Write letters to young people
Even in the dark
I can read your outline, too
Even in the garden
I can feel your heartbeat, too.
I see
Youth is a poem that cannot be surrounded by night.
Youth is a dance that flowers can't surround.
Youth is the winding of running water.
Youth is the passion of volcanic eruption.
But you must remember.
The meteor of youth
just this once
Crossing the horizon of life
Long live the youth Wang Mengxu
All the days, all the days have come,
Let me weave for you with the golden thread of youth,
The flower ring of happiness weaves you.
There is singing and laughing on the boat, dancing on the campus under the moon,
Walking in the drizzle, marching in the early morning of the first snow,
There are also fierce arguments, a beating and warm heart. ...
It is a day that has passed in a blink of an eye, and it is also a day full of reverie.
One wish after another is blurred, like spring rain,
We have time, strength and firm belief.
We are eager to live and fly in the sky.
It's a simple day, but also a changeable day.
Everything in the vast world surprises us.
Never cheerful, never indifferent,
Tears, laughter and deep thought are all the first time.
Go straight, go straight,
I move forward happily in my life,
What a heavy burden, I will not be weak,
No matter how fierce the battle is, I will not lose face;
One day, after cleaning the gun, the machine and the sweat,
I miss you and greet you.
Look at you proudly
& lt& lt Chun Qing & gt Author: Xi Murong
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I watched it again and again, and tears filled my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
Young Yu Man
When memories like honey become bitter
Thoughts are floating in the clouds
Wonderful words
Youth stories that shock the soul.
The restless youth lingered in the music.
Because this is a perfect country.
A mentality that no one can understand.
This is a lonely
Innocent heart (of a child)
fine-sounding words
Intoxicating music
Beautiful mood story
Complain bitterly
Unwilling to compromise
A dream I don't want to give up.
Refuse to bow easily
Because young
A fragrant mind
Unable to be transparent
Can't be white
Language binds the mind.
Youth is no longer a pure white color.
The absence of youth is a beautiful note.
Confusion is only an occasional mistake.
Tears are the tenderness of youth.
fly a kite
Vague thoughts
A pair of wings will choose to fly.
The sea will not choose to hurt.
regretless youth
Without the vicissitudes of music.
Feelings can never be overcome.
The natural changes of life
A brief glory
Transient beauty
Burning youth
Memory is a breeze.
Memories are beautiful dreams.
Memories are the fragrance left by yesterday.
The charm of the years
The cause of tears
enjoy life
Author: Wang Guozhen
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about whether I can win love.
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.
Because the target is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love life.
Everything is expected.
If you are not happy enough
Author: Wang Guozhen
If you are not happy enough
Don't frown.
Life is short.
Why cultivate bitterness?
Open dusty doors and windows.
Let the sunshine and rain spread all over every corner.
Vilen moves towards life.
Let the wind iron your forehead.
Broadness can dilute sadness.
Dark colors can cover light colors.
Span oneself
Author: Wang Guozhen
We can cheat others.
But you can't deceive yourself.
As we move towards a prosperous May,
Youth is no longer mysterious.
Upward road
It's always stumbling
Always keep the original romance.
Really not easy
Someone is sad.
Some people are happy.
When we crossed a high mountain,
I also crossed a real self.
& lt& lt We March forward bravely. "
There are clouds in the sky, and there are bags in front of us. Another road to the sun is endless.
Green grass on the road, accompanied by youth;
The yellow sand is rolling in the distance, which is connected with maturity.
We walked and gave our lives to the altar in our hearts.
Even if you are hurt, don't let tears cover your face.
Dry your tears and we will smile again in March.
Even if I get lost, I don't engrave sadness on my forehead.
The stars will always rise, and we will always know which side is north and which side is south.
We walked day after day and listened to the news of rain brought by the wind.
Listening to the rain beating on the drum surface of the lake, the cable of the years,
It will eventually become lightning that we throw into the air.
We walked, year after year, watching the silence of ice and snow reverberate in winter and spring.
Watching spring melt the ice and snow on the earth's surface,
The colors of that season will eventually be splashed into colorful pictures by us.
We make every day ordinary and extraordinary,
Let flying thoughts gently hold violets in the breeze.
Our eyes are very dark and bright, and the changes in the pupils flash the charming flames of morning light and sunset glow.
The footprints we have traveled will be weathered into a legend, a style and a motto.
Life is not simple, we go forward bravely.
Become an intoxicating wind
Through our hearts,
Vast rice sea
Surging layers of Jin Lang;
When the sun is shining.
Dye our classroom red,
Happy campus
Live like honey ...
Ah, the motherland,
We are like a flock of green birds,
Hold a wisp of fragrant wind, cut a rosy cloud,
Hold out an ode for you-
Ah, motherland, you are a
A torch lit with the blood of a martyr,
Drive away darkness, poverty and ignorance,
Light up everyone's heart.
You are a painting.
Color pictures drawn by hundreds of millions of hands,
Every inch of land
There are flowers of reform and opening up everywhere.
You are a song.
Odes written in the spirit of Lei Feng,
everyone
Is the author of this ode.
You are a statue.
A huge cast with Olympic gold medals,
All corners of the country-all corners of the country
Praise your wisdom and character!
Ah, motherland, what's the word?
To describe your greatness?
What verse do you use?
To show our attachment to your love?
If you are a beautiful embroidery,
Our blood is the color of embroidery,
Let's turn into silver thread,
Weave charming landscapes and lakes for the motherland.
If you are a flower bed,
Our smiling faces are blooming flowers,
Let's be hardworking bees,
Brew sweet nectar for mankind.
If you are a great masterpiece,
Our sweat is fragrant ink,
Let's turn it into beautiful words,
Write the most brilliant chapter of tomorrow.
Don't say we are too young,
The motherland has given us the boldness of vision of the sea,
We have a creative desire,
Not afraid of the snow-capped mountains, grasslands and swamps ahead!
Don't say that our bodies are still delicate,
The motherland has given us the style of pine trees,
Rooted in the fertile soil of knowledge,
Decorate mountains and rivers with green leaves of life.
We have plenty of energy,
We have a healthy body,
Facing modernization, the world and the future,
Let the ideal wings beat the milky way waves.
Ah, motherland, great mother,
We won't forget your entrustment,
Prepare from now on,
Unlock the future world with the golden key!
Song recitation: a grateful heart
Fallen leaves hover in the air,
Write a grateful movement,
That is the tree's gratitude to the earth that nourishes it;
White clouds are floating in the blue sky,
Draw those touching pictures,
That is the gratitude of Baiyun to the blue sky that nurtured it.
We grew up in the sunshine of love,
We nourish the true feelings of the world,
Thanks to our parents for giving us precious lives;
Thanks to the teacher for giving us the ability to learn;
Thanks to our friends for their sincere help;
Thanks to the school, it has given us a harmonious growth environment.
Our parents are very kind to us,
The teacher is very kind to us,
Students are very helpful to us.
Society's kindness to us about love,
The army has the ability to protect us,
The motherland has the grace to take care of us. ...
How many times have I fallen asleep with a feeling of happiness,
How many times, full of moving tears, thinking about the future,
Some people say-
The essence of kindness is to have a grateful heart;
Some people say-
If a person has a grateful heart,
He is a happy man.
Have a grateful heart,
We know how to care and help others;
Have a grateful heart,
We will study hard and cherish ourselves.
Have a grateful heart,
We can learn to be tolerant,
Win true love and win friendship.
Have a grateful heart,
We will have happiness and happiness;
You can have a bright future.
There is a noble and great cause in the world.
That is education;
There are a group of sacred and glorious people in the world.
That is the people's teacher.
Teachers, ordinary professions write brilliant chapters,
Teachers, ordinary posts, masters of casting human souls.
Sweat, not sprinkled on the hot earth;
But it flows into countless dry hearts;
Smile, there is no bright sunshine on the stage,
But it urges the seedlings to make progress;
Bitter water, not telling anyone,
Only in that barren psychological flow …
Look, the pagoda towering into the sky,
One sand and one stone,
It is the essence of teachers' painstaking efforts.
Look, the flower buds in the garden are full of vitality.
It is the winter jasmine dripping from the teacher's sweat.
Look at that, a tall building made of towering trees.
This is an incomparable color painting drawn by teachers.
The boatman's back is arched, facing the golden zone.
Tears of candles, joy of fire,
Spring breeze caresses the pride of green,
The sun shines on the winner's smile.
In the city, in the country,
Books are everywhere, and seedlings are thriving everywhere.
A remote town
Countless excellent teachers ... have grown, matured and made great strides in this fertile land.
The young headmaster is in his prime.
The head is desolate and hairless,
Is it premature aging or overwork?
Looking at the history of the school, the answer is easy to find.
Excellent class teacher, regardless of age …
They regard life as a child's play, they work hard, and they race against the times.
No day, no night, no rest day, no conditions, wearing a star Dai Yue.
Be conscientious and do everything for the students.
Work in spite of illness for all students.
As long as students grow up, they will be proud.
Naughty students.
Will make them rack their brains
Have a heart-to-heart talk and follow the instructions.
Once, twice, ten times, a hundred times.
Until the students get better.
A large number of left-behind children
It also makes them unable to eat or sleep well.
From study to life, from family to school,
Always considerate, bit by bit.
The students have made a little progress,
Their faces are full of laughter.
The students have a little shortcoming,
They tried every means to erase it for them.
How many days and nights, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and heat.
Hard work.
Don't be greedy, lead an honest and clean life.
No regrets, only pride.
Sprinkle hard sweat,
Harvest the spring scenery in the garden
Sow seeds soaked with painstaking efforts,
Harvest the beauty of tomorrow.
This is you,
Pride of chinese, the elite of the times,
With you, this land will have sunshine.
With you, the spring breeze will flourish here.
You, glorious people's teachers
I dedicate my most beautiful hymn to you,
You, engineers of the human soul.
I extend my sincere wishes to you.
& lt& lt We March forward bravely. "
There are clouds in the sky, and there are bags in front of us. Another road to the sun is endless.
Green grass on the road, accompanied by youth;
The yellow sand is rolling in the distance, which is connected with maturity.
We walked and gave our lives to the altar in our hearts.
Even if you are hurt, don't let tears cover your face.
Dry your tears and we will smile again in March.
Even if I get lost, I don't engrave sadness on my forehead.
The stars will always rise, and we will always know which side is north and which side is south.
We walked day after day and listened to the news of rain brought by the wind.
Listening to the rain beating on the drum surface of the lake, the cable of the years,
It will eventually become lightning that we throw into the air.
We walked, year after year, watching the silence of ice and snow reverberate in winter and spring.
Watching spring melt the ice and snow on the earth's surface,
The colors of that season will eventually be splashed into colorful pictures by us.
We make every day ordinary and extraordinary,
Let flying thoughts gently hold violets in the breeze.
Our eyes are very dark and bright, and the changes in the pupils flash the charming flames of morning light and sunset glow.
The footprints we have traveled will be weathered into a legend, a style and a motto.
Life is not simple, we go forward bravely.