Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poem Recitation in Memory of Martyr 1 Opening the Travel History of China People,
How many heroes died calmly and heroically;
Into the green martyrs cemetery of pines and cypresses,
How many martyrs' spirits are buried here.
In order to avoid the pain of the next generation,
The greatness of life, the glory of death,
It's not important to behead, as long as the doctrine is true,
Kill Xia, and later generations.
Reciting the Poem of Martyr Tomb-Sweeping Day 2 Whenever we recite these justice,
Blood is surging in my heart,
The mountain island crows, the red flowers are in full bloom, and the sun shines on the earth.
The east wind is blowing, the pine branches are swinging, and the heroism is still there.
The red scarf on the chest reflects the sun,
Just like the loyalty and strength of a martyr,
A white flower with wishes, a white flower with greetings,
Embodies the admiration of every young pioneer,
Weaving the vows of every little friend.
Remembering the Martyr Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poetry Recitation Draft 3 dadada
You are fighting in the front line of the revolution.
Guns are your life.
It is your brush that writes about victory.
The March 8th Big Cover played the indomitable spirit of the people of China.
Millet and rifle shoot out the anger in China's soul.
The tortoise box reaped the life of the jackal fiercely.
Huo Huo Sheng Wei's broadsword dance is smart and elegant.
You defend our home with your lives.
You defended national dignity with your blood.
Blood coagulation forms a small river, named-blood soul.
All over China.
With blood and terrorblade, our territory.
Blood and soul converge into the Yellow River.
Into the hearts of thousands of people
The stubborn blood soul of dog tail grass
Fear, the wolf's guts
I don't know when the gunfire faded away.
Occasionally there are sporadic noises.
The sound is so beautiful.
Because you broke through the local defense line again.
Break through the barrier
Stand on the top of victory
Look at those unknown soldiers who dare to put their backs on their backs.
That is a kind of trust that transcends everything.
A feeling that cannot be described in words.
This is your tacit cooperation.
Is to see through each other's thoughts without words.
Those souls who fell at the foot of the mountain
Interpret a belief with one's own life-driving the wolf to devour the tiger.
The wind blew up dust and sand.
The mud sticks to your scarred body.
But I can't hide your feelings of defending your country.
How many loyal souls are buried in a foreign land
You can't see the sunrise in your hometown
I can't breathe the simple atmosphere of my hometown anymore.
Never feel tired again.
Others lost their old mother in their hometown.
There are only two words that children can never shout out-dad.
My wife is tired and can't find an arm to lean on anymore.
There is no port for boating.
Spring is coming
Your souls have become dandelion seeds.
Through the wind, your mother-in-law comforted you and returned to your hometown after a long separation.
You landed on the land you are familiar with.
Blood becomes a river-the soul of blood.
Water your tired soul.
After being nourished, you continue to sway in the fields of your hometown in spring.
Smart and brave.
Breathing the air of my hometown
Absorb sunlight from home.
You solemnly look at our comrades who are harvesting the lives of jackals.
In memory of the martyr Tomb-Sweeping Day's poetry reading manuscript 4 You are buried here.
Every year on this day, different faces will visit you.
Just like last year's seniors and this year's me
And my brothers and sisters after next year.
They all admire me as much.
To see your sleeping face.
Your deeds are engraved on the stone tablet.
Printed in our textbooks.
It is engraved in our hearts.
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Maybe some of you don't appear in our textbooks.
But it's engraved in our hearts.
You're great.
You gave your lives for the happiness of others.
Or exchange the happiness of thousands of people in Qian Qian.
We are engraved on our hearts.
Without your selfless dedication
How can you satisfy the happiness of others?
Your dedication is to carry forward a spirit.
The spirit of selfless dedication
Warmed everyone's heart.
Rest in peace, our martyr.
We will inherit your dedication.
We will remember your great epic.
We will pass on your dream of love.
We will try our best.
With us, your spirit will never end.
With your spirit, we will live forever.
With reverence, I cherish the memory of Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem recitation 5,
Proud,
We came to your grave;
Get inspired,
Because of thinking,
We wander around you.
Ah,
The bamboo forest growls and describes your deeds;
Pine trees roll with waves, praising your spirit.
In the white sand, under the tomb of the martyrs surrounded by cypress trees,
Eight heroes rest here;
In the past, during the war years,
There are eight soldiers who are memorable.
They are.
Dear "Baisha Eight Martyrs",
They are the flags of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and the good sons of the people!
Maybe,
Our classmates don't know you well,
But history, like the Great Wall,
It will never be erased.
Recalling the manuscript of Tomb-Sweeping Day's poetry recitation, six unfamiliar and familiar faces were fixed on the cold tablet.
Or green or vicissitudes, full of regrets and beliefs,
Even if it loses the breath of life, it still reflects dazzling colors.
On this sunny day, I stand at your grave,
Feel the cold, think about the past,
See your unchanging face and firm eyes.
There seems to be a silent language in the air.
I can hear you. It's what I think of my family.
It is the slightest emotion shouted from the heart, and it is the nostalgia for the police camp.
It is a variety of missions shouldered by the shoulders and loyalty to the motherland.
Now, your body has already dissipated with the wind, but the police spirit has been passed down from generation to generation.
As you can see, I am still going on, taking on the responsibility that you are not competitive.
He joined in and defended your faith,
See you next year, or this day.
You keep your faith and I'll take my thoughts with me.
Ren Chunlei started up, and the sky was like rain.
It can't stop the inheritance of the spirit and the spread of the journey.
Remembering Tomb-Sweeping Day's poetry recital in autumn 7-Dedicated to 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
Fight for 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.
Remembering the Martyr Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poem Recitation Draft 8 Man Jianghong Reread The Poem 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.
Remembering the Martyr Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poetry Recitation Draft 9 Martyr, Qingming reminds me of you.
Be strong in battle.
Struggle for liberation
Strive for peace
Why do you always take the lead?
Martyr, Qingming reminds me of you.
Your great achievements
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Keep it in mind.
Your name has spread all over the motherland.
Today, I came to see you with excitement.
I miss your fighting in the south and the north.
For justice.
adamantine
Only this half-foot square land will accompany you to the end.
Brought victory to the motherland.
What is left is a sigh of regret.
But you will never complain.
Because you all are.
Children of the people
In memory of the martyr Tomb-Sweeping Day's poetry reading manuscript 10, the section is like Buddha.
Walking for thousands of years.
Sitting in April
Waiting for countless tears to drown themselves.
Hold a few handfuls of loess and make a fire.
Fold your body and bow your head repeatedly.
Look at those black butterflies, floating.
Drop gently and stop.
Willow flute mourning, pine and cypress standing still.
We went upstream along the full stop.
The past was complicated. A heart
Bloom at the same time as peach blossoms
Silently dispersed again.
At this time, some lifeless souls
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However, many people only know how to distribute paper money.
Those mysterious voices
Never heard of it.