Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poem 1 Tomb-Sweeping Day is a drama.
timely rain
In the name of Qingming
Showers since the Zhou Dynasty.
Ode to Yuanming in Qin, Han and Tang Dynasties
hand down from generation to generation
Poetry and songs leave traces.
Let it become a folk customs garden
Irrigation basin
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a field.
timely rain
Small trees in spring-one after another
Be bathed by it
Bud green
hand down from generation to generation
Pour into the fields of thousands of families
Mothproof and anticorrosion
Soak out fine varieties of grain.
Waiting for the spring breeze to enlighten us.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a game.
timely rain
Bundles of white chrysanthemums are dragging.
The melancholy of rain
One soul after another is crying on the branch.
play for time
Going back in time takes us back to the past.
Step on the ground of broken silver
We turn around with time.
Look at one's relatives
The rain in my eyes fell on the ground.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry 2 is another year of Tomb-Sweeping Day.
It's gloomy and rainy.
Glittering water dripped between the hair.
Tears of heaven
The cool breeze blows gently, and the heart is surging.
Tiandiliang road
Tears and acacia
Willow is turning green.
continue
The rotation of fallen leaves yesterday
Flowers are everywhere in Xinger.
Pale pink
The petals fell to the ground.
continue
Flowers bloom and fall.
Send sadness in the white sky
Today is not yesterday, and yesterday is not today.
Tongan
Only hard work and happiness
But heaven and earth laugh together.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poetry on April 3rd is a season of meditation.
April is the season of memories.
The sunshine in April is warm and charming.
It seems to tell us
How happy our life is now.
It encourages us to do more:
Don't forget history, cherish the present.
In front of the Martyrs Cemetery, I stood and took a photo.
At this moment, my heart is surging,
Can we follow in the footsteps of martyrs? !
Can we raise the red flag?
A passionate, an exciting,
An idea, a question.
When I was in kindergarten,
I learned about Luo Shiwen and Che Yaoxian from my parents and teachers.
* * * The producer is indomitable to the enemy's butcher's knife.
Deeply rooted in my young mind.
I met radish head in primary school.
He is as old as us,
What I did was so heroic.
I also read about revolutionary ancestors in books.
For the happiness of the people, the liberation of the nation and the future of the motherland,
Wave upon wave, heroic struggle, epic.
Today, in front of the radish head sculpture,
I can still feel his heroism when he was young,
What is he thinking calmly?
Does he feel childish?
I read eight opinions repeatedly in prison,
It seems to see the bright red blood of the martyrs.
At the expense of personal interests and life,
Can we be like martyrs without regrets?
Now, in the process of modernization,
How do we realize the martyr's legacy?
In the face of martyrs, I think,
As an ordinary party member,
We should raise the banner of national rejuvenation!
Comfort the martyrs,
We are going through a new era. A feat!
It is difficult to create hurricanes and rain.
Write a new song on the road to reform!
We use our lives,
Write a wonderful life like a martyr,
The strength of the motherland depends on ourselves!
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry 4 We can't forget, we won't forget, today's beautiful life,
From your hard work and dedication yesterday.
Without your bloody struggle, we wouldn't have today.
Rest in peace, hero.
With the deepest reverence, we walked into the martyrs cemetery.
Listen to the bloody inscription and live in our hearts forever!
Qingming Festival is approaching, and we come to the Martyrs Monument.
This is a holy pure land, where the heroic spirit of the martyrs is placed.
Martyrs are immortal, and monuments remain forever.
The east wind blows, the pine branches swing, and the young pioneers come to sweep the grave.
Staring at the tomb of the martyrs, the heroic spirit of the martyrs is still there.
Revolutionary heirloom, handed down from generation to generation.
For the organs in the rear, for the thousands of villagers in Qian Qian,
Thirteen-year-old Wang Erxiao led the enemy into an ambush.
His blood dyed the mountains red, his blood dyed the blue sky red,
He is an example for us to learn from.
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and white flowers pay homage to their loved ones.
Remembering the heroic deeds of the martyrs, the heroes burst into tears.
The martyrs' achievements shine for thousands of years, and the torch of stars is passed down from generation to generation.
Being born as a descendant of the Chinese people is extremely proud, but being born as a descendant of the dragon is not glorious.
We are the founders and successors of the new century.
Since childhood, I have set my ambition to serve the country, be a good builder and successor, and write a new chapter in China.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poem 5: It rains in the Qingming Festival.
People all over the world pay homage to their ancestors.
The wandering heart suddenly approaches you.
I'm afraid of crying in pain.
Weeds in front of the grave have been waiting for wanderers returning from a foreign land.
Ten years of separation
Tears of the day
Gently approach your land.
Afraid to disturb your dream of precipitation
Ten years of deep sleep.
Tears like rain curtain
Increase of white hair between black hair
Kneel at your grave.
The heart is also full of pain.
Where are the happy days?
Where are the memories of childhood?
father
You are deep in your sleeping land.
Have you ever felt the heartache of my knife?
Have you heard my crying words?
It is a luxury to confess to you.
It is also very helpless to tell you.
Separation of yin and yang
Affectionate money (to sb)
The difference between heaven and earth
Father loves mountains!