The ten red poems in memory of the revolutionary martyrs are:
1. "Qijue"
Facing the Japanese sword and trying this body, the common man left a heroic legacy to Kunlun.
Eighty-two heroic bones dare to laugh at Tian Heng's five hundred people.
2. "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou"
Looking at the vast Shuobei River without any restraints, I can still see the beacon smoke. Recalling the turbulent wind and rain, the loss of the family and the country, the strong man cannot sleep. The iron horse breaks through the glacier, and the blood stains the snow and turns it into elixir. What a miserable seven years, dealing with the bandits. ? Walking all over the white mountains and black waters, the Japanese are like beasts despite the sun, but the morale is still strong. Then he swallowed cotton and chewed grass, and killed thousands of enemies. The biting wind blows, the clothes turn into ice armor, the anger burns, and the loneliness shocks the stubbornness. Heroic souls linger around the banks of the Songjiang River and the mountains are stacked on top of each other.
3. "Seven Wonders"
Lie down and listen to the sound of wind and rain in Japan, and the sound of pine waves breaking through the sky.
The general just waits for the smoke of war to rise, and then leads Qingshan's 100,000 troops.
4. "Seven Rhymes"
Walking on the green steps to climb Wanping, one can feel how sentimental it is by the Marco Polo Bridge.
The smoke of gunfire is rising again before our eyes, and the roar of war horses can still be heard in our ears.
Countless bullet marks tell the story of the past, and many heroes inscribe their heroic names.
The clear river swayed gently, and the ancient city walls accompanied the moonlight.
5. "Seven Rules"
The real devil with claws in the East starts a war at the expense of his neighbor.
The war in China is burning and the stars are falling, and the strong men’s swords are grinding with blood.
We will fight to the death to finally finish Chi County and clarify that it is not just the Yellow River.
Thousands of heroes are buried here, surrounded by green mountains and green trees.
6. "Bu Shuanzi"
The artery runs through the Yellow River, and the vein flows into the Yangtze River.
China’s rivers and rivers flow with blood vessels and nourish my heart, liver and organs.
Gold can be seen in fierce fire, and revolution can survive wind and rain.
Patriotic poetry is passed down from generation to generation, and the red flag spectrum is fertile with blood.
7. "The River is Red"
When I reread this wonderful article, I saw blue blood everywhere where I stopped.
On the desk, there are stars, phoenixes, and many heroes.
Ambition often rises with the clouds and waves, and the majestic body competes with the mountains and rivers.
A good head is exchanged for Kyushu Tong, with a heart as strong as iron.
Awesome energy, often depressed, and there are things on my mind, who can tell.
It is too late to regret the rest of my life, and I have never been in the same category.
The paper is covered with clear tears, and hearing the bamboo slipper makes Huangliang wake up.
Bian Chen was noisy again today, thinking of heroes.
8. "Revolutionary Martyrs Are Immortal"
The ancient road has cool blue stones; martyrs are buried in the forest.
Eighteen military ginseng; loyal bones buried in a foreign country.
The white-haired lady in the hut; I think about her every day.
Warning to our generation; don’t forget them.
Poetry 5: Revolutionary Martyrs Are Immortal
Thousands of years have passed since the Qingming Festival, and it has been a long-lasting love affair. Each person only sacrifices his own father-in-law. Are there flowers in front of the martyrs’ monuments?
9. "Cemetery Gate"
Stepping into the cemetery is a breeze, and many tourists pay tribute to the heroes.
The cuckoos deliberately give way, and the pines and cypresses silently greet the road.
The green-dyed high altar is drizzled with rain, and the gilded characters convey the names of virtuous people.
How quiet it is when decorated with white flowers. Standing in front of the steps and listening to the sound of rain.
10. "Martyrs Memorial Hall"
The hall was solemn for a few minutes, and I respected my appearance.
Leaving his hometown to pursue Marxism and Leninism, he sacrificed his life to serve as workers and peasants.
No need to talk about hardships, bullets and bullets will not change your appearance.
How many men have no surnames, and their heroic spirits have turned into thousands of pines.