Poems about loyal souls 1. Martyrs' poems
Poems about martyrs are as follows:
Poem 1: divination operator. Thoughts on Reading Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs
The artery crosses the Yellow River and the vein empties into the Yangtze River.
The blood vessels of Huaxia River are flowing, nourishing my heart, liver and intestines.
Fire sees real gold, and revolution has experienced wind and rain.
Patriotic poems spread in one vein, and the red flag spectrum is full of blood.
Poetry 2: Man Jianghong Reread The Copy of Revolutionary Martyrs
Rereading strange prose, stopping eyes, covered with blood.
On the case, jing xing is rare and has many heroes.
The ambition often rises with the clouds and waves, and the male body competes for mountains and rivers.
Kyushu is as good as iron.
Awesome, often depressed, what's in your heart, who can say.
I hate the rest of my life being too late.
Covered and shed tears, the smell of embarrassment made Huang Liang feel more.
On this day, I was thinking about heroes in the hustle and bustle.
Poem 3: The Twinkling Autumn Colors-This poem is dedicated to the revolutionary martyr Qiu Jin.
You walked out of the boudoir.
Not afraid of irony, not afraid of risk.
Resolutely set foot on a ship heading east for Japan.
On the other side of the ocean, there are thousands of waters in Qian Shan.
Still can't change your belief in the revolution. ...
You walked out of the family.
Reluctant to children, reluctant to parents.
Resolutely take the revolutionary road.
In the face of the ethnic groups that were hard to return at that time.
You're raising your arms and yelling.
You're waving a flag and shouting
A free tomorrow ...
You came out of the revolution.
Brave and ambitious
And revolutionaries.
Boil wine and talk about swords, and write magnificent poems about leather. ...
Since then, history has been in the sky.
With that kind of touch.
Shiny autumn colors
Never grow old.
Poetry 4: Revolutionary martyrs are immortal.
Ancient bluestone; The martyr was buried in the forest.
Eighteen officers; Loyal bones buried elsewhere.
A white-haired girl in a hut; I think about it every day.
Warn us; Don't forget them.
Poetry 5: Revolutionary martyrs are immortal.
Tomb-Sweeping Day has a long history for thousands of years.
Everyone only pays homage to their own Weng, and there are flowers in front of the martyrs monument?
Poetry Six: Seven Methods —— Thoughts on Visiting Jinggangshan Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery
First, the cemetery gate
Walking into the cemetery is light, and many tourists mourn for the hero.
Rhododendrons deliberately diverted, and pine and cypress greeted each other in silence.
The drizzle dyed the jade altar, and the bronzing characters gave a good name.
How quiet the white flowers are, standing in front of the steps listening to the rain.
Second, the Martyrs Memorial Hall
There was a few minutes of silence in the hall, and my appearance was respected in my heart.
I left my hometown to pursue Marxism-Leninism, and I forgot my life for the workers and peasants.
Needless to say, the forest of bullets will not change its appearance.
How many men don't have surnames, and their spirit turns into a thousand pines.
Three, Jinggangshan forest of steles
The forest of steles is surrounded by pavilions and corridors, with twists and turns.
The inscription of politicians is always true, and the legacy of celebrities is pure.
Listen to the explanation, be full of energy, and read the poem.
More songs come to the national tax, and the torrential rain comforts the loyal soul.
Four. Jinggangshan statue garden
The plastic garden is slow and diligent, and the younger generation is pious.
A warrior can defeat the enemy, and a hero can ride the clouds with heroism.
A single spark in Jinggangshan can start a prairie fire, and the Hunan and Jiangxi armies were defeated by Zhu Mao.
Recalling the tragic events of that year, I have forgotten the rain in front of me.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) Jinggangshan revolutionary martyrs monument
The bonfire well is infinite and the cemetery is high.
Heroes of the Red Army gather and Marxism-Leninism pursues the cradle of revolution.
Blood soaked Luo's dream and stood up in the whistle to reflect the sunrise.
Why is the flag exhibition in front of us, and for whom are the martyrs sacrificed?
2. Poems praising the late hero
Life is a hero, and death is a hero. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. -Li Qingzhao
But before he conquered, his death often made heroes cry. -Du Fu
& lt& amplt； Butterflies miss flowers. Reply to Li Shuyi > > I lost my pride, Yang Jun lost my willow, and the willow soared into the sky. Asked what WU GANG had, WU GANG held out osmanthus wine, the lonely Chang 'e Shu Guang sleeve, and Wan Li danced for the loyal soul in the sky. Suddenly came the news that the world had been crouched and tears were streaming down her face. Mao Zedong
Throughout the ages, heroes can't find Sun Zhongmou. Dancing in pavilions, the romantic atmosphere is always blown away by the wind and rain. Grass trees in the sunset stopped in ordinary alleys where humanitarian slaves once lived. In those days, Jin Ge was an iron horse, devouring Wan Li. Yuanjia was careless. The wolf lived in Xu Xu and won a hasty retreat to the north. Forty-three years, forget, set fire to Yangzhou Road. I can look back, under the Buddha's temple, I can see. -Xin Qiji
& lt& amplt； Nian Nujiao. Chibi nostalgia > Dajiangdong is a romantic figure through the ages. To the west of the base camp, the humanities are Chibi, Zhou Lang and the Three Kingdoms. Rocks go through the air, the waves beat on the shore, thousands of piles of snow are rolled up, and the mountains and rivers are picturesque. How many heroes there are at one time.
Back in Gong Jin, Xiao Qiao was married and handsome, holding a feather fan and wearing a black scarf. Between jokes and jokes, the crossbow went up in smoke. He drifted in his hometown, loved Ying Xiao Wo, and was born very early. Life is like a dream, and a statue is still alive. -Su Shi
3. Farewell poems
Zhuo Wenjun's farewell poem: Chunhua, five colors, Qin is still the emperor, but the new voice replaces the old one! Jinshui has a honeymoon, and there are trees in the Han Palace. They are all new, and the embarrassing people in the world are ignorant! Zhu's string is broken, the mirror is out of sight, and he looks at Lulu, smells fragrant, sings with white heads, and leaves sorrow. Try to eat as much as possible, don't miss my concubine and accompany you on a long trip!
The wind blows in Shui Han, and the strong men are gone forever.
First, it is best not to meet each other, so you can not fall in love. Second, it is best not to know each other, so that you can not miss each other. Third, it is best not to accompany you, so you don't owe each other. Fourth, it is best not to cherish each other, so that you can not remember each other. Fifth, it is best not to fall in love, so as not to dislike each other. Sixth, it is best not to face each other, so there is no need to meet. Seventh, it is best not to make mistakes, so as to make mistakes. Eighth, it is best not to promise each other, so you can not continue. Ninth, it's best not to depend on each other, so you don't have to lean together. Tenth, it's best not to meet each other, so we don't have to be together. But we met as soon as we met, but we never met when we met. Andrew and Jun are absolutely in harmony, so they won't teach life and death to be lovesick.
The person I miss is in the far south. Why ask Yi-jun? The double beads are tortoiseshell, and the jade color is dazzling. Then I heard that you changed your mind, and I broke my hair hairpin in anger. When the wind blows, it will be destroyed and burned. From now on, don't miss each other again. Acacia and junjue. I'm determined to break up with you, but I think of the sweetness when we first met, and I'm afraid. When the princess shouted, the autumn wind cooled the morning wind. The east will understand in an instant.