The poem about the sentry is 1. A poem praising the sentry.
The slow sound spring is facing the still chilly breeze, not afraid of the flow, nor tired of the swaying of hay. Whispering the yearning of a sentry, I feel that he is still looking up at the Great Wall of the mountain this season. He is still reading his mother's instructions. He firmly believes that he is like a pine and cypress, and every season is the sound of his spring. "That's me, that's me." That affectionate call, like that lingering spring, sings softly to my mother's isolated and attached voice. "That's me, that's me." Soft feelings are like a whimpering flute. I hope the blue sky and white clouds will send a warm shirt to my mother. "That's me. That is me. The burning blood is surging with a spirited sentry's desire for a warm family atmosphere. Dear sentry, you are full of strength in melancholy and noble in restraint. I will turn your praise into gunpowder and burn it in fireworks. Please also write your love on the fireworks. The colorful colors she blooms will shine in the eyes of the people you love. In the spring thunder, you will have a cry: Mother resounds through the motherland. I hope under every light, I hope you will miss the sentry. I hope, I hope there are a pair of happy shadows in every shade, and there is a long kiss in each shadow ... If so, I am willing to stand on the border of the motherland from morning till night, from night to night.
I hope, I hope that every desert can grow an oasis, and every oasis can bloom with hope; I hope, I hope every thorn is a cluster of fragrant roses, and every rose has an ideal core ... If there is, I would like to stand on the coast of the motherland, from midsummer to autumn, from midsummer to late spring. I hope every boundary pillar is a beautiful legend, and every legend is an interpretation of peace; I hope, I hope that every boundary is a set of staff, and every score will always be a performance of friendship ... If so, I would like to stand on the sentry post of the motherland from today to tomorrow, now and forever.
2. How to write a jingle about duty, urgent. Thank you.
I used to be a conscript for two years by accident.
Dido's big red flower on her chest turned and waved to wipe her tears.
The wind is rustling and the water is cold, so I can't go home for two years.
Smoke a pack and a half cigarettes, the boat arrives at the dock and the car arrives at the station;
As soon as the car arrived at XinBingLian, gongs and drums were blaring.
The monitor smiled at me and thought something good was coming.
Less than two or three days after joining the army, the captain guided the propaganda.
It is said that the people's army is good, but in fact I am a grass.
At the beginning of training, the drums were bulging and the rice was as hard as concrete.
If you don't practice martial arts as a soldier, you just don't do your duty.
You can't be a qualified soldier without practicing martial arts.
Queue training is done every day, and I can't stand the pain all over.
Three footwork began to practice, and the military posture stood in a sweat.
The effect of catching the enemy is good, and it is ok at night.
Clothes are cut, hands are worn, and tactics have to be done.
Tactical practice is coming soon, and the recruits are all awarded titles.
Prepare for the Chinese New Year for seven days and chat in class every day.
In a blink of an eye, the recruits will leave the company and wave goodbye to the recruits.
I am a brick of the revolution, so I need to move it where I need it.
As soon as the car arrived at the veteran company, the sound of gongs and drums shook the earth again.
At first glance after the next connection, the correct attitude is the key.
The army still needs to practice hard and continue to work hard.
I told you to run and clean up.
Meet at seven o'clock to watch the news and do physical exercise at eight o'clock on time.
Physical training is hard, and armed cross-country running is hard.
The clothes are worn out and the legs are broken. Send them to the general hospital.
Your clothes are not worn or sweaty. I guess you have to practice alone.
The sentry on duty is really tired and can fall asleep standing.
Emergency assembly is essential, so you must put your backpack.
It's really hard to have a weekend holiday. Washing clothes is enough.
At the end of the day, I can't finish washing clothes, and I'm finished with the police appearance inspection.
Before the half-year year-end examination, the sanitation was cleaned for several days.
Dust and dirt floor tiles, turn the floor after pulling grass.
Don't sleep late at night, theoretical study is really lively;
It is easy to get sleepy when sitting up, and it is effective to squat back;
I want to be a computer, and the theory is directly copied;
If I had studied hard, I would have been a master student.
Life is very dull, stick to your post and do well;
A red heart and two hands, unswervingly follow the party,
The sky is full of love. Can you raise the allowance?
Who says Brother Bing is not sexy, wearing camouflage clothes and a helmet?
Who says Brother Bing is not handsome enough? His hairstyle is like a pot cover.
Teenagers are not worried about their ambitions, but now they are faced with leaving and staying.
Hanging red flowers on his chest again, he finally retired.
My eyes are full of tears, and I am destined to meet you again in this life.
Friend ocean deep, the true feelings are deep in my heart.
Go home from the army and do a good job. The true colors of soldiers will never change!
3. Sentinel poems describing snowy days
Ancient poems describing snow
I don't know whether I will leave court today, but people suspect that Hualin snowed in the garden last night.
It's like a strong spring wind, which blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees at night and sends them to Wu.
When the snow comes in late spring, she wears the court tree as the flying flower "Chun Xue"
Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow. Similarity and difference are wonderful "Shakespeare's journey"
Thousands of bamboo shoots and stones, thousands of jade articles, thousands of trees and thousands of silver "Qin Xue".
Six flying flowers came into the room and sat watching "To the Snow". The bamboo inside turned into lovely branches.
It's cold in Whitestorm, and snowflakes are as big as hands.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of XuanYuanTai's Popular North are blown off.
What does snow look like? Sprinkle salt in the air and you can write Ode to Snow.
At this time, I saw the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was already shocking "South Qin Xue"
A boat, a bamboo cloak and an old man are fishing in the cold river snow, Jiang Xue.
When the snow comes in late spring, she wears the court tree as the flying flower "Chun Xue"
Butterfly first turns over the curtain to embroider, Wan Yuyu and Qi Hui dance sleeves "Lin Chunling"
It's sunny in the north and snowy in the south. Thousands of miles of Wan Li moonlight "Turn to English"
Overriding, flying snow filled the lonely village "Nanpu Lvhuai"
Through the jagged white snow on the mountain at night, a stranger in a lonely candle is pregnant except at night.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of XuanYuanTai's Popular North are blown off.
The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow.
The clouds are low and dusk is low, and the snow dance is empty.
In the middle of Qin Dynasty, the clouds and the snow filled Huangzhou's "Qin Zhongyin Song and Dance"
On a snowy day in Chang 'an, birds cannot find snow poems.
The snow is long in the north and south of the Yangtze River, and Xiao Han Han Ruan Lang knows far away.
There are hundreds of waves in the vast sea and thousands of miles of snow in the mountains.
The snow darkened, the flag painting faded and the wind was noisy.
The grass is dead, the eagle eye is sick, and the snow is light.
We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and the burden of snow on our bows and swords was "sediment, part III"
Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night.
Qinghai has dark snow-capped mountains and long clouds, and the lonely city sees Yumenguan "joining the army"
I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice is choking the ferry, and it is "difficult to walk" to climb Taihang Mountain and Snow Mountain.
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind is blowing snow.
The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is moored to the Wan Li ship.
The north wind rolls white grass, eight In the snow crosses Tatar Day, and sends Wu.