Like the morning sun spraying blood,
You wrote brilliantly with your life.
Never admit it easily,
But it tells the dazzling power with broadness.
The journey of blood and iron,
Ambitious people,
Justice and courage forged the Great Wall,
Defend the peace of the motherland.
No matter in wartime,
Or in peacetime,
It is you,
Let all brothers and sisters live in peace,
With you, we have no fear in life.
Always want to use your hands,
Weave a wreath,
Challenge the warriors with the clank of iron,
With the most sincere heart,
Express my admiration for you.
I always want to make a cup of fragrant tea.
Give it to the soldiers on guard,
Let this warmth,
Against the cold wind at night, Leng Xue.
Always want to sing a song,
Exhausting the true feelings in my heart,
To celebrate the greatness of the soldiers,
To express the deep thoughts of your brothers, sisters, fathers and villagers.
The night is still long,
The sun is still shining,
People who live in happiness,
Still rely on soldiers-
As bright as the sun,
Like a mountain,
As vast as the sea,
As strong as iron.
The motherland cherishes you,
Sister China misses you,
All the people,
Like me,
People who live in peace,
Thank you-
The greatest warrior of the new era.
Be proud,
Because you have abundant capital,
Be proud,
No one is more selfless than you,
You are invincible people!
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Every time you enter "Bayi"
Author Liu Guangyao
Every time you enter "Bayi",
We used to be soldiers,
The mood is always so excited, so excited,
Because this is a military festival,
This is an unforgettable day.
None of us will forget,
In those hot years,
Our wonderful years,
Boiling blood,
The spirit of China people,
Be bold and unrestrained in the green square.
In the intense combat readiness training,
Happy camp world,
That sincere possessive friendship,
Scenes, songs,
History records for us and praises for us.
When the familiar gongs and drums sounded again in the barracks,
Tears filled our eyes,
Waving his arms,
Disarm and bid farewell to the army.
My hometown is so amiable,
It's strange,
In the face of all this,
We are recruits again.
Faced with difficulties and twists and turns,
We always keep it in mind,
I used to be a soldier,
I'm not afraid of death.
What are you afraid of?
Soldiers should dare to challenge everything.
"August 1st" has arrived,
There are many words in my heart,
Say to your comrades,
A thousand words are condensed into one sentence,
No matter where you go,
No matter when,
Don't forget the flag,
Don't lose your true colors! ! !
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Mom!
That must be you,
I heard it,
Hand embroidered cloth shoes,
The sound of stepping on the ground,
Ever since I was a baby, listen,
I heard that I was wearing a green military uniform.
When I woke up in my military camp dream,
It seems that your gentle footsteps came to my bed,
Get ready to cover me with bare arms,
When I feel thirsty in the cat's ear hole,
I close my eyes,
As if I heard your gentle footsteps coming to me again,
Prepare to bring me a bowl of sweet dumplings.
Mom, 20 years ago,
When I was knocked down at the front line by the enemy's evil bullets,
How I miss it: you close my eyes with your own hands,
With your gentle hands,
Touch my cheek again,
Let me, in the dark,
Touch the hard calluses on your hands again.
Mom, I want to prove to you,
As a soldier,
I didn't embarrass you.
Mom, for 20 years,
Me and my loyal brothers,
Standing silently in the front line of the past.
Mom, how much I want to tell you,
When I fell,
My spear,
Point to the other side of the enemy position.
My former brothers and sisters have been here,
They bring us laughter,
They poured out their hearts to us,
They shed tears on the graves,
Flowers, wine, alcohol and cigarettes,
And the red and tender faces of their descendants.
However, without the irreplaceable touch of mother,
The loneliness in my heart,
Can never be sent away.
Mom, for 20 years,
You've come a long way, a long way,
Mom, for 20 years,
I know this is hard for you, hard,
I don't blame you,
Because you don't have enough money
Mom, you came empty-handed,
Without any sacrifice,
I don't blame you,
Because you don't have enough money
Mom, I know:
You haven't eaten yet,
Unfortunately, I can't be filial to you,
I can only look at you speechless.
Mom,
Your crying is so bitter,
I know you think it's too late.
Mom,
You patted me on the head so helpless,
I understand you're asking why it takes 20 years.
Mom,
For thousands of other mothers,
You and I have made contributions that we don't regret.
Mom,
Behind you,
Is the rapid development of noise,
This is a golden night of feasting,
Is the luxury of flying in the clouds,
But what do you feel, mom?
I don't want any extra care,
A "martyr" is enough,
I just want the next Qingming,
My mother,
Touch my tombstone again,
Because of my mother,
There are not many 20 years left.
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The Seven Laws Long March (1935. 10)
The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle.
Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.
Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold with the cross rail.
I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.
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Belief in mountains.
A dream with a mountain peak.
A wrinkled mind.
There is deep affection of mountains.
The hole is as hard as a hole.
You are the mountain, and you are as firm as a mountain.
You are Gao Feng, and you are as loyal as Gao Feng.
You are a ditch, and you have the same strength as a ditch.
You are the ridge, and you have the same true feelings as the ridge.
You are the hole. You are as tenacious as a hole.
When the military songs resounded throughout the Seven Star Valley,
When the wax light lit up the whole barracks,
When dansak swept the whole valley,
When the head of the delegation took over great achievements,
I hope you can feel it, too
When wild flowers bloom in the valley,
When the rain and dew moisten everything,
When wild fruits are heavy on the branches,
When it snows and winter comes,
I hope you're not lonely.
Every sunrise and sunset,
When every flower blooms and falls,
We will always be with you.
Seven Star Valley will always be with you.
Dedicated to China People's Liberation Army missile midcourse soldiers.
Soldiers are always the cutest people! The person I admire most!
Salute!
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A poem by a soldier, a beautiful oath of loyalty to the country.
A poem by a soldier, a beautiful oath, and finally the country.
soldier
Leave home
Far away
It's too late to turn back
Hold back grief
I really want to see it.
I really want to see my elderly parents again.
Oh; Don't stop in a hurry.
Peace and stability are our ideals.
Stride and sing softly.
We are wearing green rings.
Yueer Wan Wan
Stars shine
I dreamed of the familiar appearance of my loved ones.
Quietly harvest silent love
Miss as if
Missing is like that thick wall.
Oh; Dreams in my heart have wings.
Believe in love between children.
A cavity of filial piety, ah a cavity of blood.
A spoony, a shot in the arm.
Soldiers can't forget.
Brilliant life
Soldiers can't complain
The desire in my heart
Soldiers are spirits in the sea of hearts.
Soldiers are under the national emblem.
A group of hot-blooded men
A group of hot-blooded men
Select from the 8623 troops
Author: Fu Aimin
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A kind of green grass is called soldier.
I often see a kind of green grass, which is warm. It grows everywhere, with tenacious life and firm will. The wind can't blow down, and the rain can't bend. Whenever there are dangers and dangers, you can always see them. He is on call to save people from hot water. Who is this green grass? Yes, he is a soldier. Every time I walked into the military camp, I was shocked by the momentum of training. The pace of unity and strong spirit always make people feel bright.
We see soldiers all the time, blue sky and blue sea, frontier islands, and heroes everywhere. Rich feelings, innocence and justice are their embodiment, and they are the green Great Wall of steel. How many wordless touches spread here? Lei Feng is a soldier, and he has been our role model for decades. How many touching stories and how many justice intertwined with blood and tears fully show that the right way in the world is Cang Sang. Who gave full play to the great name of soldier? It is all soldiers who are not afraid of danger, burning their youth silently. What kind of feeling is this? This is dedication, the great feelings of ordinary soldiers.
The return from fighting floods this year shows that soldiers have conquered nature. Do you still remember 1998, the war between man and nature? Soldiers were the first to rush to the front line, wrote touching music with their lives, and built the Great Wall of Steel to defend the country with their flesh and blood. In today's new era, they are more reflected in the struggle against evil and nature, as well as all the struggles against the crisis of human survival. This year's SARS fully realized that they listened to the command in all their actions, supported the epidemic areas, silently contributed, purified our lives like green grass and gave us life oxygen.
I want to praise you-green grass, I want to praise you-soldier. On the occasion of "August 1st", I wish all soldiers in the world happiness. Our people have seen what you have done. You are the children of the people, who will not be heartbroken if you inherit the breeze? But this is a good opportunity to exercise you. Life has a long way to go. The country needs green grass like you and the people need your support. With you, the Chinese nation will be stronger. You are the Great Green Steel Wall, shouldering the backbone of our Chinese nation. Song for you, I'm crazy about you. I know that you are full of amorous feelings, and you are not lonely at all. Your military songs are loud, and your heroic spirit is extraordinary. You are.
There is a kind of green grass called soldiers. It is hope, oxygen and the patron saint of world peace. How many moved, how many eventful years, the times need you, need your spirit, need a tenacious national soul. Under the influence of this spirit, China's tomorrow will always be the East.
Bless you China, bless you China soldiers, and wish there are more and more good people in the world, with green grass everywhere. Although I am not a soldier, I still salute you. Look at the sun rising in the sky. The east is red. That's you. You are the hope of our country. Only when there is hope will it be popular. China soldiers are always red.
Finally, let's keep up with the pulse of the times and play our loud military songs. The sun rises in the east, salute!
Wei Wei once said that the People's Liberation Army is the most lovely person. This eulogy for modern soldiers still proves this point. Salute the soldiers!