Literature Tribe Promotional Slogan

The propaganda slogan of the Literary Tribe is as follows:

1. The deer calls his friends, and he enjoys writing.

2. Youthful style, deer singing and literary dream.

3. If you speak with sufficient ambition, your words will be heard in the roar of a deer.

4. With warmth in my heart, a "deer" sounds.

5. When the deer comes and crows, my heart wanders; the fragrance of books overflows, and my heart is broad and bright.

6. There is a poem in my heart and the ink becomes a cloud. I see the deer singing in harmony in the deep forest.

7. The spring breeze welcomes the new year and the spring rain adds joy. Everything is silent, let's listen to the deer's call.

8. Poetry and distance, dreams and soul are all in "Deer Ming".

9. The "deer" is under my feet, ringing in my heart. There is rhyme in the article, and it lives up to this journey.

10. Show new culture and shape a new future; expand new knowledge and build a new Luming.

11. Named after a deer, read as a house of gold. Use the song as a guide, and read it as beautiful as jade.

12. Chase the "deer" of Yancheng and raise the "ming" of Xiaoxiang.

13. Know good books and read good articles; realize youth and meet the sound of deer.

14. Write about freedom with the pen of literature, and let the sound of the deer's roar spread thousands of miles.

15. A hundred schools of thought contend, talents compete with each other, poems and prose overflow, and clouds and fog are dispersed.

16. There was Bole there, waiting for a thousand-mile horse, but now there is a deer croaking, hoping for the phoenix to come.

17. There is a poem in my heart and the ink becomes a cloud. I see the deer singing in harmony in the deep forest.

18. Look up at the magnificence of literature and listen carefully to the elegance of the deer’s roar.

19. The "deer" is under my feet, ringing in my heart. There is rhyme in the article, and it lives up to this journey.

20. The spring breeze welcomes the new year and the spring rain adds joy. Everything is silent, let's listen to the deer's call.

21. With warmth in my heart, a "deer" plays.

22. When the deer comes and crows, my heart wanders; the fragrance of books overflows, and my heart is broad and bright.

23. The deer calls his friends, and he enjoys writing.