Poetry 1: a song of national unity
56 flowers are planted in a flowerpot.
Fifty-six bamboos are connected by one piece.
Fifty-six ethnic groups
Poetry 1: a song of national unity
56 flowers are planted in a flowerpot.
Fifty-six bamboos are connected by one piece.
Fifty-six ethnic groups are United,
We can turn our motherland into a flower.
Fifty-six kilns were built in one house.
Car 56 ore was smelted into a heat of steel.
Fifty-six ethnic groups are United,
We can build our motherland into a prosperous and powerful country.
Poetry 2: "Hymn of Unity against Japan"
Brothers do not bully outsiders.
Lessons of blood and tears
separatist warlord regime
Years of scuffle
The country is weak and the people suffer.
At this point, to our east,
A grimace appeared.
Using virtual intrusion
Rambling, burning, killing and looting.
Forty thousand compatriots are angry.
Condemn with words and deeds
Resist with the body
Resist with a broadsword
When the country is in danger,
A figure stood up and shouted
Go north to fight the devil.
Our great * * * production party,
Forget the past,
Everything puts national interests first.
Xi'an Incident
Forcing the Chiang dynasty
* * * cooperation, unity against Japan.
Pingxingguan World War I, clean and beautiful.
The Eighth Route Army enjoys a high reputation.
Taierzhuang bloody battle
The Japanese army suffered heavy losses
Hundred-Regiment Campaign
The little devil was afraid,
Build a bunker,
Enclose barbed wire
Like a group of animals in captivity,
Look at you, bear.
Little devil, get out of here
What awaits you is self-destruction.
None of the invaders in the past came to a good end
Poetry 3: Home, Unity and Effort
Bitter north wind and heavy snow
Tear hard
Among the red willows
The nest of a pair of goldfinches
sway
Five small mouths
In the sky.
It's just that Fengyu's body is shaking violently.
Crispy-branched
Can't stand the wind
Gradually blown away by the wind and snow
Two tits are busy in the snow.
Make unremitting efforts
Fill in the shortcomings of nature
The birds were not too alarmed.
Because my parents are still standing.
On the swaying red willow
Five small mouths are open to the sky.
Point to a place * * *
where
There is only one pursuit.
Forge ahead in unity