In the spring breeze, cypresses and pears are in full bloom, and the tomb of the martyrs comes to mourn. In those days, the baptism of fire and blood was attributed to the older generation. A cavity of blood spilled on the earth in exchange for today's mountains and rivers. In order to have more sacrifices and ambitions, strut into the future.
2, the Qingming rain raged, and our tears welled up from our hearts. Martyrs, today we are gathered to pay tribute to you! Song for you. We are like little pine trees beside the monument. Always guarding by your side, we are like flowers in the cemetery, sending you greetings and fragrance. Qingming rain is a little note, writing a heroic chapter.