Young City
Author: Ai Qing
I have been to many places
This city is the youngest one
It is so beautiful
It is love at first sight
It is not a mirage in the vast sea
It is not Penglai Wonderland
Its every plant and tree
It is all made of blood and sweat
You say it is a city
But it has pastoral scenery
You say it is a countryside
But there are many factories
In the lush woods
There are rows of factories
Amidst the noise of birds
< p>There is the sound of the motorThe air is so fresh
Smell the fragrance of the countryside
The breeze blows gently
The greenery is stirred up The waves
It is like a pioneer
The whole body is bathed in sunshine
Facing the thousands of miles of Gobi Desert
The eyes are shining with hope
More like a warrior
The surging enthusiasm of the revolution
As long as there is an order
Push forward
Construction sites are everywhere
The sound of labor is boiling
My heart is rolling along with the trolley
on the gravel road
Sunny days, snowy days
At dawn, at dusk
Three hundred and sixty days a year
Watch it thirty-six thousand times
Because it is always moving forward
Changing appearance all the time
Because I saw the growth of New China through this city