A short poem of tears for the heroic sacrifice in Qingming Festival

The long river of time is endless, but it cannot dilute our memory of the revolutionary martyrs. Every inch of land where they fought bloody battles in those days is now full of flowers and trees. We should cherish the hard-won life now and understand our historical responsibility and mission. Next, I will bring you a poem about 20 17 Tomb-Sweeping Day. I hope you like it!

Qingming Tears Sacrifice to Heroes (1) Looking up at the sky slowly, my chest is as painful as a knife.

Tears welled up in my eyes, choking in my throat, and mourning in my soul.

Once Xiong Zhi threw a blue shield, and the blood was just swearing.

Benevolence, justice, law enforcement and dancing breeze

Iron fist washes away dirty water, and the world enjoys happiness and peace.

Youth serves the motherland, and today heroes hang monuments.

The spirit lives forever in the world and is deeply respected.

Integrity into the police, loyalty to the soul, still guarding the sky.

Qingming Tears Sacrifice Heroes and Heroes (2) A Nation

a country

That's the blood of thousands of martyrs in Qian Qian.

Use the life's mountains and rivers.

The story of Schleswig-Holstein, the feat of a martyr

Always a flag

* * * The Republic of China is magnificent because it has a hero like Qian Qian.

They plucked the strings to play.

* * * The most magnificent chapter in the history of the Republic of China.

Sing with their notes

* * * and the strongest sound of totem.

Qingming Tears Sacrifice Heroes and Heroes (3) Reread the strange prose, stop your eyes and get blood.

On the case, jing xing is rare and has many heroes.

The ambition often rises with the clouds and waves, and the male body competes for mountains and rivers.

Kyushu is as good as iron.

Awesome, often depressed, what's in your heart, who can say.

I hate the rest of my life being too late.

Covered and shed tears, the smell of embarrassment made Huang Liang feel more.

On this day, I was thinking about heroes in the hustle and bustle.

Qingming Tears Sacrifice Heroes (4) Those mounds

Sleep for a year

What a long dream?

Those smiling faces

Near Qingming

Memories are still there

Wandering in the distance

Tian Yang

shadowy

Tears were torn.

The stars are full of reverie.

What a cold moonlight.

Seasonal mildew frost

A pile of burnt paper has weathered.

A different world.

Are you used to being stationed?

My grandparents

My father's brother.

Pinch a handful of loess and drown the golden body.

Tearful eyes, begging for heaven.

Twelve o'clock gentleman

Lead me to poetry.

Lead a wandering soul forward

Serve the Buddha.

I want to spill my spirits.

Yang Fang in March.

Be full of worries