Son: I remember Mao said, "The world is yours, and also ours, but in the end, it is still yours…" He was right, we young people are like the morning sun of 8 or 9 a.m.
Father: Very good, I have been waiting for you to speak these words.
Mother: Hope is on your shoulders, we are all depending on you.
Grandfather: There will be people to carry on international relations in the new century.
Grandmother: Good work...