Ask for a poem and prose for Youth Day 54. Both original and non original are available.

"The Fire of May Fourth Never Goes Out".

Ninety-four years have passed.

May Fourth" Torch of Victory.

Still shining in my heart.

That light once woke up the new China that had been sleeping for a hundred years.

Let the river run faster.

Like an angry dragon soaring into the sky.

A thunderclap shook the earth.

The shouts of hot-blooded youths.

I returned Qingdao and refused to make a peace treaty".

Such as volcanic eruptions are unstoppable.

Let the world look at the Chinese nation anew.

A new China of democracy and science.

A new China that is no longer at the mercy of others.

A new new China that marches forward in unity.

Bright red, bright red blood.

It has turned into the colorful glow of today's sky.

It became a petrel fighting in the wind and waves.

Our new China has developed scientifically in the course of reform.

The ever-changing changes have attracted the attention of the world.

We are proud to be new Chinese.

We believe that the May Fourth flame will never be extinguished.

"Autumn Border" Huang Lihao It wasn't until autumn that I saw the face of time The flower pedicle of the fruit The shadow of the swaying journey The past, the present, the bewildered From the slope of the sea Connecting the boundless life There are weeds and not many good weather You are dancing in the dark, summer has passed The rainy season You are experiencing the adventures of a stranger Several times to change the idea of going home. There is a bright grassland, there are no corners, and there are no edges, the love you carry, a little more hesitation (Gui Yansheng excerpt from "Flower City") November 2011.

Something is rearranged" Huang Lihao The world lurks in subtle changes The smell of coffee wafts out in the morning, like the glow of the sun from the nest The olive trees outside the window still maintain the moisture since the early hours of the morning The sound of small footsteps brings the sense of hearing to the distance And the fisherman who returned from the sea, he sat in the yard and saw a bird looking for food in the trees. He wrote back to China in his dreams. The ocean is forgotten, the iceberg collapses At this time, the things that God cherishes are rearranged (Han Wenzeng from Jinyang.com) June 2011.

ps: I'm sorry I only found these two, see if you can use them.

The child is determined to go out of the country, and he vows not to return if he can't learn to become famous.

We are wise men of life.

We have lost our way in history.

In the vicissitudes of time.

After the washing of wind and rain.

Today we are full of pride.

With the courage to praise his father to chase the sun.

To catch up with modern civilization.

Show the world's astonished gaze.

We are the pride of society.

We love to weave colorful dreams.

Let life be clothed in brilliant colors.

We use enthusiasm to expel the shadows.

We use our hands to create the future.

Bathed in the sunshine and rain of the new century.

Mercedes-Benz is on the road to building a well-off society.

We sow the ideal with an annual output of 300,000 tons of lead and zinc.

Looking forward to the realization of the goal of becoming stronger and bigger.

The blueprint has been drawn.

The horn of progress has been sounded.

On the journey of modernization.

Let us beat the drums of "innovation and efficiency".

Raise the banner of "trumpet, hand, post".

Swagger. Towards the glory of the new century.