Poetry of the educated youth going to the countryside. The road is full of spring and beauty. A car full of revolutionary posterity members of the Party issued a call for red flags and led the way int

Poetry of the educated youth going to the countryside. The road is full of spring and beauty. A car full of revolutionary posterity members of the Party issued a call for red flags and led the way into the village singing joyfully.

A school of spring and new things, a car full of revolutionary descendants. The party issued a call for red flags and sang happily all the way into the village. When entering a village, first recognize the people, hate whomever you kiss, don't sit on the wrong bench, and don't step on the wrong door. In the past, the soft mattress was loose, and I was lying in bed with empty thoughts. Now I roll on the mat, and my spine is pressed against the old poor peasant...