1: Ancient Poetry: There is no sadness in the farewell at the end of the world, and all the hatred of separation will be wasted. Why should we drink heavily from the Huanglong Mansion and build the Shenzhou Wind and Rain Tower high? Poems on Death The sky is full of wind and snow, and the sky is filled with sorrow. Why should the revolution be afraid of beheading? The heroism of Zixu is still there, and he will return to take revenge on the King of Chu in three years! The last poem: The head can be cut off, the limbs can be broken, but the revolutionary spirit cannot be extinguished. The head of a strong man is the party, and the body of a hero is the group. Moral Poetry It doesn't matter if you behead, as long as the principle is true. Killed Xia Minghan, and the people who came after him. Goldfish Fish can be free, but people are prisoners. Nursery Rhyme The private houses are dark and dark, while the official houses are all bright. The people's houses have their pots turned up to the sky, and the officials' houses eat soup balls. 2: Modern poetry: Recitation of poems in memory of the martyrs during the Qingming Festival. We cannot forget, we will not forget, that the good life today stems from your dedication of blood and sweat yesterday. Without your bloody battle, we wouldn’t be where we are today. Rest in peace, hero. With the deepest reverence, we walked into the Martyrs Cemetery. Listen to the blood-stained inscription and it will live in our hearts forever! Tomb Sweeping Day is coming, and we came to the Martyrs Monument. This is a holy pure land where the heroes of the martyrs are placed. Martyrs live forever and monuments last forever. The east wind blows, the pine branches sway, and the young pioneers come to visit the grave. Gazing at the tombs of the martyrs, the majesty of the martyrs is still there. Revolutionary heirlooms, passed down from generation to generation. For the sake of the rear organization and thousands of fellow villagers, thirteen-year-old Wang Erxiao led the enemy into an ambush. His blood dyed the hills red, and his blood dyed the blue sky red. He is an example for us to learn from. Qingming rain falls one after another, and white flowers pay tribute to relatives. Remembering the heroic deeds of the martyrs, tears filled our eyes to pay homage to the heroic souls. The deeds of martyrs shine through the ages, and the torch of stars is passed down from generation to generation. It is extremely proud to be born as a descendant of Yan and Huang, and it is extremely glorious to be born as a descendant of the dragon. We are the founders of the new century, and we are the successors of the new century. Since childhood, I have made the ambition to serve the country, be a good builder and successor, and write a new chapter for China.