China, the boss today, is the cause of the elderly in China; Those who will produce young people in China in the future are those who are responsible for the youth in China. The old man He Zudao is not far from this world. My youth is new and I am attached to this world. If the house is empty, he will move to another place tomorrow, and I just entered this room today. No wonder people who move don't take care of the windows and clean the house, and laity keeps coming. If I am a teenager, I have a bright future, and I look back on the broad future. If China were a cow, a horse, a slave and a servant, it would be cruel to cook a whip, but I am a teenager; If China dominated the space and the earth, he would command the honor, but as a teenager, I enjoyed it, dying, and being a ghost's neighbor. What happened? He is indifferent and can still talk; I don't care, nor can I talk about it. If the country's teenagers become teenagers, then China is the future country, and the progress cannot be measured; If the youth of the whole country is the boss, then China is the country of the past, and its death can be postponed. Therefore, today's responsibility lies not with others, but with my youth. Teenagers are smart, rich, strong, independent, free and progressive, better than Europe and better than the earth. The red sun rises, and its road is bright; When a river comes down, it pours into Wang Yang. Dive into the depths of the dragon, scales flying; The milk tiger roars in the valley, and all the animals are surprised. Falcon wings, dust suction; Strange flowers are born, and they are called emperors. Dry hands can make a difference, but they can also make a difference. The sky wears its gray and the earth wears its yellow. Even if there were years, there were eight famines. The future is like the sea, and there is plenty of time. Beautiful, I am a young China person, and I am not old; Zhuang Zi, China teenager, borderless!

Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry"

Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now?

I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help bursting into tears.

Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut. The sun has feet, and it has moved gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes. I think he is in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed at dark, he passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.

What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time?

You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever?

Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge

I left quietly, just as I came gently;

I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.

The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;

Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.

Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;

In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!

The pool under the shade of the elm tree is not a clear spring.

It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in the floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass.

Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.

But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;

Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.

He Qifang, I Sing for Boys and Girls

I sing for boys and girls.

I sing in the morning,

I sing hope,

I sing about things that belong to the future.

I sing about the power of growth.

My song,

You can fly,

Fly to the hearts of young people

Find the place where you stay.

Everything that makes me tremble is like grass.

Happy or beautiful thoughts,

Turn it into sound, fly around,

Whether it's like a breeze

Or a piece of sunshine.

Gently from my strings

Losing the sadness of adulthood,

I'm young again,

My blood is bleeding fast,

I am full of dreams and longing for life.

Mao Zedong's "Qinyuanchun Changsha"

On 1925

Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island. You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish jumps shallowly, and everything in the frost is free. Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?

Took a hundred couples on a trip. Recalling the past, the years are thick. Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu. Point out that this country,

Inspire words, Wan Huhou's dirt. Remember hitting the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the speedboat?

Long live our youth

All along,

Come here often,

Let me knit for you,

With the golden thread of youth,

And the wreath of happiness,

Weave you.

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

Walking in the drizzle, marching in the early morning of the first snow,

There are also fierce arguments, a beating and warm heart. ...

It's a flash past,

This is also a day full of reverie,

Their wishes are vague,

Like the spring rain,

We have time and strength,

Have a firm belief,

We long for life,

Eager to fly in the sky.

It's a simple day, but also a changeable day.

Everything in the vast world surprises us.

Never cheerful, never indifferent,

Tears, laughter and deep thought are all the first time.

Go to all the days, go,

I move forward happily in my life,

What a heavy burden, I will not be weak,

What a bad day,

After busy studying,

I won't lose face after wiping my sweat and fighting;

I miss you, greet you and look at you proudly!

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