The full text of the poem recited by Jing Yidan at the CCTV internal party.

Author: Yang Mu

People still call me youth. ...

Ha ... I'm a young man!

I'm young, my God!

Thank you for giving me a furnace that doesn't produce steel.

Seal and sniff out my youth;

Thank you for giving me a refrigerator.

Refrigerate and preserve my soul;

Thank you for giving me the ashes of the burning mountain.

Bury my germ in a deep stream!

Thank you for giving me a diaosi that I can't figure out.

Let me be a cocoon of the river of time.

So I'm young-when my poems

When you appear in front of people,

Like the sheepskin pockets of Kazakh herders.

Fermented yogurt is as fresh as yogurt!

..... Ha, I'm a young man!

I am young, my Hu Da!

Like countless young companions of mine—

Youth is lost in the desert,

Only the ding-dong camel bell hypnotized me;

Youth is exposed to the scorching sun,

There is only one dried apricot that tastes terrible.

The bald forehead may be a mound that has already been filled.

Curved wrinkles may be random parabolas.

I was young when we came back.

In spring,

You look at me, I look at you,

Ha ... we all have the characteristics of a generation!

As a young man,

Participated in numerous youth conferences,

To tell the truth, I don't doubt my condition when I was young.

Thirty-six years old, MINUS "ten",

Just ... no, the group is only over a year old!

The author of Scream

He was older than us at that time;

Compared with those who never get old during the Long March,

Young soldiers,

We are just a "children's group"!

..... Ha, I'm a young man!

Irony? And laugh at yourself,

Bitter taste is spicy-salty.

Motherland!

You should feel sorry for a child like you,

Or a kid like you,

Should feel bitter for you?

I, who often look at naive children,

Stranger, I also caressed my rosy little face.

They looked at me strangely and cocked their heads.

Like a flock of birds watching dinosaur eggs.

They have come a long way,

Maybe you are going to be young,

I only have the footsteps of my heart trembling slightly. ...

..... don't! I must tell my country:

The most precious thing in the world,

Nothing is more important than the autonomy of youth!

I love, I want to, but I'm not jealous.

I cry, I laugh, but I don't complain.

I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, but I don't lament.

I'm angry and I hate it, but I won't give up.

Since this special era,

It has become a special concept of youth.

I will say to the blue sky: I am youth!

I'm a young man-

My blood vessels will never be blocked by sand;

I'm a young man-

My pupils will never be covered with fog.

My bald forehead is a piece of Yuan Ye in early spring.

My wrinkles are the starting point of a big river.

I'm not an alcoholic, I don't want to dream during the day;

I am not an old woman, sighing for the New Year;

I'm not a monkey, and I won't be fooled by gong knockers again;

I'm not a turtle. I sleep longer and live longer.

I am an eagle-there is ambition in the clouds!

I am a horse-with a saddle on my back!

I am a bone-there is calcium in the bone!

I am Khan-there is salt in sweat!

Motherland!

Because you have too many disabilities.

Put us in the youth echelon,

We have young people and middle-aged people-shoulder to shoulder.