The eight women who threw themselves into the river shocked the sea and made the gods cry.
Black water is full of wind and waves, and white rain is dedicated to the loyal soul.
Heaven testifies that heroes are excited, and the earth eulogizes heroes.
Anti-Japanese smoke finally dispersed and passed down from generation to generation.
—— He Yunchun (Beijing)
Eight women threw themselves into the river (new rhyme)
I remember my tears in Longjiang, heroic and thin.
Beauty is heroic and fragrant, and the clear water is sad and hateful.
The homeland is sad and dreams, and the monument casts the history to serve the loyal soul.
Yanhuang is proud, wiping the eyes of China, the eyes of the sun and the moon.
—— Li (Beijing)
Yu Huahu, the king of explosions
Dedicated to the national defense, the reputation of heroes spread all over the world.
Power and prestige scare the masses, and wisdom blooms victory.
The newcomers in the liberated areas are more beautiful, and the achievements of mine warfare have been praised by many people.
The name of the gold medal shines brightly, and the heart of Qing Shidan reflects rosy clouds.
—— Zheng Yuwei (Beijing)
Yu Huahu, my hero.
There are mountains and flowers everywhere, and the enemy is terrified.
Traps are buried in the barren tableland on all sides, and a maze is set in the third ring road.
The good news is that the smoke is rolling and the guns are rumbling.
Zhaoyuan militia has bright aspirations, and Jiaodong Peninsula is easy to sail.
—— He Yunchun (Beijing)
Ma Benzhai hero mother and son
Two generations of heroes, mother and son, forged Kunlun with loyalty and courage.
There is national hatred in Xuan Ci's tears, and a strong man's feelings contain respect for the country.
Wan Ma Benteng drove the Japanese aggressors, bleeding profusely.
Now the waves are rising from the ocean, and a sad song is starting from Kunming.
—— Wang Correction (Beijing)
Ode to Ma Benzhai
Swear to save my hometown and shoot Sirius by the shipwreck.
The green gauze tent hides the ambition of moving mountains, and the ground breaks the enemy.
Invincible and in shock, terrified and terrified.
The mainstay of Jizhong stands tall, and the names of mother and son are immortal.
—— Liu Kezheng (Beijing)
Praise the blasting hero Ma Lixun.
Heroic memories outside Yandong Village, thunder and tinnitus.
The shanzhai is full of fire cows, and the towers have become tofu camps.
The enemy attacked my house, and God shelled him, and the Japanese invaders were shocked.
There are beautiful scenery at the moment, so don't let monsters run wild again.
—— Wang Correction (Beijing)
"Blasting King" Ma Lixun
Scared by the wind, the devil has a headache.
Lacan had a dream for three nights. He was frightened and messed up a pot of soup.
A unique way, opened the road to charge, condensed the gauntlet into a much-told chapter.
Who is short in youth, flowers bloom brilliantly.
—— Li Zengshan (Beijing)
The poor sang the praises of Fang Zhimin.
Yiyang sunset Luyangge, half of the southeast blood and tears.
Righteousness is really like doing good, and poverty is like anti-corruption songs.
The head should be respected in China, and the bottom of the prison can be used as an iron inkstone.
Martyrs will inspire the younger generation for a long time and love the mountains and rivers for the officials.
Note: Lushan, Wen Tianxiang,No. Wenshan. There is a poem called Song Zhengqi.
—— Wang Correction (Beijing)
You remember Fang Zhimin.
The tenth army of Chizhi Jiangxi, the iron flow swept Chen Hubei.
The wind is red, the grass is sad, Huai Yu, the pen is thunderous.
I am willing to spray blood for my people and keep myself poor.
Xingtian danced passionately and held high a patriotic heart.
—— Shi Lijun (Beijing)
(All the above poems are contributed by China Poetry Society. )