Reflections on the riverside, poetry on sacrifice, and crossing the Lingding Ocean.
Some people are alive, but they are already dead. Some people are dead, but they are still alive.
Some people are willing to be weeds and wait for the fire underground. Some people live to make a better life for the majority of people.
I lost my arrogance and Yang Jun lost his willow, and the willow flew straight up to the sky. Asked what Wu Gang owned, Wu Gang held out osmanthus wine.
The lonely Chang'e spreads her sleeves and dances for her loyal soul in the sky thousands of miles away. Suddenly it was reported that there had been a tiger crouching in the human world, and tears flew down like a downpour.
The beacon smoke billows and the heroes sing, and the green mountains all around listen carefully. The thunder in the blue sky beats the golden drum, and the waves in the sea make harmonious sounds.
People’s soldiers drive away tigers and leopards, risking their lives to preserve peace.
Walking along the long street in chains, staggering again and again, attracting the attention of the people in the city, I feel unashamed. As I walked along the long street wearing shackles, the sound of the shackles was so sonorous.
Everyone in the city was surprised, but I felt at peace. Walking in chains for a long time, the ambition becomes more and more high, working as a prisoner, the workers and peasants are liberated.
In the rejuvenation of a strong country, I will not forget the revolutionary spirit, our generation will always respect and remember it, and the loyalty of heroes will be passed down to all generations.
The war in the southern country has been going on for ten years, so this head must be hung at the gate of the country. If you all work harder in the future, good news will come to you as paper money.
Joining yourself in the revolution is your home, and the bloodshed will be your end. Take righteousness and become benevolent. Today, flowers of freedom are planted all over the world.
At the foot of Mengshan Mountain and by the Yishui River, the Martyrs Cemetery is shaded by green pines and cypresses, where the bones and souls of tens of thousands of martyrs of an era lie.