When the world rises and falls, every man has the responsibility to sacrifice his life for righteousness. Worry about the world's worries first, and rejoice in the happiness the day after tomorrow.
Sacrifice one's life to be benevolent, serve the country with loyalty, rejuvenate the country and protect the country, defend the country, and share the same hatred with the enemy.
If you live and die to benefit the country, how can you avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings?
Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.
Sacrificing one's life to go to the national disaster, seeing death as a sudden return home.
Ai Qing's poem "I Love This Land". Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land is struck by the storm,
This river of sorrow and indignation is always raging,
This angry wind that blows endlessly,
And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest ...
——Then I died,
Even my feathers rotted in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply...
Or: Gao Zhanxiang's "Spring in the West"
A ray of spring breeze,
Blowing green mountains.
A spring tide,
melts the long-frozen ice.
A spring thunder,
wakes up the vast earth.
A spring rain,
a colorful rainbow flies out.
Ah, the development of the western region,
is China’s step into spring;
Ah, the development of the western region,
is China’s Action to sow ideals!
The West——
This magical land has given birth to so many human civilizations.
From the Feitian of the Mogao Grottoes,
to the stone scriptures of Maiji Mountain;
From the pottery fragments of the Loulan site,
Camel bells on the ancient Silk Road.
Every place name here
makes us yearn for it.
Every legend here
shocks the world.
However, every time I open the historical picture,
complex emotions arise from the bottom of my heart.
From the
chant "The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass",
I feel the coldness of the cangyan rocks in the west;
From the "desert In the description of "the wind, dust and sun dimming", I can taste the desolation and poverty here.
The sad poem,
The tragic song,
The sad sound of the Qiang flute,
lingers in the dream again and again .
Ah, here——
Flowers and weeds coexist,
The sound of the piano blends with the sound of the wind.
Civilization and ignorance coexist,
Riches and poverty coexist.
Today————
Accompanied by the misty spring rain,
Bathed in the mighty spring breeze,
The vast and vast West,
Like a big roc spreading its wings and ready to fly!
Look——
The heroic westerners,
are opening up a colorful life.
What is there to be afraid of in the lonely smoke in the desert?
The hard struggle is like the clanking of bones:
Declaring war on poverty,
Fighting against desolation.
Ask for rare treasures from the Gobi,
Ask for abundant harvests from the wilderness.
Ask for the hustle and bustle of the villages and towns,
Ask for the lush greenness of the barren mountains.
Ask for a broad road from the swamp,
Ask for the green willows and flowers from the desert.
Ask for the oil dragon rolling in the vast sea,
Ask for the galloping horses on the grassland.
We need skyscrapers from reform,
We need two civilizations from opening up.
Ask for prosperity from the market,
Ask for prosperity from science!
Listen, the oaths ringing in the west are thrown to the ground
There is a voice:
———We don’t rely on it,
———We don’t Wait,
———We will not retreat,
———We will not stop,
We will not lose our ambition even if we are poor and want to change,
< p> When you are rich, think about your origins and never forget your poverty.March into the new century with your head held high,
Go to war despite difficulties!
If you don’t believe that the east wind can’t call you back,
If you don’t believe that the flowers won’t be red when spring comes!
Ah, the Western Development,
This is the earth's oath to the sun.
Ah, the development of the western region,
This is the roar of the forests and mountains:
———East, west, south, north, center,
They are all brothers;
——— East, West, South, North, Middle,
A big family;
——— East, West, South, North, middle,
Twisted into a rope;
————East, West, North, South, Middle,
The combined force is infinite!
Let’s sweat together and work hard together,
We will create great cause and achieve prosperity.
Let the fertile and civilized western spring
be born in our hands;
Let the sky above the great motherland,
soar again Raise a giant dragon that soars into the sky!