Atmosphere annual meeting recites poetry and prose.

China, I have lost my keys.

China, I lost my keys.

That was more than ten years ago,

I ran along the red street,

I ran to the wilderness in the suburbs, screaming,

Later,

I lost my key.

Heart, painful heart,

I don't want to wander anymore,

I want to go home,

Open your eyes, open my childhood photos,

Also look at the one sandwiched in the page.

Emerald clover

In addition,

I also want to open the bookcase,

Take out a Heine ballad,

I'm going on a date,

I held the book in front of her,

As my message to the blue sky

A signal of love.

All this,

All these beauties cannot be achieved,

China, I lost my keys.

Oh, my God, it's raining again.

My keys,

Where are you lying?

I think the wind and rain have corroded you,

You are rusty.

No, I don't think so,

I will stubbornly look for it,

I hope to find you again.

The sun,

Have you seen my keys?

May your light,

Warm and shining for it.

I walked on this vast field,

I followed my heart's footsteps,

All that's lost,

I've been thinking about it. I am a wayward child. Author: Gu Cheng

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I am a child spoiled by my mother.

I am very self willed

I hope

Every moment.

As beautiful as colored crayons.

I hope

You can draw on your beloved white paper.

Freedom to paint clumsily.

Draw the next picture Never.

With tears in my eyes

A piece of sky

A feather and leaf belonging to the sky.

Light green apples at night

I want to draw the morning.

Draw dew

The smile you can see.

Draw all the youngest

Love without pain

Draw an imaginary picture

My lover

She has never seen a cloud.

Her eyes are the color of a clear sky.

She always looks at me year after year.

Forever, watch

Never turn around suddenly.

I want to paint the distant scenery.

Draw a clear horizon and water waves

Draw many happy rivers.

Huashan-

Full of fuzzy fluff

I put them together.

Let them fall in love.

Let every acquiescence

Every quiet spring is exciting.

Turned into a little flower's birthday.

I also want to paint the future.

I haven't seen her, and I can't.

But I know she is beautiful.

I drew her autumn clothes.

Draw those burning candles and maple leaves

I paint a lot because I love her.

Extinguished heart

Hua wedding

Draw an early-rising festival-

There is cellophane on it.

And illustrations of northern fairy tales

I am a wayward child.

I want to erase all my misfortunes.

I think on earth

Draw all the windows

Let all eyes get used to the darkness.

Accustomed to the light

I want to paint a style.

Draw a mountain higher than the last one.

Draw the desire of the oriental nation

Draw the sea-

Endless sweet sound

Finally, in the corner of the paper

I want to paint myself, too

Draw a koala

He sat in the dark jungle of Victoria.

Sitting on a quiet branch

stare blankly

He has no home.

There is no heart in the distance.

He only has, many, many.

Berry dream

And big eyes.

I hope

think

But somehow,

I have no crayons.

Don't get a color moment.

I only have me.

My fingers and pain.

Just shredded pieces.

Beloved white paper

Let them find butterflies.

Let them disappear from today.

I am a wayward child.

A child spoiled by an imaginary mother

I am willful and proud. I come from China.

Wang Huairang in countless blue eyes and red eyes,

I have a pair of jewel-like black eyes,

Among countless white skin and black skin,

I have yellow skin as bright as the earth,

I am proud, I come from China!

My ancestors walked out of the forest for the first time.

My ancestors started farming first,

I am a descendant of the compass and printing.

I am a descendant of pi and seismograph.

We have Confucius, Sima Qian, Lin Zexu and Sun Yat-sen,

There are also Mulan, Lin Daiyu, the Monkey King, Lu and so on.

The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is my chest,

The surging Yellow River is my majestic roar,

The Great Wall is my raised arm,

Mount Tai is my heel.

My chest is as wide as the plateau,

There is a feat of laying down his life to block the muzzle,

My arms are as strong as the Woods,

Have the spirit of fighting the flood demon.

Earthshaking,

I am proud, I come from China!

My voice is as rough as the Yellow River,

Countless times resounded through the Olympic Stadium,

It also echoed in the hall of the Hong Kong International Conference.

When the cries of Yuanmingyuan ruins finally got revenge.

How can I suppress my inner excitement,

I am proud, I come from China! !

I let the desert gush out and the black gold roll,

I sent the satellite into the clouds,

When five continents listen to the Oriental Red music from space,

I am proud, I come from China!

I opened the way for the countryside to surround the city.

I am determined to take the socialist road with China characteristics.

When the whole world is surprised by the great changes of the Oriental Dragon in the past 20 years,

I am proud, I come from China! When the tide of science and technology is overwhelming,

I resolutely opened the long-closed door.

When the financial storm swept the world.

I calmly adjusted the voyage of reform, and in the era when the old and the new alternate,

Opportunities and challenges coexist.

Who rules the ups and downs of the vast earth?

Look at the new global pattern, only the strong are the most respected! Descendants of the 5,000-year-old civilized dragon,

Not arrogant,

Not decadent or depressed

Strut one's head high

Calm and cautious

Bypass dangerous beaches and reefs

Welcome a bright future.

Cross-century America

Shoulders a sacred responsibility.

Let us be proud of it.

We are all from China! May Rainier (France) be your eyes.

I hope there is a plain.

And beautiful green forests.

Distant and gentle

Show it on the horizon under a clear sky.

Or a few beautiful hills.

Wandering, jumping,

Lan Qi pervades.

As if in soft air.

Or a few hills.

Or a forest, I hope.

You can hear it.

Huge waves of the sea

Surging, deep, gentle,

once in a while

It's right next to you.

Lament, as if talking about love.

In the intermittent waves.

You can hear it.

Close to you.

A pigeon

Sing in silence

whisper

Like falling in love.

In the faint shadow

You can hear it.

There is a clear spring gurgling

I hope you have flowers in your hand.

Your steps

Step on the fine sand road on the grass

Path rising

Descending turn

As if reaching into the depths of silence

A fine sand road

Your footprints are on it,

My footprints

I hope our footprints can help you.