Tomb-Sweeping Day's poetry recitation for the martyrs 1, unfamiliar and familiar faces, are fixed on the cold tablet surface.
Or green or vicissitudes, full of regrets and beliefs,
Even if it loses the breath of life, it still reflects dazzling colors.
On this sunny day, I stand at your grave,
Feel the cold, think about the past,
See your unchanging face and firm eyes.
There seems to be a silent language in the air.
I can hear you. It's what I think of my family.
It is the slightest emotion shouted from the heart, and it is the nostalgia for the police camp.
It is a variety of missions shouldered by the shoulders and loyalty to the motherland.
Now, your body has already dissipated with the wind, but the police spirit has been passed down from generation to generation.
As you can see, I am still going on, taking on the responsibility that you are not competitive.
He joined in and defended your faith,
See you next year, or this day.
You keep your faith and I'll take my thoughts with me.
Ren Chunlei started up, and the sky was like rain.
It can't stop the inheritance of the spirit and the spread of the journey.
Tomb-Sweeping Day recites Martyrs' Poetry 2 (1) Male: Pine and cypress droop and safflower is colorless.
Woman: The Yangtze River roars and the Yellow River roars.
Men and women: Kyushu mourns, and the earth whimpers.
H: What's the matter? What happened? Oh, hero! They came slowly.
Man: You see, at that time, our good monitor in Yongning County saved Wang Tao, a child who fell into the water.
Woman: You see, Lu Xiaogu, our labor hero in Guyuan County at that time.
M: You see, at that time, our group art museum was a very enterprising historian.
Woman: Look! Who are those people!
Man: What do you see?
Woman: Tears!
Man and woman: The hero is crying! The hero cried! H: why! Why!
M: Because the hero saw it, yes. The star doesn't know what Lugou Bridge is.
Female: Because the hero saw some singers actually wearing Japanese military flags;
M: Because the hero laughed when he saw some students see Japanese devils killing China people in movies.
Woman: Because the hero saw it, the mayor of Tang Tang saw the girl fall into the water and didn't save her.
Man and woman: The hero is crying! The hero cried! H: no! Don't! Don't make heroes cry! Can't! We should study hard.
Learn from our glorious history.
Woman: I know our humiliating past.
Man: We should keep fit.
W: We should beautify our hearts.
We promise that we are patriotic and law-abiding, rational and honest, United and friendly, diligent and self-reliant, and dedicated.
Man: Look! Look! Man and woman: The hero smiled! The hero laughed! They laughed so brightly.
He: What a hero! Heroes! Man: Bai Lianhua is everywhere.
Woman: No, it's a magnificent mountain and river.
He: What a hero! Heroes! Man: This white dove is soaring in the wind.
Woman: No, it's singing about the beautiful motherland.
(3) Men and women: holding white flowers with tears all over their faces.
Isn't it comforting the hero? He: Behind the heroes, there will be countless heroes! Heroism will be inherited by countless people! Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die.
There are heroes behind the heroes, decorating the mountains and rivers.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's memorial poem recitation 3 piety,
Proud,
We came to your grave;
Get inspired,
Because of thinking,
We wander around you.
Ah,
The bamboo forest growls and describes your deeds;
Pine trees roll with waves, praising your spirit.
In the white sand, under the tomb of the martyrs surrounded by cypress trees,
Eight heroes rest here;
In the past, during the war years,
There are eight soldiers who are memorable.
They are-
Dear "Baisha Eight Martyrs",
They are the flags of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and the good sons of the people!
Maybe,
Our classmates don't know you well,
But history, like the Great Wall,
It will never be erased.
As revolutionaries, you,
Wrote angrily "bloody hard facts":
So,
You are in Maoshan area,
Together with the patriotic people, they clamored for the rise and fall of the country;
So,
There you are,
In the face of fierce enemies, we fought back resolutely.
But in the end,
You are still pierced by the enemy's wire through your shoulder blades,
Buried here mercilessly by the enemy,
The youngest "Little Crab" martyr died at the age of 18. ...
Tomb-Sweeping Day sang poems for the martyrs. 4 I stood on the iron cable bridge, which was swaying gently.
Clouds floating over Erlang Mountain,
White waves rolled at the foot of Dadu River.
The heroic Red Army,
I used to pass through here, holding high the red flag and facing the fire.
Warriors,
Climb up the chain,
Braving the dense hail,
Broke through the enemy's barrage!
Ah!
The buildings that fought fiercely in those days,
Now it has become a classroom for children;
Where the warriors shed their blood,
Pears are blooming all over the tree.
People are holding beautiful flowers,
Gently, gently sprinkled on this heroic land.
I stood on the iron cable bridge,
The tide is surging.
Clouds floating over Erlang Mountain,
White waves rolled at the foot of Dadu River.
Ah!
In this land of heroes,
I want to sing loudly!