Poetry and prose praising the Eighth Route Army

I don't know the geese going north.

Why do you moan?

Cloudy sky

With an ethereal cry

I saw you on the road.

Why the hurry?

Gunfire coming from a distance.

Alien warrior

Step on China's back.

I thought you said.

You love this land.

Let the blood spread throughout China.

I saw you on the road.

Still in a hurry

I wonder how many heroes there are.

Have fallen behind

I thought you said.

You love this country.

Only struggle can produce strength.

I saw you on the road.

Still rain or shine

clear ...

Look, his soldier star.

Shining with the light of precious stones.

He is engaged in every ordinary job.

Injected with great ideals.

Great and ordinary, ideal and reality

In this way, condensed into a focus.

How many times has he walked among us?

Crossing mountains and rivers together, bathing in blood and frost together.

Maybe we will see him sweeping the floor on the top of the train.

When you get off the bus, hold the child and the aunt.

Maybe we'll meet him and push the car at a gallop on the construction site.

Rescue and block the embankment, and step on the waves fiercely.

He is always as energetic, happy and in a hurry as in the morning.

Although the years he has passed are short, every minute carries his body temperature.

Always hot and shining!