I lost my pride, Yang Jun lost her willow, and the willow was light and straight. Asked what WU GANG had, WU GANG held out osmanthus wine.
Lonely Chang 'e has wide sleeves, and Wan Li dances for the loyal soul. Suddenly came the news that the world had been dormant, and tears flew down and poured down.
Mr. Luo
The desert flies sand and swallows it every day, and the solitary smoke is like a soul. I didn't eat Japanese slave meat when I was alive, and I dare not blame Yan for saving my account.
Rola Chen
How does it feel to be beheaded today? There are many difficulties in starting a business I will go to Quantai to recruit Kibaki and behead Yamaraja with100000 as the standard.
Yun Dai Ying
Wandering in the Jianghu to reminisce about the past, old friends are different in life and death, and they abandon their worries and customs, leaving behind the lofty sentiments of Chu prisoners.
Clear feelings-dedicated to martyrs
A loud thunder rolled over the tombstone.
Like applause
Nobody wants to.
Go to sleep forever at the age of eighteen
Only the green ones.
For back protection.
The dream of those white doves
Crawl on the ground automatically
Build a great wall
Forgetting is a sin.
But don't use "forever young"
Comfort these sleeping people.
Maybe one day.
Tombstones also wrinkle.
Imitate, not them
The one I have been longing for for for a long time
The general's age
Still silent.
A martyr worshipper
Must be as silent as a martyr
Only thunder has the right to rumble on it.
Like the echo of the battlefield
or
Our voices
In front of the martyrs monument
-Young Pioneers presented poems in front of the martyrs' tombs.
Why should we go into battle lightly?
Why do we feel so heavy?
Why does heaven cry?
Why do pines and cypresses have feelings?
This is a great school,
Sow the flame of revolution.
This is a sacred place,
Have the spirit of martyrs.
From the blood of six gentlemen who defended Wu,
The shock to the five strong men of Langya Mountain;
From the white terror of "412",
To the rumble of the autumn harvest uprising;
From a single spark in Jinggangshan,
War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's rolling smoke;
Judging from the brilliant victories of the three major battles,
In Ran Ran, the first five-star red flag rises on Tiananmen Gate. ...
The martyrs are in high spirits and unstoppable.
The martyr is dying and high-spirited!
Pour blood,
Dedicated to the flowery years.
In the rain of bullets,
You stand firm;
In the smoke,
You shout at me!
The soldier in front fell down,
Countless soldiers rushed forward again;
A red flag falls,
There are countless red flags held high.
Blood played the hero's victory song,
The glorious course of youth writing.
Long live the martyr!
The monument is eternal!
Recall the past,
We can't tell you how much we respect martyrs.
Look now,
Can't finish singing our infinite longing for tomorrow.
Yangtze River and Yellow River,
Because your blood is boiling.
The majestic Kunlun Mountain and the Great Wall of Wan Li,
Eternal because of your heroic ambition!
Dear martyr!
You may not wake up,
But we will always remember you.
The monument stands tall and is your tall figure.
The ever-flowing stream is your immortal soul.
Pine and cypress are your eternal heroism,
Blue sky and white clouds are the habitat of your soul.
Now, we are standing in the golden sunshine,
Touch the hot red heart with your hand, full of lofty ideals and lofty sentiments;
Let the bright five-star red flag testify for us,
We will finish your unfinished journey!
We are civilized and polite people;
We are brave and tenacious people;
We are people who explore new knowledge;
We are descendants of Lei Feng's spirit;
We are the inheritors of capitalism.