Who broke my mother's golden ou in Na Yue?
Half Yangtze River, half Heilongjiang.
The iron hoof of aggression carries evil desires.
Stepping bloody memories into cracked black soil?
Snowflakes are floating
The endless white curse continues.
That year was 1935.
The turbulent times have lost the support of unity.
No family, no friendship.
The bloodthirsty gun pointed at the chest of the compatriots.
Close your eyes.
Hear the ridicule from snowflakes.
65438 1 month+February
Roar through time and space
Hold the earth by the throat.
Countless blood vessels are shaking.
Anger stretches out its hands like a forest.
Cleaning the streets of China city.
Snowflakes are floating
The ninth day of that day.
The awakening of youth is the awakening of China.
The unity of youth is the unity of China.
People who don't want to lose their homes wake up.
Those who don't want to be conquered get up.
Farewell to the history of blood and fire
Let's stick to the spirit of 129.
Standing at the forefront of 2 1 century as a giant.
The world cheers for us, and the world cheers for China! !
memory
Beiping jietou
The wind is biting/biting/biting
cold
Huaxia hot land
grief and idignation
Resentment has become a common practice.
National hatred
National hatred
Why did you forget Cang Xiong?
Yang is like blood.
Women in the Long March
Broken-hearted southern swallow
Soul leads Sun Moon Lake
Dream of Ali Mountain
Choke my throat everywhere
Where is China?
129 ambition
Forged 5 thousand loyal souls
The students study hard.
Boxing is patriotic and sincere.
Broadsword waving
Cecilia Han Xuan Yan
Jiuqu ileum verve casting
This magnificent monument will last forever.
Xuanyuan Heilong, what do you think of me?
3.
The moon is thin and hung like a sickle for cutting grass.
In the night sky
The long hair of the stars caressed the rivers and mountains.
Whose hand is on my chest?
Beating the river and waves
Whose hand lit my eyes?
A never-ending bonfire at night
I listened attentively to the sound of a horseshoe watch.
Beating my fragile heart again and again.
No one will forget.
It penetrated the thick upper class and the historical days of the1February 9 movement.
Whether it's red wind or blood rain.
The voice of young people's blood boiling
incision
In the patriotic student movement of the Chinese people, the most
A touching chapter
The song extends from the horizon of China.
People are chanting
The times are listening
Farewell
If I shed tears and breathe fragrant.
Fix the true feelings at the peak of the high-pitched world
Step by step towards the forerunner
I saw countless delicate green hands scattered all over the floor.
Hold high the torch of happiness.
Full of sparks
Gradually condense into one
Warm heart
I saw his clear eyes.
A string of tears slipped.
He said the world belongs to you and me.
Wind, how to lift me up tonight?
Let me set foot on the moon and dance.
..... Tall trees are very big, and eagles spread their wings far away from Zhejiang.
The sword is a monument that burns like blood.
Thousands of miles are frozen, who sings "Qinyuan Spring Snow"?
……
Oh, my hardworking brothers and sisters.
Pull the wheel of life
Cycas buried in the bottom of my heart
The most brilliant 56 flowers were blossomed.
Let all my dreams
Stop on your generous shoulders.
The river that makes my thoughts.
It keeps flowing into your blazing blood vessels.
This is why I have surging feelings and love.
Ride the wind and waves, ride the wind and waves
……
4. Ode to "12.9"
The country has disintegrated.
China's pain shook the sky.
Sofa magic
The poison of evil claws goes deep into the bone marrow
The Soul of Anzai in China
The roar of Beiping
Responded to the call of history
Yuanmingyuan Ruins
The fire on Zhiyuan ship
Silent flogging
What nonsense? "You must settle down first when you are busy outside."
Lightning and thunder thundered on sunny days, and angry Peiping swept away the haze in the blue sky.
The bright red flag is made of blood.
Thanks to Beiping
You didn't sleep because of the long history.
You are not afraid of bullets.
You, the cry of hope of the Chinese nation broke out.
although
You, with a knife in your chest
You, surrounded by stray bullets.
You, life is smoking.
Thanks to Beiping
Thank you, bring up.
Made up of thousands of flesh and blood
National gun rod
5. 12.9 Poems commemorating martyrs
That early winter night,
You walked out of the cell.
A warm coat,
It's already covered
About the first comrade.
Is it cold? Don't!
Blood is burning,
Burning into a poem,
On the way to the execution ground.
The executioner trembled-
Life is coming to an end,
The poet is still singing!
Cut your lips with a bayonet,
Shoot a bullet through the chest,
But it can't stop,
Like spring thunder, shouting in the mountains
Echoes for a long time ...
When blood
Soaked the cold slope,
The horizon of the east,
It's the long-awaited dawn!
today，
I came to this pine forest,
Looking for you silently.
No more bleeding,
Here is already a lush grassland;
The crying disappeared,
Only the mountain springs sing softly and the pine trees whisper.
Tears streamed down her face,
I stroked the rock,
Guess—
When no one is around,
They can gently
Tell the grass
About your memory. ...
I really envy the grass here.
Can grow up in happiness
Your last resting place.
That night,
Young stars,
Burned himself,
For a distant dream.
Except for Gele Mountain,
Who else will remember,
meteor
The light of that moment?
Statue,
Standing by the statue,
But why is there dust?
Contaminated the holy face?
Those stories,
If it's twisted,
Would rather be forgotten!
Dreams,
Seems illusory,
However, there will always be someone
Really understand, and
Still yearning.
In the dreamer's mind,
You, and you.
This is eternal.
candle light
6. 12.9 Commemorative Poetry of the 73rd Anniversary of the Movement
time's wheel
Over the 73 mark
Those fresh lives
Started to reappear in my mind.
A chapter in history
Turn to page 73.
129 with the lives of martyrs
It was hard and pale.
Midnight in the light
I use myself
Dull writing
Draw your face.
Salute to you and your companions.
In three words, I am seven feet tall.
Tears have long since fallen.
129
make a stroke of a brush
I can't find those that belong to me.
Rest assured, the truth is plain after all.
They all said:
The dead will not be resurrected because of our memories.
You haven't left for 73 years.
Your life and spirit are in full swing.
Remind us that the value of life is not the length.
Contribution lies in progress.
you
Give one's life for the motherland
you
He wrote a poem about the awakening of the motherland with his life.
you
Forever young
Your spiritual sculpture stands for nine days.
The birth and death of the world
We're used to it.
No kind of parting is your calmness.
No kind of death can
Prolong life
Only you, only you touched the rivers and mountains of Wan Li.
Life as pure as snowflakes.
That winter was dyed red with blood.
Life is like snowflakes.
Melted by passion in that winter
Awakening, we leave detachment.
No life can enjoy the commemoration of death.
Life calls for slaughter.
It is the endorsement of poverty and backwardness.
When Jin Ge Ma Tie
Tread through our beautiful rivers and mountains
When the aggressive hand
Peel off mom's coat.
A scarred body
Struggling forward in numbness.
Update history with life
Let life last forever with history.
Live for the country and die for the people.
I haven't been able to hand in your name for 73 years.
129 is your proper name.
Small and great is a step.
Life and death are a process.
My peers have long since died.
You will always be young.
7. 12.9 Sports Poetry
While we are still young
Dear friends, when the wheel of time rolls today, when the calendar impressively shows 65438+February 9th, as young people, I believe none of us will forget this day.1February 9th.
19 February
An ordinary but extraordinary day.
It's time to go back
Back to 1935
The sunshine is still lazy.
Winter is still cold and miserable.
But the air moves quickly.
because
In the historical ancient capital of Beiping
An earth-shattering thing happened-
A student movement against surrender and oppression was launched.
There are signs everywhere.
There are floating pieces of paper everywhere.
Flags are flying everywhere.
Roaring slogans are everywhere.
Young people with boiling blood are everywhere.
This day
White clouds surge for it.
The sea roared for it.
The Yellow River and the Yangtze River roared for it.
The land of China trembled for it.
because
A battered and unyielding nation.
awaken
A troubled country.
struggle
We will never forget this day, this day 73 years ago: we will never forget, and we will never forget those young people who shouted slogans, handed out leaflets, and did not hesitate to drop their heads and shed their blood under the terror of the enemy, respectable and lovely young people.
It was they who, at the critical moment of the country's survival, raised their arms and shouted loudly to urge the reactionaries to compromise.
It is they who shed their blood in the unscathed national life and death, which prompted the national awakening.
They are respectable; Lovely young people, with their practical actions, show the passion of young people, and with their fearless courage, interpret the meaning of youth.
We will never forget them, those respectable and lovely young people, who are the saviors of the nation and the pioneers of the Chinese nation.
Then, my friends, when we are young and frivolous, what actions should we take to interpret the meaning of youth?
How do college students in China show their youthful grace under the peace of 2 1 century?
In this regard, I just want to say two words "difficult"
Maybe we will disdainfully say,' Now is a peaceful time, there is no need to work hard all day to make great contributions, because it will make us very tired.
Maybe we will say plaintively, "Life is short, and there can be several youths in life. Why not be as monotonous as our excellent youth? "
Yes! Life is short, but there is only one life. Why is youth short? Why do you have to work hard and work hard all day to achieve your goal?
But, my friends, do we really want this great youth to flow away in vain?
Do we really hope that when we get old, we can only see the monotonous, bitter and meaningless youth when we look back at the album of youth?
Do we really want to spend our youth happily but mediocre, and then spend the rest of our lives mediocre?
No, I believe that no sensible and passionate young college student will be willing to be mediocre all his life. We are all eager to realize our ideals, and this publication will glow with youthful light.
So, my friends, work hard while we are still young.
Youth is capital, youth is ability, and youth is everything.
Friends, don't hesitate too much, don't hesitate too much, don't slow down our young steps, and move forward bravely and seriously, because the convenience before us is vast.
Friends, work hard, while we are still young, the world belongs to us and the future belongs to us.