Author he
I was moved by the old movie The Visitor on the Iceberg.
Let me know that on the northwest plateau of the motherland,
There are a group of soldiers guarding the frontier of the motherland.
Their names are-Amir.
Now let me cry again,
Or this group of border guards guarding the Pamirs-a new generation of Amir!
The motherland can be so peaceful because of their protection!
People can live and work in peace and contentment because of their guardianship!
Children can thrive happily because they have guardianship!
Overlooking the Pamirs,
It snows for a long time and the climate is bad.
But there are border guards guarding the country everywhere:
The majestic posture on the snowy island at an altitude of 5000 meters;
The bitter silence with the sky as the quilt and the ground as the bed lurks in the snowy night;
70-degree ladder patrol in the depths of the canyon, without fear of lack of oxygen;
Describe:
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain,
Iron horse glacier dream.
Distressed!
Their faces were tanned by the hot plateau sun,
"Gully crisscross" peeling off layer by layer;
Their hands are like weather-beaten old people,
Frostbite, dark and rough;
In summer, walking in the Gobi desert under the scorching sun;
In winter, dance with the snow and stand guard;
After training, their posture and back are still so tall and straight.
Their smiles are still so bright!
Tears! The enemy came to attack, wearing rhinoceros armor and encountering short soldiers.
Defeat the enemy and expel the invaders with less sacrifice.
Composed a heroic hymn!
They are only seventeen or eighteen,
He quietly wrote a suicide note,
Leave the rhetoric of sacrificing the country at any time:
I'm at the border,
Please rest assured the motherland and people!
Why are flowers so red?
Because you-with your youth,
Your loyalty, your fearlessness,
Your blood and life are red!
There are such soldiers, why worry about the country!
Salute! Hero!
Modified version
Free Poetry | Why Flowers Are So Red —— Dedicated to the Soldiers on the Plateau.
Author he
The old movie "The Visitor on the Iceberg",
It touched me once,
At that time, I knew that in the northwest plateau of the motherland,
There is a group of soldiers guarding the border-Amir.
Now let me cry again,
Or this group of border guards guarding the Pamirs-a new generation of Amir!
The motherland is happy and peaceful because of their protection!
People are happy to farm because of their protection!
Children live a happy life because of their guardianship!
Overlooking the Pamirs,
Snow covered, bad weather, sandstorm everywhere.
But there are border guards everywhere guarding the Great Wall built by the country.
Tall pine trees on the snowy island at an altitude of 5000 meters;
Snowy night lurks, the sky is a bed and the ground is a bed;
Deep in the canyon, 70-degree ladder climbing, oxygen-deficient patrol fearless eagle;
Describe:
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain,
Iron horse glacier dream.
Distressed!
Their faces were tanned by the hot plateau sun,
"Gully crisscross" peeling off layer by layer;
Their hands are like weather-beaten old people,
Dark carbuncle of chilblain;
It's cool in summer, walking in the Gobi desert under the scorching sun;
Winter wind, dancing with snow * * * stands guard on the snow peak;
Training, posture, back like mangosteen;
Smile, always bright as spring breeze;
Tears! When the enemy attacked, they wore rhinoceros armour to meet the attack.
Not afraid of sacrifice, winning more with less, expelling the invaders,
Composed a hymn of magnificent mountains and rivers!
They are only seventeen or eighteen,
He quietly wrote a suicide note,
Stay and sacrifice the luxury of your country at any time;
I'm at the border,
Please rest assured the motherland and people!
Why are flowers so red?
Because of you-your youth and loyalty,
Because of your-your courage and fearlessness,
Because of you-your blood and life!
There are such soldiers, why worry about the country!
Salute! Hero!