A poem by Agropyron cristatum in commemoration of129th anniversary.

Commemoration1February 9 th, Agropyron cristatum

The scene 64 years ago

As clear as yesterday.

A disaster-stricken country.

A country in danger.

Groaning in bloodshed, struggling at home and abroad.

And there is a description of hot water.

So pale and weak

The pain of splitting beans seems to be

Short and soft.

Beiping, finally broke out the backlog of inner cry.

Oppose autonomy in North China, oppose civil war and unite with the outside world.

Roar through time and space

Such as1February 9, when thunder exploded.

Anger stretched out a hand like a forest.

Cleaning the streets of China city.

Land scorched by blood and fire

Has lost the tenderness of motherhood.

North China, a child abducted in the war.

Cry in despair and finally scream.

Mom, I won't leave you.

This cry shocked Qian Qian.

China people's heart.

This call accuses the National Government.

All kinds of ugly crimes

Soldiers who should have rushed to defend Xinjiang and defend the country.

But bravely killed their brothers and sisters.

A gun that should have been aimed at the enemy

But they are unscrupulously devouring their fellow villagers.

This is the scene 64 years ago.

This is the fuse of the December 9th Movement.

China children born in misery.

China Descendants of War Education

In times of national disaster and national peril.

Run and shout

People who don't want to lose their homes, get up, get up.

Shout out the storm inside us

Propagandize our thoughts of resisting Japan and saving the nation.

People who don't want to be conquered, get up, get up.

Dedicate our youth to the motherland.

Dedicate our lives to our mother.

In order to expel the Japanese invaders

In order to defend our sacred land

In order to defend the unyielding dignity of Chinese mothers

Our heads can be broken and our blood can flow.

Our bodies can be destroyed and our lives can rest in peace.

In China, as long as there is smoke, there is soil for the brave.

In China, as long as there is danger, there is a backbone.

In China, as long as there are young people, there is hope.

Today, we bid farewell to the accusations of war and suffering.

Inevitably,

Every word of blood and fire in history

What I can't say goodbye to is

Every hero in the December 9th Movement.

Today, we use hymns.

Remember the history of blood and tears writing

Carry forward the spirit of "December 9"

Between farewell and reminiscence, link the past with the future.

Look at me today, the mighty China.