I take responsibility for the youth of poetry

After reading the post of the landlord, I couldn't help but feel a spirit, consciously seven meridians and eight veins for one of the smooth, seven tricks also opened six and a half, since ancient heroes out of the youth, the landlord is young, there is a talent through the heaven and earth, the wisdom of the country, the ancients, the dragon and the phoenix chick have to be a and the world, and now, God bless me in Greater China, 5000 years of vicissitudes, a thunder on the flat ground of China Shenzhou, flying sand and stones, dancing in the sky, hazy, only to see a golden armor god standing between heaven and earth, this hero is holding a double axe, two eyes like electricity, One axe goes down, chaos first opens, two axes go down, Nuwa creates people, three axes go down, and Xiaosheng falls. Getting this great hero, the luck of patience, and the blessing of the people, how can it not make people cry with joy. The ancients had a young landlord say that as evidence, the young landlord is like the red sun rising, and its way is bright; The river flows out of the subterranean flow, and the ocean is poured out; The hidden dragon soars into the abyss, and the scales and claws are flying; The milk tiger roars in the valley, and the beasts are terrified; The eagle falcon tries its wings, and the wind and dust are sucked up; The first child of the strange flower, the emperor; The cadres will be hairy, and there will be their mangs; The sky wears its blue, and the earth wears its yellow; Throughout the ages, there are eight wildernesses; Xiaosheng's admiration for the landlord is like a surging river, the sea is dry and the stones are rotten, the sky is cracked, and the heart will never change.

After reading the landlord's post, I couldn't calm down for a long time. As Lao Tzu said: the big sound is sound, and the elephant is invisible.

I finally understand what I am lacking, which is the heavy sense generated by the landlord's persistent pursuit of truth and the landlord's arduous practice of ideals. In the face of the landlord's post, I was so shocked that I could barely move, the landlord's kind of cracking paper is about to come out, so that I can't help but open the landlord's post again and again, every time I read it, the appreciation will be a few points, I always wonder, whether there is a god flexible under its beautiful appearance, so that people can not know the taste of meat in March, so that people have the feeling of lingering and lingering, three days endlessly. Landlord, you write so well.

The only thing I can do is put this post on top.

The landlord's post is really well written. The writing is smooth, the rhetoric is decent, and it has won the legacy of the Wei and Jin dynasties, and it has carried forward the Tang style and Song bones into the wood, and I can see this post of the landlord in my lifetime. It's really a blessing in my three lives.

After reading this post by the landlord, I actually had an indescribable sense of grief - ah, such a good post, if I can't see it again in the future, then what should I do? So what should I do? It wasn't until I bookmarked this post from the landlord without hesitation that the excitement in my heart gradually calmed down.

But I immediately thought, such a good post, if others can't see it, then isn't it a waste of the landlord's effort? After a painful ideological struggle, I finally made up my mind to sacrifice my small self and dedicate my big self. I'm going to take out this post and dedicate it to the world, and I'm going to top this post all the way up, up!

Top until everyone sees it!

A river with no end is called Far Away.

A ticket without a return trip is called vagrancy.

An unechoed call called loneliness.

A string of directionless footprints is called hesitation, oh friend.

I can only wander.

I can only hesitate.

I weave the cocoon of fate.

It's also a dream garment, friend.

I don't want to wander.

I don't want to linger.

I want to bite open the cocoon of fate.

Release your youth to fly--- Butterfly Dream" Lin Yan.

Listen. The snow and ice are slowly melting.

See. The swallows are flying back to the north.

The spring of life is taking brisk steps.

Quietly came to us.

Let's learn from the diligent gardener.

To the hot land of youth.

Sow the ideals in your heart.

Listen. The cuckoo is singing sweetly.

See. The wicker is stretching briskly.

The spring of life is taking brisk steps.

Quietly came to us.

Let's take responsibility.

With a young body.

Carrying the blue sky. Strive to be the pillars of the motherland.

Bees work diligently to collect honey.

Ants keep moving grain.

We also need to be tireless.

Let knowledge fill the storehouse of the brain.

Bees work diligently to collect honey.

Ants keep moving grain.

We also need to be hungry and thirsty.

With wisdom. Arm yourself.

Let us work on the land of youth.

Sow the seeds of ideals.

Sow hope for the future.

Let us sail on the sea of youth.

Raise the sails of responsibility.

Brave the stormy and stormy waves.

Reading for the rise of China.

This is our responsibility.

Reading for the rise of China.

This is our ideal.

Chang'e lifts off. The Olympics are held.

Our country is on the rise.

Scientific development. Build a well-off life.

Our country is growing stronger.

We want to be like explorers in the age of sail.

We want to be like the samurai of the Meiji Restoration.

Not afraid of toil. Not afraid of difficulties.

Shouldering a great responsibility.

Set high ideals.

For the Motherland. For the people.

A gift from the old man of time.

You turn the east wind into branches, and let the birds fly happily into the blue sky;

You bring the grass to the wilderness and make thousands of flowers smile.

You bring sunshine to the valley.

a spring that turns snow into a murmur (cóng);

You bring drizzle to the fields and let the seeds smell the earth.

You have brought us spring, this precious gift has been raced**;

You give each of us a share of the good time of the year.

Three hundred and sixty-five days, no one is many, no one is not less;

It's up to us

Can I arrange you to the best.

The lazy (duò) person wanders around all day, and you slip away from him;

Throw a lot of unfinished things in front of him.

A foolish person has no head and no brains all day long, and he doesn't know anything when you go far away;

People are trying to catch up with you, but he always shakes his head and says it's still early.

We are not lazy or confused, and none of the Young Pioneers will be left behind;

Because we know that once you go, you will never look back.

The piles of building materials on the construction site have become factories and high-rise buildings in the blink of an eye;

Across the river, through the tunnel, the new railway moves forward every day.

In every inch of the motherland, no one grabs you and refuses to relax;

Only those who waste their time will blush again and again.

Trust me, Old Man Time, we won't waste a minute or a second of our time;

When you tear off a calendar every night, can you hand in a blank scroll to the motherland?

This year, I want to study harder, and the construction of the four modernizations must rely on skills;

Even raising a cow is not good without scientific knowledge.

This year, I want to make my body stronger, and prepare to go down the mine and drill the coal seam in the future;

Can a future worker still get sick all the time?

Old Man Time, please take a look at what a wonderful gift you have given us!

The brilliant spring light is boundless, and the mountains and rivers of the motherland are smiling everywhere!

A river with no end is called Far Away.

A ticket without a return trip is called vagrancy.

An unechoed call called loneliness.

A series of directionless footprints is called hesitation. Oh. Friend.

I can only wander.

I can only hesitate.

I weave the cocoon of fate.

And as a garment for dreams. Oh. Friend.

I don't want to wander.

I don't want to linger.

I want to bite open the cocoon of fate.

Release your youth to fly--- Butterfly Dream" Lin Yan.