You are in the beautiful and rich fields of the motherland.

You are in the rushing river in China.

You are in the towering mountains of Jiuzhou.

You are in the blood of the people of China.

Youth, youth, where are you?

You are on the snowy mountain road on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

You are on the fertile grassland of Hulunbeier

You are in the smokeless depths of the Gobi Desert.

You are in Songtaolin Lake in Daxinganling.

Youth, youth, where are you?

You are by the Yalu River where the smoke is gone.

You are on horseback at the foot of the snowy mountain.

You're in the Wusuli River in the north, where it's freezing and snowy.

You are in the blue waters of Nansha.

Youth, youth, where are you?

You are a blue warship.

You fly into the sky in a silver fighter.

You rumble in a green chariot.

Your duty post in peacetime

Youth, youth, where are you?

You are on the coastal defense line of sunrise in the East China Sea.

You're on the patrol line on the western border

You are on the border bridge in the southern country of Bloom.

You are at the checkpoint of Northland fortress.

Youth, youth, where are you?

The mushroom cloud you flew over in the desert.

You are crossing the Yangtze River Bridge.

Your ten thousand-ton ship is sailing in the sea.

You fly on a satellite.

Youth, youth, where are you?

Next to you is a crude instrument.

You are in a hot rice field.

You are in a beaker of chemical reaction.

You are in front of the data of the instrument caliper.

Youth, youth, where are you?

You are in a big sunny campus.

You sing in the bright classroom.

The three-foot platform where you answer questions.

You are on the laughing road of a spring outing in the country.

Youth, youth, where are you?

You are in a sacred position to save lives.

Angels in white is your life guard.

You had an intense operation under the Gokage lamp.

Your smile wishes the patient a recovery.

Youth, youth, where are you?

You are by the steelmaking furnace where steel flowers are flying.

You are next to the grain pile in the harvesting field.

You are by the roaring loom.

You are in front of the dazzling counter.

Youth, youth, where are you?

You are on the site of a high-rise building.

A sea of boiling people. You are building a reservoir.

You burn the midnight oil at the airport pier.

You're in a cold, wet tunnel on the deep mountain railway.

Youth, youth, where are you?

You are on a trawler in the East China Sea fishing ground.

You reclaimed land in the western regions.

You are in the rubber forest of South Island.

You are in the black land on the border of northern Xinjiang.

Youth, youth, where are you?

You are in the vast and rich territory of China in the East.

You are in the blood of 56 nationalities in China.

You are in the splendid treasure house of 5,000 years of splendid civilization.

You took part in the peasant uprising against exploitation and oppression.

You are shouting to overthrow feudal imperial power and monarchy.

You took part in the parade to get rid of power and return my sovereignty.

In your quest for truth, a single spark can start a prairie fire.

You are in the war of national independence and national liberation

In the struggle to bury the exploitation system,

In the era of breaking monopoly, blockade and intimidation,

In the era of consolidating people's democratic political power,

You are in a life where people of all ethnic groups are masters of their own affairs.

I use my young self to describe my young dream. When the poet writes down the words of youth.

I see the seeds germinate and hope to blossom.

The power in my heart is generating.

One's youth is an impassioned March.

There are notes of struggle.

One's youth is a farewell song with a sigh.

Telling the desolation of waste

However, youth is for struggle, how can we tolerate extravagance and waste?

Youth is a plain face.

Facing the morning sun, looking at the distance, with dreams.

Youth is a pair of powerful hands.

Persist in hard work, dare to create and dare to resist.

Youth is a flower, a dream, and a movie of love and hate.

Youth is a poem, a song and a passing meteor.

Youth is the youth time written in the notes.

Youth is a stumbling block on the road to growth.

Youth gave me a young face.

Youth gave me an unyielding heart.

Youth is a battle.

The battlefield is my life.

I use my young self to describe my young dream.

I will use my youth to strengthen my youth home country.

Article 3 Youth, Youth One

beam with joy

Everyone wants to sprout and flourish.

Charming branches in full bloom

It seems that the whole port city is a scene of spring.

Colored brocade

Even the lake can't stand the breeze, and it surges round and round.

Infinite tenderness

Flowers with petals.

Take a nap in the fresh green, and create a cool breeze and clouds.

Like a sixteen-year-old girl

Butterfly dance, still ashamed

More like a seventeen-year-old boy.

cling obstinately to one's course

Earth-shattering-very novel and powerful

Fight against youth,

Full of coolness and dreams!

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I dragged the embroidery engraved with youth.

Together, it embodies the madness of teenagers, together.

Sprinkle it on boiling blood

Follow the blood vessels and get into the soul.

Every time I call, I secretly

Cold and lonely.

A little bit, a little bit, fission

One second, one inch, plump.

Even if you turn around, it is amazing and gorgeous.

Osmanthus fragrans in October is sweet.

Tiny petals are scattered on the branches.

Carve spring on cells that can temporarily think.

Print the beauty of spring and embroider the kiss of spring.

Let youth flow at your fingertips.

Let time be stored between gears.

Let melancholy bring sunshine.

Let youth be independent

Let youth cool down.

Let youth be stubborn and fragrant.

Like onions, these plants stand upright.

Like kapok, trees are straight and strong.

Coordinate the whole body, every fission

Stretched out in the richness of large films.

massive

Let youth gallop in the struggling port city

Don't worry.

Bloom into a big flower of youth.

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Like willow buds

It's hard to get out of the tiny branches.

Tiny fluctuations.

Cycle in the texture of life.

Like a dream spreading in my chest.

Thin and thick, brilliant but surging.

Like tears sliding through your fingertips.

Climb up your eyebrows like a smile.

At the core of the heart, proton fission occurs.

Hold your head high and stand shoulder to shoulder with the towering trees.

Let youth,

Let youth combine with the noise of jointing, and pour out a road that can brand time.

From Jiangnan, all the way south.

Put youth, put life,

Give it to this city called Gangcheng.

Talk to her and tell her.

divide

Sow youth in your city.

Grow up and face the wind!

Chapter IV Youth has dreams, but dreams are hard to have. Youth has dreams, but dreams are hard to have youth.

Maybe love.

Remember that year?

Green shoots appear first.

It's better to get a touch of red.

Colorful butterflies flying all over the sky

He hooked the soul of the leaves away.

Thank you. It's not over.

We still have an immature fire.

They are still green.

Not contaminated by the scale powder of butterfly wings

They grow up.

Learn to choose the essence of sunshine and rain.

Grow up

They began to disagree.

Different voices and looks

But the same emotion.

Because of love, confused and naive.

Fall in love with prosperity, infatuate with prosperity

From then on, I am willing to sleep, lazy youth.

Fragile dream

Fall in love with the morning sun and be loyal to it.

Since then, I have been martyred and willing to devote myself to fire.

Who is right and who is wrong?

Love is right and wrong.

Youth is a dream.

A dream is a seed.

The seed died.

Die of the sweetness of youth

That sweet and greasy youth

It's delicious.

You can only drink one spoonful.

Spoon or lamp

It's a farewell wine for heroes on their way.

A spoonful is still rich.

But take a look at the sweet spring that moistens my heart

It can also be the tomb of the comfortable.

If you are good at that youth.

You must have tasted dreams.

In the dream, your garden is Ipu.

Is it full of fragrance?

After the fragrance

The sweetness of apples

Make you happy and let you know that this is a dream.

This sweetness is perfect.

Youth has dreams, but dreams cannot have youth.

Youth always stumbles

Fell down and saw footprints on the ground

Get up, Chase.

Follow in the footsteps of predecessors

Stop and wait to see the footprints disappear.

Start dreaming, dreaming of the distance you will have.

When that day comes,

Stop and watch again.

Pay attention to the road you walk.

Start dreaming about your youth.

Few people can dream again.

Not every red flag can fly against the wind.

Not every direction is distance.

Maybe it's good to live in a dream.

Lock yourself in the moment of youth.

However, one night later.

Where can we dream tomorrow?

Young you, my youth, are cherry blossoms flying all over the sky.

Brilliant as a fairy, a scholar's heart is full of flowers.

Youth is a colorful cloud,

Bright and beautiful, the beauty's dance makes everything sublimate.

Youth is a dazzling firework,

All over the sky, the old man's eyes are soft,

Memories are so picturesque.

Youth is a hundred flowers that have not yet opened.

Wan Li, bloom, is everywhere. How can a wanderer not go home?

Think of perch, a fine product of returning home, who laughs at young people's short-term aspirations,

Don't bully the young and the poor, let a hundred flowers blossom for me.

Are we grass,

Jia Mu in the forest is beautiful, and the wind congratulates each other.

There is no need to worry about the years, Mo Fuchun will only repair them.

The poems of studying abroad are the same as those of Lin and Qu.

Don't worry about being proud of your life, don't pull a long face and talk endlessly.

Shaoguang Jiahua, instead of traveling with Hangzhou, go to the West Lake.

Youth is a fragrant orchid.

Not arrogant, fragrant, carefree, forget troubles.

Youth is a willow floating in the wind,

Swimming, swimming, graceful,

Youth is an elegant lotus, transparent and clear,

Elegant quality. Without the slightest flaw.

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