China's traditional poems were recited for 5 minutes.

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 (Mn ɡ) Mang Kun (Leon) taught me to stand tall,

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

What I love is the red cotton in southern Xinjiang.

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

Beautiful mountains and rivers, our home.

Rigid [jìnɡ] and humble square character,

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 and Dayu (Y incarnation) has been bothering me.

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) party, archery and wrestling showed the tenacity of small herders.

Holding ha [h m] da with one hand, singing and dancing, wishing my friends well.

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 mother mínɡ.

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 (shēnɡ) and Su Na played together.

Look, the swallow and fly with me the eagle.

Fifty-six flowers are jìnɡ full bloom,

Decorate the Wan Li Garden.

One that makes the souls of ancestors proudly marvel:

Qi! This is my China!

This is China boy!