The scene 77 years ago
As clear as yesterday.
A disaster-stricken country.
A country in danger.
Groaning in blood,
The struggle between internal and external troubles
The description of hot water appeared.
So pale and weak
The pain of splitting beans seems to be
Short and soft.
Beiping, finally broke out
A backlog of inner crying
Oppose autonomy in North China
Oppose the civil war and unite with the outside world
Roar through time and space
Like a thunder or two? nine
Anger stretched out a hand like a forest.
Cleaning the streets of China city.
Land scorched by blood and fire
Has lost the tenderness of motherhood.
North China, a child abducted in the war.
Cry in despair and finally scream.
Mom, I won't leave you.
This cry shocked Qian Qian.
China people's heart.
This call accuses the National Government.
All kinds of ugly crimes
Soldiers who should have rushed to defend Xinjiang and defend the country.
But bravely killed their brothers and sisters.
A gun that should have been aimed at the enemy
But they are unscrupulously devouring their fellow villagers.
This is the scene 72 years ago.
This is one two? The fuse of the ninth movement
China children born in misery.
China Descendants of War Education
In times of national disaster and national peril.
Run and shout
People who don't want to lose their homes, get up, get up.
Shout out the storm inside us
Propagandize our thoughts of resisting Japan and saving the nation.
People who don't want to be conquered, get up, get up.
Dedicate our youth to the motherland.
Dedicate our lives to our mother.
In order to expel the Japanese invaders
In order to defend our sacred land
In order to defend the unyielding dignity of Chinese mothers
Our heads can be broken and our blood can flow.
Our bodies can be destroyed and our lives can rest in peace.
In China, as long as there is smoke, there is soil for the brave.
In China, as long as there is danger, there is a backbone.
In China, as long as there are young people, there is hope.
Today, we bid farewell to war and suffering.
What I can't say goodbye to is
Every word of blood and fire in history
What I can't say goodbye to is
Every hero in the January 29 th movement
Today, we use hymns.
Remember the history of blood and tears writing
Carry forward one or two? The soul of jiuzhu.
Between farewell and reminiscence, link the past with the future.
Look at me today, the mighty China.
Poems commemorating the December 29th Movement
Tonight. Turn over seventy-five pages of history.
We should remember the bitter cold and eventful autumn.
Along the stormy red track
A cry like an iron horse.
Started sprouting next to my eardrum.
At that time, the sky had not woken up.
The land at that time was full of scars.
At that time, there was only numbness on my face.
Wandering on the brink of national subjugation and extinction
Born? Die? Is it? Fight?
My dearest brothers and sisters
With the attitude of pioneers and tragic breath
Ask the soul
From Beiping, Tianjin and Northeast China.
From a young heart
It thundered all night.
Through countless fiery chests
People who don't want to be slaves
Get up-get up-stand up
Can you see the magma surging underground?
Eternity shows a solemn oath: give me back my rivers and mountains.
In this country where the sun rises.
A pious baptism about blood and fire
Sublimate! ! !
The great god sharpened his sword.
Create a towering monument with green blood.
Poems commemorating the December 29th Movement
There is a kind of mood called moving;
There is a responsibility called mission;
There is an emotion called patriotism;
There is a kind of dedication called sacrifice;
65438+ Snowflakes filled Beiping in February,
The martyr's blood dyed Chang 'an Avenue red,
12-9 warriors!
Take to the streets.
If it weren't for the trampling of imperialism.
If it weren't for the compromise and concession of the reactionary government.
We,
I should still be a scholar who writes all day,
The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading,
I care about family affairs, state affairs and everything in the world.
North China crisis, national crisis,
When the Chinese nation reached the most dangerous time,
Students, get up!
Bear the rise and fall of the world,
The wind is howling, the horses are barking,
The Yellow River is roaring!
Look, the country is declining year by year;
Listen, my ears are full of public sorrow.
Who says nothing is a scholar?
Who says pedantic cowardice is a scholar?
Put down the pen.
We are the mainstay.
Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world.
When the country is in trouble, heroes rise together.
Five thousand years of history tells us!
In China, as long as there is smoke, there are warriors.
In China, where there is danger, there is a backbone.
In China, as long as there are young people, there is hope!
1935 65438+9 February
We can't be calm anymore!
Poems commemorating the December 29th Movement: History will never forget.
History will not forget:
Chang 'an Street, how did you get there?
History will not forget:
In the snowstorm, you once complained loudly.
History will not forget:
Wave after wave, heroic persistence.
History will not forget:
Resist Japan and save the nation. It is you who sings the battle song.
History will not forget,
Never forget:
Those passionate years,
That bloody day,
It has been deeply engraved in my heart!