Yang Jingyu
The sun sets in the snow, the cold mountain is covered with ice, and the iron bone is proud.
Laugh at the stupidity and tricks of Japanese slaves;
The husband is determined to revitalize the country.
The south is filled with smoke, Songjiang is full of flames, and the fighters are raging.
Tomorrow, I will see sorghum soybeans, yellow and red everywhere.
Baishan held its head high in the sky, looking at Lin Mang, and Gu Song was lush.
Seeking spiritual peace, the afterlife can be remembered:
That year was a hero, and that day was calm?
Looking back, the poem was bloody and should attract China's attention.
Don't forget, there are more ghosts than ghosts, and the clouds on the sea are thick.
Qinyuanchun
Zhao Yiman
Defend my rivers and mountains, I am bloody and beautiful, and I am tempered into steel.
Think of the Pearl River and Tiebei, galloping vertically and horizontally;
Storm, white horse and red gun.
The sword array is shy, the knife cluster is cold, and the British wind is fierce and upright!
Particularly unforgettable, singing the red flag, wonderful life!
I finally read a sentence that maternal love is kind. How can she bear to see it? It hurts to do it.
Fortunately, the old country has recovered and the family is prosperous.
White mountains and black water, birds and flowers.
Monuments are everywhere, heroes look back, and life is short and long without regrets.
Looking at Ning Er from generation to generation in the spring breeze, we are enjoying the sunshine.
Prelude to Water Melody
Zuo Quan
Blood spilled on the river makes Taihang Mountain strong.
Whoever is talented is bolder and more sincere.
The siege of columbus avenue was lifted,
The enemy and bandits conspired to destroy, and good news spread everywhere.
Fame and fortune stay out of it, and the debate has a new chapter.
In Liao county, the artillery fire was fierce and the fighting was fierce.
The star died suddenly, and it began to rain in the southeast of Shanxi.
How much youth,
Zuo Quan, a brand-new China world.
I hope that under the blue sky, spring will bloom.
Poetry of justice
hongchang ji
I hate not being able to die against Japan, and I am shameless today.
The country is still broken, why should I cherish this head?
Prelude to Water Melody
Peng Xuefeng
The battle trail is strong and the mountains are beautiful, and the wind and rain comfort the loyal soul.
Swallow Wan Li like a tiger, all-powerful in southern Anhui.
Fight the battlefield from left to right, drive the warriors from north to south,
Merits are widely known. A teacher earns 100 thousand, and it's a thousand troops.
Fight against the mang Miao, attack Xiayi and defend the epic.
Thirty-seven years, another wonderful shining star.
Some newspapers once called it dawn, exploring the right path in the world.
Who do you remember today? But look at the new red sun. It shines in the garden.