Recommend a few poems for the May Fourth Youth Day, or the 60th anniversary of the founding of the P

Smell a lot of "Dead Water".

It's a desperate stagnant water, and the breeze can't blow the slightest ripple.

It's better to have more broken copper and iron, and splash your leftovers.

Maybe the copper one should be green into jade, and the tin can will be embroidered with a few peach blossoms.

Let the greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi, and the mold will steam him out of the clouds.

Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine, full of pearl-like white foam;

The laughter of the small beads turned into big beads, and they were bitten by the flower mosquitoes who stole the wine.

Then a ditch of desperate backwater can be crossed a little clearly.

If the frog can't bear the loneliness, it is considered a stagnant water and cries out.

This is a desperate backwater, this is not the place of beauty, it is better to let the ugly to reclaim it, and see what kind of world he creates.

Smell a lot of "Red Candle".

The wax torch turned to ashes and tears began to dry".

Li Shangyin: Red candle!

Such a red candle!

O poet, spit out your heart and compare it, but the color of the general?

Red candles! Who made the wax that gave you the body?

Who lit the fire – the soul?

Why do we need to burn the wax to ashes before it is released?

Mistake after mistake; Contradiction! Conflict! "

Red candles! Yes, yes!

I was going to "burn" your light

This is exactly the natural way.

Red candles! Once it has been made, it will be burned!

Burn it! Burn it!

Burn the dreams of the world, boil the blood of the world-

Save their souls and break down their prisons!

Red candles! The time when your heart is burning is the day when tears begin.

Red candles! The craftsmen made you to burn you. "

If it is already burning, why bother to weep sadly?

Oh! I know!

It is the remnant wind that invades your light, and when you burn unsteadily, you are so anxious that you cry!

Red candles! Let's go! How can you not flow?

Please let your balm flow to the world without ceasing, and cultivate the flowers of comfort and bear the fruit of happiness!

Red candles! You shed a tear and are distracted.

Discourage and weep your fruits, and create light for your causes.

Red candles! Don't ask about the harvest, but ask about the hard work. ”

As follows:

1, "May Fourth Expression".

Coming from the immortal reliefs, from the square with thousands of heads.

Coming from the textbooks with the scent of ink, from the campus of Mizuki Tsinghua University.

I can hear the sound of your crumbling, and I can hear your roaring shouts.

Ninety-two years, your footprints were carved into stone.

Ninety-two years, your voice is like a song.

Ninety-two years, the flag you waved was even more vivid.

2, "Remembering May Fourth".

A special day, surrounded by blooming flowers.

The color of blood and the color of remembrance use different forces to cut off history.

In that black-and-white twist, there is a divine light that is used by a group of students.

Engraved as a beacon of history, the people under the tower have long since slept peacefully.

The voice that emanates from their thoughts, always running tirelessly.

No one can catch up, this is the marathon of wisdom.

3. "Man Jianghong: Commemorating the 90th Anniversary of the May Fourth Movement".

The years have been glorious, 90 years, and the glory is shining.

Wooing Qingdao and refusing to sign, it was shocking.

Passionate and patriotic, a statue of an iron-clad hero.

Solidarity, rippling to defend the country's rights, chasing the wind and waves.

Looking back, the world has changed. Who can stop the SARS disaster?

The doctors and nurses are on the battlefield, and the earth will be bright tomorrow.

Shake the army and civilians to fight the snow, and the mountains and rivers are broken.

Look at Guangdong, the leader of the provinces, running to open up.

4, "May Fourth Spring Celebration".

The May Fourth youth went to the green dragon, and the green dragon looked at the country in his arms.

The bamboo raft volleyball event is integrated, and the group game exhibition is emerging.

In 1919, I remembered that I did not forget the beacon fire and did not forget my roots.

Shame in the past, glory today, I wish the motherland prosperity.

The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and they are not stained with silt floating in the water.

The plum blossoms in the cold winter of ice and snow smile, and the dark fragrance floats on the pretty branches.

The grass grows on the cliff wall, and the wind and rain are heroic.

Sucking the dew of the sky, bathing in the morning sun, and sewing in the desperate place.

The red snail temple prays together, and the bell rings around the ears.

The bamboo and pine forests are verdant; The Buddhist gate pavilion is winding and clear.

Layer by step, the city is red inside and outside.

You take a step, I take a step, hand in hand to rush forward.

5, "Song of Youth".

The words of youth are like songs turbulent in the long river of history.

Stir up layers of gorgeous waves.

1919, May 4, a group of students.

That group of passionate and enthusiastic Chinese sons and daughters.

The power of youth cannot be ignored.

It was they who ignited the spiritual fire of the Chinese nation.

It is they who pick up the knowledge.

It has smashed the undemocratic, illiberal and irrational social system.