Give one's life for the motherland.
Before the war, strong men hesitated,
How much is left in ten years?
Sprinkle blood on the yellow sand,
How stable do you want?
The battlefield in Charlotte reflected residual red,
Flowers fall silently and people are not famous.
Millet separation
(In memory of Yang Jingyu)
The wind is strange and the rain is strange.
In the storm, words are separated.
The sound of millet separation is unbearable,
Hearing this, I left in tears.
The wind is strange and the rain is strange.
There are no strong enemies in all directions.
Look down on human life and death,
Calm down and face the bullets.
The wind is strange and the rain is strange.
Willing to blood for Hacken Hu.
Heaven sings an elegy for you,
The earth salutes you.
The wind is strange and the rain is strange.
Leave this to hate infinity.
Will lead millions of soldiers in the next life,
Snow in Changbai Mountain is a national shame.
The wind is strange and the rain is strange.
Shenzhou is red because of you.
It's been a million years since ancient times,
It's popular again today.
References:
White's 300 poems
Giojuru
I dreamed that you were still alive.
Has been transferred from Lankao
Sitting in the jeep "2 12"
Running on the Gobi Desert-
Are you investigating water resources?
Is it to control sandstorms?
You've met Kong Fansen.
Hug tightly when you meet.
He said you lost a lot of weight.
You said he was often black.
I woke up in a cold sweat.
Rummaging about in the study
Find the yellow "old three" *
Still thinking silently on the bookshelf