The martyr cemetery under the shade of pine and cypress,
Thousands of martyrs in an era,
The bones colonize and the soul rests in it.
For the sake of ideals,
In order to get rid of iron shackles and chains,
On the road of national independence and liberation,
Sacrifice in the struggle between dawn and darkness.
Zhao, Wang Lushui, He Wanxiang,
Luo Binghui, Zhang Yuanshou, Ada,
From the old Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army of 1 15 Division to the guerrilla king,
From the famous Meng Lianggu Yuanziya to Daqingshan.
And the anti-Japanese heroine Chen Ruoke,
A prison with a daughter under the full moon;
A talented woman abandoned her pen to join the army,
Blood splashed with revolutionary partners.
We must not forget that strength of the people,
How many times, how many times,
That simple red sister-in-law, milk, pancakes, unicycle,
Dedicated to the China Revolution.
Countless names of justice,
Thousands of "anti-strangulation" movements,
Focus on an unstoppable force,
Shout for the new China in my dream.
No wonder Su Yu, a "winning general" with outstanding military achievements,
The ashes were scattered in the cemetery,
With the scenery and sleeping comrades,
I gave up my most sincere wish before I died.
When the wind blows, pine trees will burst.
The hero's fearless memory of ShaSheng is deafening;
A continuous history of behavior,
After the agitation, the followers followed suit and set sail.
This is the pride of the people in the old revolutionary base areas.
This is a classic of many Yimeng spirits.
This is the weaving of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese dream.
This is the spiritual home of Chinese children.