Poetry Recitation on War Part I: The Spear of War History
From the dusty pile of old paper
Oblique thorn
Poke a string of feelings
Encounter war every day
So it became my career.
Meng jiangnv's worry about finding a husband
Collapsed a corner of history
Green graves outside the Great Wall
Read a mellow pastoral song
A longing buried deep in time.
Winding in my heart.
Wedge into the rings of the years
Hanging on people's heads like a mirror.
Light up our eyes.
Put the road ahead.
See farther
War Poetry Recitation Part II: Accusing Our Ancestor War
Work hard and pursue Excellence
have gone through all kinds of hardships and difficulties
A country that believes in justice.
Oracle Bone Inscriptions has been handed down.
White paper makes pen and ink fragrant
Movable type printing was born extraordinary.
The compass shows us the way.
Gunpowder gave wings to civilization.
We are proud of this.
It may last for several years
Tears are a kind of helplessness.
Can't save beauty
The king can't finish writing epic poems.
It is a long poem that always praises oneself.
Merit is carved on the boulder.
It would be embarrassing to break it.
Interest first
Fight for every inch of land
The faces of princes
In the thunder and lightning
Vicious and hateful
A selfish heart
Cross the ocean
imprudent
With their sinful hands
Write about their shameful lives
revolutionary
Reading in a room full of blood
Scream, puncture, puncture
Fill the world
Don't change books.
But the person who wrote this book.
Struggling on the brink of national subjugation
Deep water and fiery heat
Be at a loss and confused
Light and darkness
The martyrs made a painful choice.
heavy rain
History has turned over for a century.
A hero holding a red flag
Rebuild the country
Huangpi brothers
Start rebuilding your home.
How should history rotate?
Open another book.
Our courage
Not just for knowledge.
But to save
Millions of people are suffering.
Poems on War Recitation Part III: Gunfire is like peace, and war is like daily life.
If you have an appointment, you will come on time.
The echo rumbled and the silence was fragmented.
Screaming crowds, and
A crowd that had no time to scream.
Submerged in the night and roar
Torn by the light of the explosion.
Lord, people pray:
Let it all go.
Forget it, it's all for peace.
Stop it, for all this peace.
Stop it, for all this peace.
Stop it, for all this peace.
For all this peace.
The gun aimed at the gun again.
Faint light faint pen, again.
A numb poet
look on coldly
Write down:
here
Death is a kind of pain.
Living is another kind of pain.
Misfortune is a kind of pain.
Survival is another kind of pain.
here
A corpse describes sadness.
People get used to it and put up with it.
When death becomes a partner
The authorities raised their guns and shouted for peace.
In the alley, beside the street.
Ruins of sneer
Ghosts under the ruins
Reluctant to leave.