The Ballad of Youth

Yu Xi

In the golden autumn of October, the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms

The sky is high and the road runs into the distance

Is that rich fragrance the fruit of nothingness in autumn?

No, that is the breath of joy during the autumn harvest

It is the most urgent revelation given to us by the reincarnation of the four seasons

We belong to the four seasons,

Our years belong to spring

Our roots are rooted in the green campus

Our waists stand straight and climb upward

Our ideal is the blooming peach blossom< /p>

Our joy is a flying butterfly

Happiness and comfort are conveyed and exchanged in the sunshine

We stand together at the new starting line of youth

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There are also times when it is windy and rainy and we shiver

There are also times when we are traveling alone and we look forward and backward

There are also times when we are lost and we are helpless

Do you still remember the sound of reading that came with the sunshine?

“Young people don’t know the feeling of sorrow, so they fall in love with upstairs.

When they fall in love with stairs, they forcefully talk about sorrow in order to compose new words.”

“The sky does not leave any Traces of birds, but I have flown over

Your sunshine smiles at the winter in my heart,

Never doubting its spring flowers.”

< p>"I am born with talents that will be useful,

I will come back even if all my money is gone."

"Friends, believe firmly in the future,

Believe in the indomitable Work hard,

Believe in youth that conquers death,

Believe in the future, love life. ”

Youth is a rhythmic movement

Youth is. Singing the river running to the sea

Youth is a tree that flourishes upward in spring

Youth is an eagle, soaring to the highest sky

Youth has You are also a wounded beast at times

You must learn to lick your wounds alone in the dark

But you must have the posture, courage and dignity of the king of the forest

Mom Said: People who have youth are happy

Children say youth is my dream to fly far away

Adults say youth is my pride to guide the country

Old man People say that youth is a jar of fine wine that I have stored deep in my heart

It is secretly brewed with the ideals and blood and sweat of youth

The wise man said that youth is the result of learning, being rich, and being good at eight things

The brave man said that youth is a declaration that mountains are trampling under his feet

The cowardly and depressed people said that youth has no regret medicine?

We say

Youth is like faces dripping with sweat on the sports field

Youth is like pairs of eyes seeking treasures in hieroglyphics

Youth is a string of laughter like silver bells, rippling with joy

Youth is a line of running footprints, planting food

Youth rings all the way The most melodious melody

Youth is the most high-spirited and exciting song

You, me, we must sing youth the loudest

Let us Our hearts beat with the new era

Let our ideals fly like red flags

Let our future go to a splendid distance

Let our youthful years The hardest and shining

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no1

The morning sun,

full of moonlight Gentle,

The crystalline ice edges on the corners of the eaves,

dropping tears,

under its gentle touch,

sunshine Slowly melting,

quietly depicts the thin face of Roufeng

.

Let me ask you that that snowy night,

Where were you?

Tasting Hawaiian fruit liqueur;

Or dancing with the beach girls in the waves?

It is almost noisy now,

The city is about to wake up in the sunshine,

It is about to repeat the prosperous scene of yesterday,

At the beginning of a new day,

The ice edges have finally melted into the

spring rain sunshine...

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Not only Love is worthy of praise,

We can sing praises to youth and life,

Although we are still too young,

have not experienced too many storms, too many bumpy.

Not only the powerful are worthy of pursuit,

We can pursue our ideals and pursue happiness.

Although we are still too young,

have not accumulated much experience or wealth.

Not only success is worthy of celebration,

We can celebrate setbacks and failures.

Although we are still too young,

have not enjoyed too much success and too much joy.

Although we are young,

but the world will be burned by the passion released by youth,

This burning burst of light,

will Lead the world forward!

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Happiness,

is like rays of sunshine in the darkness,

the key to unlocking the soul,

Release the enthusiasm;

Happiness,

Like the paintings on the screen,

Delicate and elegant,

Stretched and hazy The mood;

Happiness,

Like lines of poetry in prose,

Eternal and beautiful,

Letting go and rising. Thoughts,

Happiness,

are like the sparkling lake,

like the red flowers spreading in the mountains,

like the yellow sand The rolling oasis,

Like the waterlogged sky...

Oh, are you happy?

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I am A young eagle,

has not yet been able to open its eyes;

I am a young eagle,

only desperately opening its small yellow mouth;

I am a young eagle,

has not yet grown full wings;

I am a young eagle,

I can only flap my immature arms.

But,

I am an eagle,

By the sounds of all things I hear:

I want to open my eyes ,

I want to fly with my wings,

I want to own the vast sky.

I am shouting loudly,

Set up great ambitions;

I am a descendant of eagles,

I want to soar into the sky!

Preface to Long Live Youth

Wang Meng

All days, all days come,

Let me weave you with The golden thread of youth,

and the necklace of happiness, weave you together.

There are singing and laughing on the small boat, the dancing on the campus under the moon,

Outing in the drizzle, marching in the morning with the first snow,

There is also the enthusiasm Arguments, beating, warm hearts...

The days passed in the blink of an eye, and they were also days full of daydreams.

The wishes are blurred, like spring rain, < /p>

We have time, strength, and burning faith.

We are eager to live and fly in the sky.

It is a simple day, but it is also a changeable day.

The vast world surprises us in everything.

We are always cheerful and never indifferent. ,

Tears, laughter, deep thoughts, all for the first time.

Let all the days go, let them go,

I move forward happily in life,

I will not weaken no matter how heavy the burden is. ,

I will not be embarrassed in such a serious battle;

One day, after wiping the gun, wiping the machine, and wiping the sweat,

I miss you, Greeting you,

And watching you with pride

Sympathy of the Century

Author: Chen Jingwen

I am a neighbor of Jingying

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Often play with the various charms

Also smile and carry away the thousands of condensed waves

Leap into the feng shui of the century

Green Last night's new branches

Reddened the girl's sleeping state

I who disdain the sailing sea of ??poems

also broke into the artistic conception

reviewing the morning light The foggy pines

The magnificent mind

Day after day in the Modao snow season

There are stars in the early morning

Looking at the southern country Portuguese flag

Farewell after four hundred years

The era when they performed

Three and a half million in succession

Interpretation of the rising and falling sun

The national spirit painted red

The route of the red boat in South Lake

and the future it carries

This is the true story of that century

Every ripple is blended with blood and fire

Every wave is marked with rise and fall

The great men left behind serf halberds Gone

The history they completed

is for future generations to tailor

The descendants of our communists

continue Truth

Let the fire of conscience rehearse simplicity

Daze Township in the desolation of return

Warming about the first success of the peasant uprising

Everything Everything has changed

What remains unchanged is the calling of the sickle and ax

The love of different roads leading to the same destination

Li Zicheng is also under Jiuquan

< p>Groaning at their contribution

I just didn’t expect it

How could there be fiber in these two OOO days

Red as snow and white as snow

It is the ghost of the century

Let all life end and linger

The prelude to the great unity of Kyushu

Let responsibility pull Open

The years are changing and new life is on the way

The details are touching and real and unbearable

Different moods

Create different expressions

< p>The vast China--

What a big stage

The internal and external troubles just disappeared

Rolling the hydrangea on the lion

Under the influence of folk customs

In the dragon's back posture

In the repetition of folk customs

Indulging ideals

The public's Unfortunately, it is buried by the public

Even though there are spaceships flying in the sky and red flags falling to the ground

Public opinion is on the success or failure of socialism

We still believe that

Hometown of the October Revolution

The value of the roaring artillery fire

Remember with the soul

"Workers of the world unite"

A century Characteristics

The proletarians began to implement

Reversing history

Political power belonged to the Soviets

Then and then

And then There is the sword of Nanchang City

There are also footprints on the snowy mountains and grasslands

Intertwined into the number 1949

Half a century has been intense

The continuation of the heroic spirit of the Red Army

Ah, the flag rolls and the clouds are soothing

Blood resolves the majestic and merciful sea of ??suffering

Another "east wind prevails over the west wind"

< p>Is faith forging arrogance

Or confidence sweeps away the haze

Anyway, anyway, everything that is not available can be achieved

China’s thunder

The podium of the United Nations is miraculous

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This is how we are

From the baptism of five thousand years

Going through this century-old moment

Using the Shaanxi pronunciation of "The East is Red"< /p>

Using Deng Gong’s southern tour

Stand firm in the past swings

To the beginning of this poem

Be kind to the Chinese heart

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The moment of retreating from the Portuguese flag

The heroism boils the northern and southern borders

Looking back at the vicissitudes of life, the old rain and the new firewood

Ah, blessings come to China< /p>

Even history is so generous

The entire human race

Who can use the acceptance of "return to my unity"

Awaken the dawn of the century< /p>

China is changing its crown and clothes

To inspect the love of its children

It is a change from ancient precepts

It is a majesty from the new

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It is from tradition that we become talented

We punished discouragement with pride

We also used humility to stop failure

When the morning glory of the century spread to The passion of our nation

The East in tears blurs the bloody field

Complete a longing

Took back how much should not be

A political party that is good at summarizing

is also successfully registering everything

The people's longing is the trademark in their arms

Millions of years of sun and moon dripping into lava

One hundred years is too short and fifty years is too urgent

Prospect is our quality

No time to mourn for the past

Lead your persistence on the road

What is needed should continue

Reasonably explains the existence

Thousands of subjects are refining this eternal essence from their thinking

The forest of ethnic groups is luxuriant and towering

It is flourishing with the glory of the century

The descendants of Yan and Huang walking through history

With the courage to soar into the sky

Written with our passion

Written with our perseverance

My motherland, everything can be changed

Only the original intention of our children cannot be changed. Change

So, we call the past love

So, we call the present surging

So, the way we will move forward

< p>It is called carrying forward the past and opening up the future

Xu Zhimo - the happiness of snowflakes

If I were a snowflake,

flying gracefully in the air,

I must know my direction clearly——

Flying, flying, flying,——

There is my direction on this ground.

Don’t go to the cold and lonely valley,

Don’t go to the desolate foothills,

Don’t go to the deserted streets to feel melancholy——

< p>Flying, flying, flying,——

Look, I have my direction!

Flying in the mid-air,

I recognized the quiet residence,

Waiting for her to visit in the garden——

< p>Flying, flying, flying, -

Ah, she has the fragrance of cinnabar plums!

At that time, relying on my lightness,

I touched the skirt of her clothes

close to her gentle wave of heart——

Xiaorong, Xiaorong, Xiaorong——

Melt into her soft heart!

Gu Cheng---I am a willful child

Maybe

I am a child spoiled by my mother

I am willful< /p>

I hope

every moment

is as beautiful as a colored crayon

I hope

to be with my beloved Draw on the white paper

Draw clumsy freedom

Draw an eye that will never

cry

A piece of Sky

A piece of feathers and leaves belonging to the sky

A light green night and apples

I want to draw the morning

Draw Dew

The smile that can be seen

Draw all the youngest ones

Love without pain

She has never seen the clouds< /p>

Her eyes are the color of the clear sky

She will always look at me

Forever, looking

Never suddenly turn her head away

I want to draw distant scenery

Draw a clear horizon and water waves

Draw many happy rivers

Draw the hills -

covered with light fur

I let them be very close

Let them fall in love

Let everyone A tacit consent

Every quiet burst of spring excitement

becomes the birthday of a little flower

I also want to draw the future

I have never seen her, and it is impossible

But I know she is beautiful

I drew her autumn windbreaker

I drew those burning candles And Maple Leaf

Draw many hearts that are extinguished because of loving her

Draw a wedding

Draw a picture of waking up every morning Festival -

It has glass candy paper on it

and illustrations of northern fairy tales

I am a willful child

I think Paint away all misfortunes

I want to paint all the windows on the earth

Let all the eyes that are accustomed to darkness

be accustomed to light< /p>

I want to draw the wind

Draw the mountains that are taller than the last one

Draw the desire of the Eastern people

Draw the next The sea -

The boundless sound of joy

Finally, on the corner of the paper

I also want to draw myself

Draw A koala

He sat in the dark Victoria forest

Sitting on a quiet branch

In a daze

He has no home

No heart left far away

He only has many, many dreams

Berry-like dreams

And big, big eyes

I was hoping

Thinking

But I don’t know why

I didn’t get the crayon< /p>

Didn’t get a colorful moment

I only had me

My fingers and the pain

Only the tearing pieces

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Beloved white paper

Let them look for butterflies

Let them disappear from today

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I am a child

A child spoiled by an imaginary mother

I am willful

Shu Ting's "To the Oak" is a favorite of many current reciters. A compulsory poem.

To the Oak

Shu Ting

If I love you——

It will never be like a climbing flower in the sky,

I borrow your high branches to show off myself;

If I love you——

I will never imitate the infatuated bird,

Repeat a monotonous song for the green shade ;

It is not just like a spring,

bringing cool comfort all year round;

It is not just like a dangerous peak, increasing your height and setting off your majesty.

Even daylight.

Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok tree near you,

standing with you as the image of a tree.

The roots are clenched in the ground,

The leaves are touching in the clouds.

Every time the wind passed by,

We all greeted each other,

But no one

understood our words.

You have your copper branches and iron trunks,

Like a knife, like a sword,

Also like a halberd,

I have my

Like a heavy sigh,

Also like a heroic torch,

We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt;

< p>We enjoy the mist, mist, mist, and rainbow,

It seems like we are separated forever,

But we are still dependent on each other for life,

This is the great love ,

Consistency is here:

Not only do I love your majestic body,

I also love the position you insist on, the land under your feet.

1. Youth is blue, like the far-reaching clear sky and the charming ocean.

Profound, vast and full of fantasy.

Youth is green, like green bamboo and open grassland.

Full of infinite vitality and vitality.

Youth is red, like burning flames, like the rising sun.

Vibrant and full of hope, willing to selflessly dedicate light and warmth.

Youth is white, like snow and waves, like clouds and moon, white and flawless.

Like a piece of white paper, like written words, I love to draw the latest and most beautiful pictures.

Youth is colorless. Like the wind, it is ever-changing, and like the fog, it is gorgeous and charming.

Indulge it and regret it for life; control it and ride the wind and waves.

Youth is colorful. If you have it, you will have a colorful life.

Youth is a beautiful poem and a beautiful song.

Let us grasp it sincerely and let the flower of youth bloom in all seasons.

Youth

Are the clouds still lingering in the sky?

But the flower of youth blooms without hesitation?

Someone said?

The petals of youth treasured in the album of life

Maybe just?

A pair of eyes that can never be forgotten?

A heart-warming one The smile?

I want to say?

The light of youth?

Will it be very bright when it rises?

Youthful Flowers?

Will they shine brightly after experiencing wind, frost, snow and rain?

The journey of youth?

Only after continuous struggle can a magnificent chapter be written

2. The poem of youth

Youth is a song

A song that never gives up

Youth is a song

The never-ending river

Youth is a book

A book you can never tire of reading

Youth is a cup of tea

Endless tea< /p>

Youth is a building

Standing at the peak of the nation

Engraving the footprints of thousands of young people

Youth is a building

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The Pagoda of Knowledge

Sprinkling the sweat of thousands of young people

Youth is a tree that is growing vigorously

Being exposed to the wind The test of being exposed to the rain

Youth is a flower

A bud ready to bloom

I want to show my unique style to the world

I Give yourself a gift of youth with a passionate

heart of youth

That is the poem of youth

《 Believe in the future"

Forefinger

When the spider web mercilessly sealed off my stove

When the remaining smoke of ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty

< p>I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment

Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future

When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew

When my flowers are nestled in the feelings of others

I still stubbornly use the frost-covered dead vines

to write on the desolate earth: Believe in the future

I want to use my fingers to surge towards the horizon of the waves

I want to use my palm to support the sea of ??the sun

The warm and beautiful pen swaying with the dawn

Write in a child's handwriting: Believe in the future

The reason why I firmly believe in the future

I believe in the future. People's eyes

She has opened The eyelashes of the dust of history

She has pupils that can see through the chapters of the years

No matter what people think about our rotten flesh

The melancholy of being lost and the pain of failure

Should we express moved tears and deep sympathy

Or should we give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule

I firmly believe that people have deep feelings for us

< p>Those countless explorations, losses, failures and successes

will definitely give enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluations

Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation

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Friends, believe firmly in the future

Believe in indomitable efforts

Believe in youth that defeats death

Believe in the future and love life

University campus article/Jianjia Chuge

There are still a few kind flowers left on the lawn

The sun is still burning warmly

The infatuated sparrow in the dormitory Confessing my thoughts in autumn

Lonely me

Sitting next to a familiar teaching building

Accompanying the still setting sun

Seeing

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The hands of time

Erode the earthen wall of youth

Without the laughter of youth

How lonely the sky would be

< p>Looking at the scenery of life from a distance

The ups and downs of feeling

All coming

Brothers sleeping on the upper bunk

You at the same table

Are you still mumbling that you once

The murmur of scriptures

The leaves of acacia have fallen one after another

But the heart is still intoxicated for a long time

On the school road shaded by white magnolia

Car Ling Ruchao

Countless young students walked past me

Without stopping

The sunshine was like a word

My affectionate eyes were moistened

Waving my hand

Farewell to Jingjing Campus

In the bitter cup full of coffee

I started looking

The taste of white sugar cubes