I love them, I praise them and I admire them. They would rather be heroes who died gloriously than traitors who drag out an ignoble existence. This is the characteristic of our martyrs in China, and I have infinite admiration for them. They are the gratitude of our people in China. They are sacred and no one can replace them. In my eyes, they mean light and are the power to overcome everything. The following is a poem for everyone to remember the revolutionary martyrs. Welcome to refer to!
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1. The poem "Self-oath" has ushered in the rise of the oriental spirit, regardless of harvest or cultivation.
I am willing to give my blood to my future land in exchange for permanent peace in China.
Second, "Poetry in Prison" roamed the rivers and lakes to recall the past, so the old people were born and died differently.
I abandoned my troubles, found something in common, and left my pride as a prisoner.
Third, the "righteous poems" are full of snow and sorrow. Why should the revolution be afraid of decapitation?
Keep your son's arrogance and avenge the king of Chu three years later!
Fourth, "Poetry of Righteousness" hates not resisting Japanese death, which is reserved for today's shame.
The country is still so broken, why should I cherish this head
5. "Dajiang Song Turn East" Dajiang Song Turn East to help the poor.
Ten years of broken walls, it is difficult to reward the sea and be a hero.
6. "Expressing My Feelings by the River" swears to be the country, not the home, and to cross the river all over the world.
Are all men good? Why are women so bad?
I will be loyal to my motherland and have a boiling passion.
Baishan Blackwater can wipe out the enemy and smile at the red flag.
Seven, "recently? Answer Li Shuyi: I lost my pride. Yang Jun lost her willow, which is light and straight. Asked what WU GANG had, WU GANG held out osmanthus wine.
Lonely Chang 'e has wide sleeves, and Wan Li dances for the loyal soul. Suddenly came the news that the world had been dormant, and tears flew down and poured down.
Eight, "Walking with shackles" Walking in the long street with shackles, stumbling, stumbling, and people in the city vying for attention, I am not ashamed.
Walking in the street with chains, the city people were shocked by the sound of chains, and my heart was at peace.
Walking in chains on the long street, the more ambitious you are and the more you fight as a prisoner, the workers and peasants will be liberated.
Nine, "Prison Song" The door where people go in and out is locked, and the hole where dogs climb out is open.
A voice shouted? Climb out and set you free!
I long for freedom, but I know deeply? How can a human body crawl out of a dog hole!
I hope that one day, the underground fire will burn me and this living coffin together.
I deserve to live forever in fire and blood!