May 4th Movement, the Monument of the Nation
February becomes March,
After a spring rain,
You loosen your five fingers,
I fell down.
I pulled myself together,
It's mud, flower mud
You explain that there are not only peach blossoms, but also wind and rain at this time of year.
Melt the rivers, lakes and seas that will freeze.
Young China,
Managing China,
My China.
Is patriotism a crime?
But you are faced with a butcher knife that sells *;
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.
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Pay tribute to the youth of the May 4th Movement.
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,
Melt the rivers, lakes and seas that will freeze.
Young China,
Managing China,
My China.
Is patriotism a crime?
But you are faced with a butcher knife that sells *;
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.
Tisso
Imagination in May
With the spring breeze, I brought the growth of grass and the flight of warblers, as well as the green embankment 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
89 years of hard work and vicissitudes.
In 1989, the stars have changed, but our ambition has not changed.
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.