Help write two poems about 5.4. Recite it.

It clearly echoes in my ears. I refused to sign the contract in Qingdao and punished the traitor in the national rights contract. How can the motherland trample on the land of China? This is the just cry of a group of warm-blooded young people. This is a glorious declaration of a group of patriots, like a volcano in which magma is generated, like a sword stabbing into the darkness, like a torrent rushing, like a petrel fighting the wind and waves, beating the traitors, burning the Cao family with all his heart, and suppressing what he did with my blood. Xuanyuan Splash This is a great victory against imperialism and feudalism. This is an extraordinary turning point in history. This is a banner that will always be held high. I am an eternal patriotic poem. Open the calendar in May. My thoughts fly far away. Open the calendar in May, and I feel a little more worried. The cloud of war still hangs over Iraq. The land of Kosovo is filled with strong smoke. Japanese right-wingers arbitrarily denied it. The discordant melody of symphonic understanding of the history of aggression against China and world peace flickers on and off, how many sufferings have been deduced in the long human society, how many tragedies have been staged frequently in the long years of historical civilization. The hard facts tell us that ignorance will be deceived and backwardness will be beaten. I opened the May calendar. Confidence has doubled and confidence has soared. My faith is a strong fortress, and my ideal is like a burning flame. The call for peace has resounded through the seeds of global friendship. The horn has blown across the country, and the spring breeze of reform is blowing all over Shuyang. Young friends, let's hold high the May 4th Red Flag, unite as one, work hard, catch up and strive for self-improvement to meet the new century and brilliant tomorrow.