Modern poems describing soldiers on Army Day
When I was a child, I had a dream.
When you grow up, you should wear a green military uniform.
Because in movies and books,
Parents said, the teacher said,
Defending the country is the most sacred,
Joining the army to fight is the most glorious.
Work,
I contribute to civil affairs,
I add strength to society.
But my ambition is not finished, my dream is not round,
Not wearing a green uniform,
What exactly is a soldier like?
Speaking of the military rest system,
Retired military cadres on the job,
Became a military wife again,
The word "soldier" is engraved in my heart.
Only know that soldiers are like this:
Simple and simple dress,
Unswerving faith.
Soldiers are the most loyal sons and daughters of the motherland.
Soldiers are the strongest backbone of the Great Wall.
Soldiers are the embodiment of sentient beings and righteousness.
Soldiers are an iron wall to defend the motherland.
Soldiers are truly fearless fighters,
Soldiers are the backbone of peacekeeping.
Soldiers also have romantic love,
Soldiers also have family dreams.
It's just a sacred mission, wearing a military uniform,
Many times, I hide my feelings deeply.
Because, every soldier,
Obey the Party Central Committee at all times.
Changed jobs, retired,
Old and weak,
But once you sit down, stand, laugh and talk,
Still:
The temperament and appearance of a soldier.
Because of them,
Leave one's post but not leave the party.
Although I took off my green uniform,
Unlike the public:
"One Belt, One Road" century-old dream,
Anti-corruption has attracted much attention.
High political and ideological awareness,
"Four stresses and four haves" are in my heart.
Educate children and grandchildren to have a good family style,
Hearts always go to parties.
The second modern poem describing soldiers on Army Day
I love the frontier and the bright moon all my life, and Wan Li can see rivers and mountains.
The night is far away.
The heart is close: a celebration of thousands of lights.
I can hear the spring caressing the grass in my hometown.
You can see that the moonlight in Jiangnan is as light as a roll of Suzhou embroidery.
In front of me, the snow spread in Yinshan Mountain, and a Mongolian long tune sounded in my ear.
A group of pigeon whistles answered, in the land of China.
Their wings beat against farms, villages and cities.
A soldier with a steel gun looks like a statue in the moonlight.
Staring at the rubble under the boundary pillar, the cold white light flashed.
Only he knows the meaning of moonlight.
Only he knows the temperature of the moonlight.
Moonlight, like fat, flows in the wind at the border.
An oasis grows on dry and rough land.
A lion is running on the trembling horizon.
It passed through the white snow plain.
Or the tropical jungle, or the South China Sea Islands.
Or desert Gobi, yellow sand Wan Li.
And under the fragrant flowers, whispering love.
This is his secret memo.
Say goodbye to the city, not lonely.
Keeping the border is not lonely.
When the moon on the border rises, compile
Interpreting China's Great Dictionary.
From Changbai Tianchi to Nanhai.
9.6 million square kilometers of land is shrouded in
In the same moonlight: bright and quiet as yarn.