Take the baton of history and shoulder the heavy responsibility of national rejuvenation. The five-star red flag rises in Ran Ran in the wind, and the passionate national anthem shakes our hearts. What can we think rationally in such a solemn moment, bathed in a refreshing morning? To answer you and me, we must face up to the responsibility on everyone's shoulders.

What is responsibility? Responsibility is a silent promise. Responsibility is a concrete conduct. We need to shoulder the responsibility of national justice together. The dream of national rejuvenation requires the hard work of each of us. The responsibility is grand and concrete, and the responsibility is broad and subtle. It contains the self-examination of learning and life, the gratitude to parents and teachers, and the solemn mission to the country and society.

So, students, don't forget that it is a great responsibility for you to finish your study tasks on time, it is a great responsibility for you to abide by every discipline in the school, and it is also a great responsibility for you to develop good personality. Students present, we still have a lot of responsibilities to shoulder. The exams are coming soon. Will we put a perfect end to the working hours of each exam? Everyone has the heart to strive for the best, but only those who dare to work and pay will have the joy of harvest! Let's establish a high-spirited sense of national responsibility, and take responsibility for our own growth and progress and the prosperity of our country! Let's remember Li Bai's poem "I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea". I hope that in the remaining time, everyone will always keep in mind their responsibilities, always reflect on their words and deeds, always check their studies, and wish everyone excellent results in various exams.

The second

autumn October, the motherland-mother

We have a thousand words to tell you

We have a sea of deep requests to tell you

There are too many poems praising the motherland

There are too many songs praising you

Of course, Compare you to your mother

We are not the first and won't be the last

Motherland, we are children born in your sufferings

We grew up in hardships and thrived in the storm

You gave us confidence and strength

In your burning and expectant eyes

We propped up the blue sky with tenacity

We dug up the black treasure with faith

When ridicule and contempt were drowned. Proudest sons and daughters

Fifty years' vicissitudes bear witness to

Our 5 years' honor and disgrace and glory

Fifty years' eventful and bumpy record

Our 5 years' endeavor

Fifty years' difficulties.