May is the season of labor,

Whether it is wild geese or apricot blossoms,

Or travel across mountains and rivers,

It may bloom all over the mountains and fields,

There is a good time for hard work in the wilderness in early spring,

There are also calloused hands sending May Day blessings.

May is the season of red,

Whether it is pursuit or struggle,

Or brave progress,

Or wise and ordinary,

There are hymns of youth shining with glory and full of hope,

Another passionate Chinese youth composed the overture to the May Fourth Movement.

May is a memory of disaster,

Whether it is the cry of grief or the jumping of tears,

Or life and death,

Or life memorial,

Since there is a call of true love, strong connection can heal the wounds,

There is another 5.12 candlelight to gather hope for tomorrow.

Given to us in May,

It will be hidden in the bottom of my heart,

Nourishes the growth of life,

Full of happy life,

Following the footsteps of the years,

Let us always remember that happiness comes from struggle!

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