A short poem praising the Youth League.

Faith follows Zhao Xinfeng's ups and downs, blood rushes to your persistent faith, follows your footsteps into your footsteps, and leaves your strong memory in your mind. You belong to the vast grassland, galloping with my pentium thoughts, you belong to the vast desert, criss-crossing in the long river of dreams and sunset. The bell of your life is sonorous, and your pious blood is like a torch. You are the road under my feet, loaded with stubborn body in twists and turns, and you are the deep soil where my life flourishes. You are the emotional sky, and the long river of life turns into a burning poem. Persistence and strength tear off the cloak of hypocrisy. Sincerity and openness warmed the once cold, opened the once weak chest and dried the bottom of my heart, making a tidal spring rain. My emotions know you, my spirit meets you, I listen to your voice-blending with the tide, I watch your traces in the distance-intertwined with the sky, and I no longer avoid the wind, frost, rain and snow. I am no longer afraid to identify with the supported beliefs. Break into the world you conquered, put your head on the shoulder of the mountain and put your hands in the arms of the cloud. The mountains echoed with the melody of * * *, and Yunfei was filled with sad thoughts. When you are tired, you can pick a bunch of wild chrysanthemums in the mountains. You don't expect a pause. The footprint you are pursuing tells a long story. From your solid footprints, I trudged out the meaning of life. From the chopped thorns, I know the history you created. Tragic conquest replaced the melancholy and solid steps, replaced the belief that stagnation once disappeared. When the storm hit, I resolutely chose you again. I chose to go back and choose you, and then I chose a heroic career, endless. I chose a green living space. The fog stopped my step. The rain once wet my wings. My faith is planted in your land. The young heart no longer trembles. This is an invitation to keep my confidence in you as scheduled in the future. This is an irresistible call and becomes an eternal theme. The following is not to repeat your mark. What I admire in my heart is your courage to follow, not blindness. The purpose is to imitate, create a new sky, and it is meaningful to gather beliefs in your body. That's a continuation of your good hope. Faith is stirring in your chest. I hold my breath and look forward to the future. I accompanied you through the spring and autumn seasons. I cut off the thorns that cut my cheek. The rainbow in the sky reflects sweat and tears. The long journey deepened my thoughts. The branches of life revealed my birth. I sail to you in the wild waves of spring, and my young body stands proudly on the tide. I brushed away the ups and downs of life and let the ideal flag fly in my chest. When hardships turn into smoke, when faith turns into heroic feats, I will water this burning land with my youth and blood. Join this group. We are the sea of flowers in May, embracing the times with youth. We are the rising sun, igniting the future with our lives. The torch of the May 4th Movement aroused the national awakening. The grand cause inspires us to forge ahead. Glory, China Youth League, Glory, China Youth League. Mother named us after materialism, and we started a new world. We are the inheritors of capitalism.