We must understand.
Our life comes from
Countless people's loyalty to the mission
Our happiness comes from
The determination of a hot-blooded man to take risks.
In the "812" fire and explosion accident
In the face of the big bang fire
Go ahead regardless of everything and make a heroic sacrifice.
Those active and inactive firefighters
Is a brave hero.
Heroes must be respected.
Whether they are alive or not.
Which class do you belong to?
We must pay tribute to the hero.
Because they are the elite of the country.
Their sacrifice gave us a guarantee of life.
Their sacrifice gave us the stability of the years.
Their sacrifice
Shows the great love of the world.
Their sacrifice
Showed the true feelings of the world.
They are the leaders of the times.
They are the vanguard to protect the peace of the motherland.
They are worthy of the trust of the times.
They deserve respect.
They are the loveliest people in the new era.
They are conscientious firefighters.
Poetry 2:
Qingfeng has been stabbed for a hundred years.
In the sound of hooves
History is torn to pieces.
Fly like a butterfly
In front of misty tears and candles
Is the wind blowing?
East wind, west wind, south wind, north wind
Dahai Li
How many inches of waves can it lift?
Besides, the sea is just
Imprisoned in that wine bowl
Let your neck lean back and let your heart rest.
dazzling
Even if there is only one breath left.
Shake the stars all over the sky
Submerge it.
universe
Ghostly crying and howling in fear.
The wind and smoke are rolling, singing heroes.
Listen to the surrounding green hills.
On a sunny day, thunder beat the golden drum.
The sea rises and falls in harmony.
People's soldiers drive tigers and leopards
Forget about peace.
Why are the banners picturesque?
The hero's blood dyed it red.
Why is spring always here?
The hero's life blooms.
The hero jumped out of the trench.
A flash of lightning pierced the sky.
Get stuck in a block
The sky is falling, hold it in your hands.
Two feet burning in the fire.
Shine the whole body with a rainbow.
Why are the banners picturesque?
The hero's blood dyed it red.
Why is spring always here?
The hero's life blooms.
Poetry 3:
The hero's hometown is a red flower.
Wearing the mind of the motherland.
The hometown of heroes is an irresistible banner.
Fly high in people's hearts
The road to here is very close.
As familiar as the way home.
It's far from here.
Memories of blood and fire are everywhere
Walk into you with reverence for going down the mountain.
Walk into you with ups and downs of passion.
The old willows on the roadside are as tall as umbrellas, and there are shade trees everywhere.
Like a brave sentry
Guarding this unyielding land
The village is full of gurgling and clear Jing Quan.
Like the affectionate eyes and gods.
Staring at this land full of blood
Here, every door is simple.
With a friendly accent like a hero.
Every stone here can talk.
It tells the story of heroes growing up in suffering in the past.
Pay tribute in front of the hero statue
I asked in heaven.
The sky we believe in
How serious is the haze weather?
Meditate in front of the hero's former residence
I asked the ground.
Our spiritual home
How many unpolluted green spaces are there?
Walk on the road where the hero walked and ask yourself.
My steps
Is it still so open, firm and powerful?
Reflect in front of the hero's relics
My spine
Still so open, selfless and upright?
Hold the villagers' hands tightly.
How many words are there in home?
Sitting on a heatable adobe sleeping platform.
How strange is it?
Into you, into the roots of heroes.
Into you, into the land of heroes
When the hero's hymn is sung again
Rivers make waves for it, and mountains make waves for it.
Every inch of land is echoed with burning passion.
A new generation carrying forward the past and opening up the future
Experienced a spiritual shock.
Accepted the baptism of the soul.
The soul of a great nation.
Let the world pay attention and let mankind look up.
On the vast land of the motherland
Life and growth in nature
Poetry 4:
Under the scorching sun in July
Warmer than the weather is the hometown of heroes.
Inspired by the hero's name
People poured in from all directions.
A hero statue stands under the blue sky and white clouds.
More solemn and tall.
When the hero hymn rings again
Our team
Gather again under the banner of heroes.
This is an ordinary village with deep shade.
Our hero comes from here.
Walk through the hero's initial steps
In people's memory
He will always be the sunrise of 2 1 year-old.
In the memory of history
He is the indomitable heroic soul of this nation.
He is as ordinary as us.
At the moment of national peril
He replied and stepped forward.
Tempered by blood and fire
For the dignity of the country
Resolutely abandoned the young life.
With his own flesh and blood
Become a higher mountain than Langya Mountain.
If it weren't for those years of smoke
He may have worked in an ordinary life all his life.
It is the endless blood of this nation.
He completed the journey from ordinary to hero.
Like a bright Venus.
Shine in the sky of the motherland's history forever.
We miss heroes.
Cann't forget the hero
We call for heroes.
Because an era
You can't live without heroes.
We sing heroes.
Because of the great rejuvenation of the nation.
Need more heroes
We salute the hero.
Because every son and daughter of China.
Everyone has a heroic dream.
Under the call of the hero flag
On every road of the motherland.
People started to act.
Take the road of being a hero
Poetry 5:
Where you jumped.
Grow a towering mountain
"Man Jiang Hong" is sorrowful and wailing.
There is also a generous and tragic epigraph.
Boatman's song on the Yellow River
One by one, one by one.
Call for unyielding national soul.
Thousands of turns, flowing to today.
A feat of humiliating your country.
Become a monument to heroes
Standing between the white clouds and the blue sky.
The nation of 5,000 years has never bowed its head.
This 5,000-year-old nation is full of heroic blood.
A time of crisis when hatred burns
Every bone is as hard as iron.
Just a call, resounding through the world.
All unyielding lives
Can go down in history
Enter the ranks of national heroes
Look at this heroic nation.
Look at this unyielding land
When we sing heroes in their hometown.
When the South China Sea of the motherland is in full swing
All the weapons that scare voyeurs.
It is the flesh and blood of our unity.