Poems in memory of revolutionary martyrs

In daily study, work or life, many people are familiar with some widely circulated poems, which have the characteristics of harmonious phonology, distinct rhythm and catchy words. Still struggling to find good poems? The following is a collection of poems carefully compiled by me to commemorate the revolutionary martyrs for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

1, Beishan Martyrs Cemetery

An image built with blood and life

Has been forgotten by history as a cold season.

Greatness, truth and our happiness.

The rejection of the latecomers who are divorced from reality

It's cold around the cemetery.

My flower basket is close to my childhood textbook.

It's lost here

Vow to join the Young Pioneers 30 years ago

A martyr might as well die in the sky.

You lost a lot of sadness.

I missed a lot of poetic language.

In front of the martyr's tomb

Approaching gently

Gaze quietly

I want to show my piety with a stick of incense.

Tell you: this year is not the year before.

When my mother didn't come, there were no shoes in front of the monument.

Because of my mother, I saved enough money for you for two years.

I took the wrong train to heaven.

With the desolation and profundity of the monument,

Prove to time

The posture of a generation falling and standing

You become a martyr, but you don't know what a martyr is.

Just like Clivia doesn't know what it has to do with Clivia.

When you crawl and bleed.

You gave Mother Earth a complete heart.

You have no idea how many such hearts there are.

Converging into a huge solution flow.

Just spit out a brilliant China.

I associate the birthday of a country with you.

Is it a masterpiece?

Hometown, I am just a humble dust.

My laughter and crying are nothing.

I miss it in my way.

If time can go back to 20 years ago,

I will use my surging song of spring tide.

Song for you, sing for my motherland, Guan Shanyue.

In the fifteenth year of Herong's reign, the general did not fight empty borders.

Zhu dances heavily, but the horse is fat and the bow is broken.

Garrison Diao Dou urged the moon to set and joined the army at the age of 30.

Who knows that a strong man's heart is in the flute, and the sand head is empty.

When the Central Plains heard about the war, some descendants turned against Hu Chuan.

The adherents are dying and looking forward to recovery, and they are crying tonight!

2. Qingming Emotion-Dedicated to Martyrs

A loud thunder rolled over the tombstone.

Like applause

Nobody wants to.

Go to sleep forever at the age of eighteen

Only the green ones.

For back protection.

The dream of those white doves

Crawl on the ground automatically

Build a great wall

Forgetting is a sin.

But don't use "forever young"

Comfort these sleeping people.

Maybe one day.

Tombstones also wrinkle.

Imitate, not them

The one I have been longing for for for a long time

The general's age

Still silent.

A martyr worshipper

Must be as silent as a martyr

Only thunder has the right to rumble on it.

Like the echo of the battlefield

or

Our voices

3. "Victory"

Is there a thorn that can't be cut off?

Is there a jackal who can't be killed?

Is there a mountain that can't be pushed down?

You just have to work hard,

Struggle bravely;

Constantly,

It exists forever.

Victory belongs to you!

Victory belongs to you!

4. Prison Documentary

The enemy can only cut off our heads,

Never shake our faith!

Because of the creed we believe in,

Is the truth of the universe!

Sacrifice for capitalism,

Bleeding for the Soviet Union,

This is what we are very willing to do!

5, "with shackles"

Walking in chains on long streets, stumbling again and again,

I'm not ashamed that city people compete for attention.

Walking in the street in chains, how loud the chains are,

Everyone in the city was surprised, and I was at peace.

Walking down the street in chains, the more ambitious you are,

When prisoners are beaten, workers and peasants are liberated together.