When grief has made a dream for twenty years.
When laughter replaces the sadness of failure
The moment when the dream is full.
We are full of passion.
Feiyangqi
Imagination of spiritual strength
There is a spirit called struggle.
In a difficult or stable life
Is so free and easy.
Veins of every bone and muscle in the body.
Stretch bloody and vigorous.
The Aegean wave that shocked Athens
There is a spirit called strength.
Hold your breath for the last time.
Meet the enemy in the distance.
Swing your arm back and forth
Courage and will to mix with concrete.
Once lost discoveries and now grasped.
The future example is resounding.
There is a spirit called moving.
Great joy, great sorrow and great ups and downs
The sound of burning passion colliding
The sun rises with Ran Ran.
A flag that complements the applause of flowers.
Sprinkle a ray of hope in tears
Perfect performance
Jumping notes become eternal pictures.
Eternal and unique beauty
(of women) beautiful enough to lead to the downfall of a city or a country ―― destructive beauty.
Title: Salute to May 4th Youth Day.
Text: 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,
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.
The distance is far and the mountain is high.
Wang Guozhen
The mountain is high, the road is far away, the cry is silent, and the silence is a silent call. No matter the agitation is not calm, I pray that as long as it is not dull, if the distance calls me, I will be towards the distant. If the mountain calls me, I will go to the mountain, my feet will be worn out, and then the sunset will smear the path, and my hands will be scratched, turning thorns into azaleas. There is no road longer than feet, and there is no mountain higher than people.