Praise July, 90 years of rain and blood,
Sprinkle blood, advance wave after wave, arduous.
We raise the flag to learn from the martyrs and do great things with scientific development.
Do great things, the people are rich and the country is strong, and the whole people are happy.
Poetry 2: Youth in July
July of filariasis
Filariasis in July
This is the last heat of summer.
As long as you don't miss it.
Even if there is nothing wrong with youth.
The burning heart of a teenager
What is the definition of youth?
Is confused, rebellious, naive, persistent.
Still can't say?
Such a colorful and noisy dream
Such a dull and silent pain
It will evaporate into the sky.
Watch the road quietly
Later, when teenagers hummed.
What a complicated idea.
The days of youth are full of brilliance.
It's just novelty, deceiving my eyes.
The road to youth is actually a long way.
But young, I took the wrong ship.
The song of youth is full of sadness and joy.
Listening and singing, tears wet your smile.
Youth, how much nostalgia.
Think about it, another year has passed.
Young people in those years
Like a summer.
The sun shines on our fiery faces.
Rain in July
Thousands of lines
Drag and fall
Cut off youth