Modern poems praising martyrs run through the Yellow River and the Yangtze River.
The blood vessels of Huaxia River are flowing, nourishing my heart, liver and intestines.
Fire sees real gold, and revolution has experienced wind and rain.
Patriotic poems spread in one vein, and the red flag spectrum is full of blood.
Praise the martyrs. Modern poetry is two ancient roads, bluestone and coolness; The martyr was buried in the forest.
Eighteen officers; Loyal bones buried elsewhere.
A white-haired girl in a hut; I think about it every day.
Warn us; Don't forget them.
Ode to modern martyrs iii. You walk out of the boudoir.
Not afraid of irony, not afraid of risk.
Resolutely set foot on a ship heading east for Japan.
On the other side of the ocean, there are thousands of waters in Qian Shan.
Still can't change your belief in the revolution. ...
You walked out of the family.
Reluctant to children, reluctant to parents.
Resolutely take the revolutionary road.
In the face of the ethnic groups that were hard to return at that time.
You're raising your arms and yelling.
You're waving a flag and shouting
A free tomorrow ...
You came out of the revolution.
Brave and ambitious
And revolutionaries.
Boil wine and talk about swords, and write magnificent poems about leather. ...
Since then, history has been in the sky.
With that kind of touch.
Shiny autumn colors
Never grow old.
Conclusion: The above are the modern poems that I compiled for you to praise the martyrs, hoping to help you!