Poems and memories of educated youth

What are you thinking about? Remember the village with green mountains and green waters?

Recalling the days when educated youths went to the countryside,

In 1978, that was a dream in my heart,

It was a coming, full The villages are full of beautiful persimmon trees.

The simple villagers welcome us.

They make us happy. We cheered and beat gongs and drums.

Our hearts are so excited and full of imagination.

Oh, we go to the mountains and countryside to bring glory to the country. We have a lot of scenery.

We build reservoirs. We transform farmland, we plant fruit trees,

We harvest wheat, we build reservoirs, we fight mountains and rivers,

When we rest, we talk about everything, dance and sing,

We are like the elves of pure beauty,

Full of happiness in the midst of pain and joy, who can compare?

We eat from the same pot, we sleep under the same roof,

We are happy and sad, but we are not discouraged,

We stand The mountains, looking into the distance, are the direction of home.

Sometimes we hide in the hut of the educated youth.

How much happiness and sorrow do we have in this hut?

We were happy together, and drunkenness poured into our chests.

Sometimes we hid in the embrace of the forest.

There was also that full of joy. The green hills,

the peaks, the autumn grass slopes, make people dream,

the sweet potatoes eaten raw, and the peanuts, peaches, apricots,

That's the smell of sweet potato leaves and peanut leaves,

And the smell of green grass, full of pastoral fantasy,

The aunt in the village, The big dumplings we made taste so good,

Burn our passion, my educated youth friends,

Who can come? Doused? My memories?

Sometimes I feel so sad. I don’t have any educated youth friends by my side.

Time is like smoke. We are really all old, all old.

Sometimes I drank alone, and I missed my educated youth friends.

Thirty-nine years passed in a blink of an eye. The years in my dream were so fast and unforgettable.

Party secretary, you are gone. Without leaving a word,

How brilliant your smile once was,

How much warmth you gave us, we will never forget it in this life,

In our , Wandering, in the destiny of the end of the world,

You always cover us, so that we are not lonely,

It is you who give us comfort when we are homesick,

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The educated young people go to the mountains and countryside, and the vast world has great potential!

Look at our noble labor and our great ideals,

Who can say that we are not glorious? Who can be as happy as us?

We are innocent, we love, that is the definition of our youth,

We are not afraid of difficulties, we move forward courageously,

We sing that song of youth Song, we are not sad,

The years are wasted, but our lives are full of brilliance!