Poetry recitation in praise of revolutionary martyrs

Lift the cloak of dawn and burn the red leaves all over the mountains from October to March until the villagers fill the rice fields with joy. You are still standing at the entrance of the village, looking out peacefully.

Bullet holes in the wall shuttle through the free passage, walking with the faith of children and grandchildren, and the cold wind blows the horn of spring.

The tall stone tablet is a happy mailbox filled with children's nursery rhymes, and the flowers surrounded by the crowd set off the hero's appearance.

The blade of the combat knife grows on the ancient poplar, which is the scar of the hero. Bloody ribbons are wrapped around bright stars. It is your shining medal that sticks your hometown to your chest.

An old man in the alley is holding a yellowed photo, mending the years. She climbed the cloud with the ivy watered by the story and spread it into a smiling face.

Sparkling raindrops are the hero's soul kissing the title page of loess at the foot of this bustling world with historical negatives. Did you see that the Long March once crossed the preface and fluttered on the road of happiness?

Chapter II: Red Army Martyrs Memorial Tower

Author: Poetry

Red Army Martyrs Memorial Tower, a blooming revolutionary memorial flower. The predecessors worked hard, and Ruijin's sons and daughters shed blood. Tens of thousands of heroic horses crossed, and the banner of establishing political power hung high. Breaking the encirclement and suppression of the Long March, 25,000 Li of Yan 'an was tied. The old man tells traditional words and inspires future generations to stride forward.