On September 9th, a poem in memory of a great man.

On September 9, the four-line poem commemorating this great man is as follows:

First, the "Riverside Express"

Swear to cross the river for the country, not for the home.

Are all men good? Why are women so bad?

I will be loyal to my motherland and have a boiling passion.

Baishan Blackwater can wipe out the enemy and smile at the red flag.

Second, "righteous poetry"

Snow is flying all over the sky, and sorrow is everywhere. Why is the revolution afraid of beheading?

Keep your son's arrogance and avenge the king of Chu three years later!

Third, "righteous poetry"

I hate not being able to die against Japan, and I am shameless today.

The country is still so broken, why should I cherish this head

Fourth, "Great River Songs Turn East"

The great river song turned to the east, and the dense group helped the poor.

Ten years of broken walls, it is difficult to reward the sea and be a hero.

Five, "The Recent Flowers Answer Li Shuyi"

I lost my pride, Yang Jun lost her willow, and the willow was light and straight. Asked what WU GANG had, WU GANG held out osmanthus wine.

Lonely Chang 'e has wide sleeves, and Wan Li dances for the loyal soul. Suddenly came the news that the world had been dormant, and tears flew down and poured down.

Sixth, "Prison Song"

It is locked for people to come in and out, and it is open for dogs to climb out of the hole.

A voice shouted-climb out and set you free!

I long for freedom, but I deeply know how a person's body climbs out of a dog hole!

I hope that one day, the underground fire will burn my living coffin.

I deserve to live forever in fire and blood!

Seven, "with chains"

I am not ashamed to walk in chains on the long street, stumbling one after another, and the city people are vying for attention.

Walking in the street with chains, the city people were shocked by the sound of chains, and my heart was at peace.

Walking in chains on the long street, the more ambitious you are and the more you fight as a prisoner, the workers and peasants will be liberated.

Eight, "self-sworn poem"

I am very happy to see the rise of oriental spirit, and I don't ask about harvest and cultivation.

I am willing to give my blood to my future land in exchange for permanent peace in China.

Nine, "Poetry in Prison"

Wandering around the rivers and lakes reminiscing about the past, the old people died in different ways.

I abandoned my troubles, found something in common, and left my pride as a prisoner.