You missed the Long March,
Climb the snow-capped mountains over the grassland;
You didn't meet an anti-Japanese bonfire,
Drilling tunnels and fighting guerrilla warfare;
You're not wearing red army sandals,
You haven't eaten Yan 'an millet.
That glorious history,
Didn't seep into your blood.
But you know very well,
How to be a descendant of a revolutionary,
In this new history,
Write down the flashing words!
This is a glorious era,
Everywhere is full of miracles;
Future generations envy us,
As much as we envy the past!
Vilen is full of fruits,
But we are not the only ones to be picky;
The night sky is as bright as autumn water,
But it's not just talking to us.
Without the persecution of the enemy,
Can we have fun?
Without a whip,
Can we forget the bloody clothes?
No, the flying red flag,
It was given to us by fallen soldiers,
No, discerning sword,
It's white-haired seniors around our waist.
They captured Wan Li,
We need to redesign it,
The huge family business they created,
Waiting for us to work hard to lay the cornerstone.
So you bury yourself in your work,
Never spare energy;
So you work hard,
Never think about yourself.
Where does the revolution need you to go,
Where are you going with your backpack at once?
What people need you to do,
You immediately patted your shoulder and stood up to provoke.
Although you didn't plug the leak with your chest,
But your hot sweat drips everywhere;
Although you didn't write your last words in blood,
But your loyal heart is printed everywhere.
Who doesn't say that such youth is beautiful,
This life is magnificent,
Only such comrades can be considered real soldiers.
Such young people are worthy of being descendants of the revolution.
My good comrade in arms,
My good brother,
The bright red history you wrote down,
Right in our hearts.
When we saw the red flag,
I thought of you,
When we think of you,
I see a red flag!
Lei Feng was hung on the wall.
The red star is shining overhead.
Grandpa often tells me:
Learn from Lei Feng's good example.
Remembering Lei Feng (Poetry)
The flowers in March fragrant your name,
The light rain in March wet the song.
Your name is not the only one walking side by side with 1963.
Standing at the starting line of 1963, I began to stare.
On the barren land without love,
You are a green tree, a spring flower;
In the starry sky without love,
You are a bright moon and a star;
In the journey without love,
You are a ship, a bridge;
In the winter without love,
You are a spring breeze, a pot of charcoal fire;
Ah, Lei Feng! You are a monument to love,
Flag of love, model of love!
How many people call your name for love,
When the bicycle that knocked down the old man drove away,
When the old lady hobbled along the muddy runway,
When the young people in the workshop dozed off against the wall,
When cement and steel are lost at the construction site ...
How many hearts are missing and shouting-
"Come back, Lei Feng!
Lei Feng, come back! "
Infiltrate the thoughts of March,
Bathed in the red rain in March,
I am infatuated with the story of Lei Feng.
Sing softly—
Lei Feng
Brother said: He is a painting.
Beautiful paintings,
Sister said: He is a song.
Sweet songs,
Mom said that he is the moon,
It is a lighthouse;
Grandpa said: he is the sun,
Can illuminate the world without corners;
The teacher said that he is a seed.
Can bear hundreds of millions of fruits.
I said, ask him who he is-
He was Lei Feng yesterday.
It should be you today,
it is me
Poems for Uncle Lei Feng
Uncle Lei Feng,
You have been away from us for a long time,
But your stories are as many as stars,
You cross the river with your partner on your back,
You help your aunt get on the train,
You send your aunt and children home in the rain,
You go to work on the construction site,
You clean the station and serve the passengers.
Ah, Uncle Lei Feng,
You can't finish your story.
Uncle Lei Feng,
You have been away from us for a long time,
But your soul will stay on the earth forever,
On the bus, I will give my seat to the old man.
When I see garbage, I pick it up,
I will donate zero to Hope Primary School,
I will help the wrestling children stand up.
Ah, Uncle Lei Feng,
I still have a lot of things to do.
Uncle Lei Feng,
You have been away from us for a long time,
But your name will be engraved in my heart forever.