the depths of flowers, in harmony with the breeze.
The ears of rice around sickles and hammers are abundant in all seasons.
There is a flower and a grass on the border of Wan Li.
If the desert brings dust to peace
The last thing left must be a salute.
Populus euphratica witnessed it thousands of years ago.
The sky outside the Great Wall is transparent blue.
The eagle with bright eyes spread its wings and soared in Kunlun
I have no problem with the clouds bound by snow chrysanthemums in Tianshan Mountain.
Everything is in the memory of meeting mountains and seas.
Not stained by a little dust
The monument is interwoven with pale stories
Castle peak listens.
The war embraced the young people warmly.
Struggling in the abyss of blood and darkness, singing and lighting.
If Gobi marries the years to camel bells,
The last thing left must be a salute.
The Silk Road has been listening to horns since ancient times.
And the screams of bloody BMW
The sword stands upright outside Yumenguan.
Who dares to fight against the brilliance of shining golden armor?
Now, these odds and ends are scattered in the days of breathing.
The mood left by years
Live an old life in a new era
Holding a battle flag in an old poem
Ideals are full of dreams that can't afford to fly.
And believe in the backbone of capitalism.
Gradually chase the lost time
If Tianshan Mountain gives the hero to Dawn,
The last thing left must be a salute.
I will wake up every flower.
Let him in the desert and Gobi
In this hazy season
Tell the story of a hero
Touch everyone's heart
Instead of carving monuments
Fix your smile on the flag of charge.
Clean all the spaces in an instant.
All the horizons, all the gaps.
Although I can't write avalanches.
But I know
Your war is also my war.
Salute, I solemnly raised my right hand to face the five-star red flag.
Motherland, it is a world where flowers are in full bloom.
So many beautiful scenery, embroidery
The youth of the darling of the dragon
All the way, all the way.
Baptism in 1997
Dare not think, it is a hundred years around the five-star red flag.
The ears of rice were germinated by a hammer with a slender sickle.
And the poem I wrote for you outside the Great Wall.
Will Dongting Lake be colorful in autumn?
Flying in the north and south of Tianshan Mountain
Perhaps, the eagle has not brought good news.
And mom, please rest assured.
I will. That song is March of the Volunteers.
His name evokes distant memories.
Those fragrant memories
Still fragrant, guiding the direction
The most beautiful years, go together.
We'll never come back.
The Great Wall grinds the days into the smell of beacon smoke.
Tiananmen Square, with the warmth of * * * and the people of the whole country, long live.
In the wind, unite 56 nationalities.
Tossing and turning in the rain is a journey.
1997 cry, which side is the pure land?
invariability
That road
Let's go together.
Run to the distant future
Iii. May 4th Commemorative Poems May 4th Youth Day
Yesterday was my festival.
today
I have forgotten it.
This season is really good.
In this good season of lush vegetation and blooming flowers.
Borrow your happiness
Looking back on my glorious old world.
Third, the May 4th Movement rejected Versailles.
A man who cries out for national humiliation
Sleep in Baidu's entry
May 4th, rejecting Versailles.
On the draft of new culture
Covered with epigenetic blood
China's cough.
It's an old disease left over from history.
From 19 1 1 year to now.
I'm in every stroke of Chinese characters
Looking for the hardest bone
Son, in the era of inflation.
Drop out of school at home
You spent a lot of money.
Funded the slaughter of your grandfather.
The eyes of the world are bloodshot.
Those restless people
Use the money you donate every day.
Sharpen knives, clean guns, and do nuclear tests.
Four. May 4th Poetry
Get up early in the morning
I remember this young day.
They are in the prime of life.
With a fearless flame
Sitting high will burn your hips.
I left today to pay my respects.
Now, the May 4th Movement
Running towards me like a wild animal.
I admire the power of domestication.
Touch its beard.
Deeply distressed
May Fourth Movement
Get up early in the morning
I remember this young day.
This day belongs to youth.
More belongs to
Independent spirit
Free thought
May Fourth Movement
You buried me with youth.
I'm old enough.
You can only use such an indecent poem.
Salute you
Five, come, come, come, come, come.
The May 4th Movement is coming.
You're flashing-
The light of youth is coming.
You're carrying-
The ideal of youth has come.
Although I am old,
Hear your footsteps.
Still full of pride
Hear your footsteps.
Still full of tears
97 years ago
Shouts in front of Tiananmen Square
Like a bolt of lightning
Cut through the dark sky
Opened up people-
A new chapter in a different place
You are still young.
But you shouted
Tell the world:
Justice triumphed over might.
Didn't give my mother dignity.
The victory of World War I
China is still imperialism-
Benefit transfer dinner
Your cry for blood
Exposed the greed of traitors
Punish thieves at home and fight for sovereignty abroad.
This is your manifesto.
Democracy, Freedom and Progress
Is your unyielding belief
A cry from the depths of history
Awaken Chinese children
Go through fire and water and persevere.
Ushered in the land of China-
Bright red sky
Coming, coming.
Although I am old.
Hear your footsteps.
Still tears for you.
Wish me China.
Always full of energy
Wish me China.
Eternal youth
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