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五月,是一首绿油油的歌。从春天的枝头飘来,沾满泥土的芬芳,怀揣秋天金灿灿的梦,放飞希望的目光。是一首脆生生的歌。脱掉冬日厚重的束缚,身影在晨风中拔节,心事在阳光下发芽,思念随炊烟缕缕飘出。是一首沉甸甸的歌。美国芝加哥工人的愤怒铁拳,砸醒一个沉睡的世界:北京青年高呼的口号,震撼东方二十世纪的心跳……汩汩涌出的鲜血。打破沉默,消融黑夜,染红季节,染红历史,染红生长的路,世界的风景便灿烂生动起来。
May is a green song. Floating from the spring branches, covered with the fragrance of the earth, carries the golden dream of autumn, the hope of flying. Is a crisp song. Take off the heavy winter bondage, the figure in the morning breeder, mind sprouting in the sun, missing with smoke plumes drifting. Is a heavy song. The anger and fury of the Chicago workers in the United States smashed a sleepy world: the slogan of Beijing’s youth shouted and shocked the hearts of the twentieth century in the East ... The gushing blood. Breaking the silence, melting the night, red season, history of red dye, the path of red growth, the scenery of the world will be bright and vivid.