I am in urgent need of some lyric poems, about the May 4th youth, which will be recited in about 5 minutes. Thank you.

There was a time.

Will never be dusty by time and space.

There are some past events.

How many hearts of China youth have lived in it.

There is a slogan

Like lanterns that suddenly appear in the dark.

There is a sound.

This is irresistible.

Occupy the sky deep in my mind.

Some things

It is harder than a diamond.

sometimes

sometimes

You will think of them.

Then let the touch wet your eyes.

Open the mirror of the May 4th Movement.

It can't be closed anymore.

Loud songs are flying all over the sky.

Let the blood flow in the veins of the Yellow River.

All the faces became extremely serious.

All the passion overflowed my heart.

Beautiful rivers and mountains are delicious.

Here comes the knife.

A fork is unwilling to lag behind.

The traitorous government was all smiles.

Like a poodle wagging its tail and begging.

When "Mr. De" and "Mr. Sai" knocked at the door,

They have a straight face again.

"Our factory only makes good citizens.

We like to close the door. "

At the Paris Peace Conference full of perfume

The glory of the victorious country can't eliminate the shame of "May 9th".

And poor Shandong.

Your scarred body has done nothing to ease the pain.

The sleeping lion awoke from the madness.

Crazy iron hoof, heavy sunshine

A dry river

A window of crimson flowers.

Those humiliated consciences flapped their wings

Those hands tied tightly by the "Twenty-one Articles"

This shocked Tianyu.

Is it a tribute to the October Revolution?

The one that shines on the earth

Is it the dawn of socialism?

Let suffering become sweet in flesh and blood.

Let youth be in passion, generate.

Let those traitors cramp into a pile of testimony for years.

Some people say that one day is equal to a hundred years.

Drums and bells become an indelible background.

80 years to purify every dawn.

What you have in your hand is not a slogan, but a declaration.

It is not tears that scratch the face, it is love.

Stop talking about discrimination and slavery.

Lonely and helpless

Our dictionary only says:

Cherish and magnificent

Blood is coming out.

And let it flow freely.

Where blood clots.

Will pour out thousands of rays of sunshine to welcome new students

I mentioned the May 4th Movement.

After vicissitudes of life, I am still young.

It is right in front of us.

Tell us what can truly become eternal.

Tonight, in the warm light,

It's getting clearer and clearer

Is that the sound of a heartbeat?

Getting closer and closer to our souls.

Are they the lives we will miss forever?

Then who said to us:

"Take away once melancholy and sadness.

Lead your youth and enthusiasm.

2 1 brilliant dream of the century.

Let the future of the motherland become stronger.

Let the spirit of the May 4th Movement fly in the morning breeze.

You are a mirror of the motherland.

Polish yourself with dedication and sincerity.

Reflect the spirit of China people to the whole sky. "

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Go, human, go!

I stood alone on the top of the high mountain;

Go, human, go!

I face the infinite sky.

Go, young man, go!

Herbs are buried in the valley;

Go, young man, go!

Sorrow was given to the crow at dusk.

Go, dream, go!

I broke the jade cup of fantasy;

Go, dream, go!

I smiled and was congratulated by the mountain wind and the waves.

Go, all kinds, go!

At present, there is a mountain peak in the sky;

Go, everything, go!

There is infinity at present!

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Chinese boy

One comes from the lofty and steep plateau,

I am the snow lotus on the iceberg;

B from Treasure Island surrounded by blue waves.

I am a milk swallow in the sea breeze;

C comes from the vast grassland,

I am a young eagle flying under the blue sky;

Ding came from the loess slope with seven ditches and eight beams.

I am Shandandan, who is fresh and tender by the Yellow River.

Qi! The hope of land growth in China,

We are China teenagers!

Ding Jiuqu's Yellow River taught me perseverance,

Jia Mang (Mng) Mang Kunlun (lún) taught me to stand tall,

C taught me that what is pure is the snowflake in the north.

B What taught me to be warm was the red cotton in southern Xinjiang.

Jia Yi Long's hometown, the cradle of the nation,

Beautiful mountains and rivers, our home.

As soon as I entered the vigorous jìng majestic Chinese characters,

Feel the heroic spirit of Water Margin and Three Kingdoms;

B to picturesque Tang poetry and Song poetry,

Appreciate the bells of Fengqiao and the lonely smoke in the desert;

C babbled in grandma's songs,

The story of Nuwa (wā) and Dayu (Y incarnation) haunts my ears;

Dshāng is a toddler in grandpa's arms.

Dongzi and Lei Feng's footsteps lead me forward.

Chinese people, Chinese people,

Black eyes and yellow skin, the appearance remains the same.

At the end of the month in butyl five, the heart follows the dragon boat to chase the soul of poetry.

Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the full moon sends me thoughts.

At the Bao 'ao (o) package meeting, archery and wrestling showed the tenacity of small herders;

Holding Ha (h m) Da with one hand, singing and dancing, and blessing my friends.

The beauty of the East nourishes the offspring of the dragon,

Five thousand years of culture is rooted in our hearts.

We remember the advantages and disadvantages of Chinese mothers.

Not to mention what she has suffered.

Qiàn can't pull his question mark-like body straight,

The ancient bricks of the Great Wall can't stop the shrapnel of foreign guns.

c！ It's a spark in July, a boat in South Lake,

Let the oriental lion rise from the nightmare.

The blood of a pioneer revived the frozen soil for thousands of years,

China only smiles at young people.

The Story of Spring resounded throughout the country.

China! Opened a brand-new picture.

Today, history and future will be welded by us.

The baton of the times depends on us,

Standing at the new starting line, loudly answer:

Qi teenager wants to write a poem by China (cuǐ) Can (càn)!

A don't expect sunshine everywhere under your feet.

B don't fantasize about sunny days overhead,

C is not infatuated with the honey pot hotbed given by his father and brother.

Ding doesn't forget the "most dangerous time" battle song flying!

A wants to be the flagship of breaking the waves,

B wants to build a rocket to propel the spaceship.

Third, cut off poverty like a sword.

Ding wants to connect the world with love.

Jia Ding listened, and Lu Sheng (shēng) and suǒ na played together.

Look, the swallow and fly with me the eagle.

Fifty-six flowers are blooming,

Decorate the Wan Li Garden.

One that makes the souls of ancestors proudly marvel:

Qi! This is my China!

This is China boy!

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Pay tribute to the May 4th Youth Day.

Youth,

A dynamic person;

Youth,

My China.

I'm going to shout,

Shake off the sludge and rotten tiles attached to the great rivers and mountains;

I want to use my blood,

Melt the rivers, lakes and seas that will freeze.

Young China,

Managing China,

My China.

Is patriotism a crime?

But you are facing a traitor's butcher's knife;

Does patriotism have merit?

But many of you have not enjoyed the sweetness of the new China.

Ah!

The dragon of China,

The Great Wall of China,

The Yellow River in China,

The youth of China,

My young China. ...

19 19 years of youth has passed.

Youth is gone forever,

The annual rings will never come back,

History will never come back,

But she will always be remembered on the monument of the Chinese nation.

Shine endlessly.

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Song of Youth

What is youth?

Grass said, youth is me, growing quietly.

The tree said, youth is me, hold high my ideal.

Green leaves say that youth is me, a dull life and an ordinary image.

Honghua said that youth is me, blooming with beauty and fragrance.

What is youth?

Sparrows say that youth is me, dreaming under the eaves every night.

Magpie said, youth is me, singing in the branches every day.

Goose said, youth is me, looking for fragrance in spring and autumn.

The eagle said that youth is me, spreading my wings and flying freely in the blue sky.

What is youth?

The flute said that youth is me, those happy times.

Bamboo flute said that youth is me, those who have been hurt.

The horn says, youth is me, ready to fight with a sword.

Drums say that youth is me, and I want to fight bloody battles.

What is youth?

Youth may be the wandering of green leaves in the drizzle.

Youth may be the melancholy of safflower in misty fog.

Youth may be grass growing in the east wind.

In the bright sunshine, youth may be the power of trees.

What is youth?

Youth may not be, that beautiful flower.

But we are willing to do it, which sets off beautiful green leaves.

Youth may not be the crown of honor.

But we are willing to do so, which weaves the thorns of honor.

What is youth?

Youth may be that we are full of joy and gallop on the vast grassland.

Youth may be that we are full of longing and climb the majestic mountains.

Youth may be that we are not afraid of loneliness and cross the desolate desert.

Youth may be how brave we are when sailing in the rough sea.

What is youth?

When the horn of danger blows, youth may be more brilliant.

We put down the piccolo and clenched our angry swords and guns.

Youth may be more, when the drums of revitalization ring.

We threw away the flute and defended the prosperity of the country with blood and life.

Youth, this is youth.

Youth may be a beautiful and pure folk song.

Youth may be a passionate and romantic love song.

Youth may be an ideal struggle song.

Youth may be a brave hymn.

Let's clap together and cheer for youth.

Let's sing this song of youth together.