In normal study, work and life, everyone has been exposed to some classic poems to some extent. Poetry has the characteristics of refinement, concentration, distinct rhythm and rich rhythm. So what kind of poetry is more appealing? The following is my collection of poems in memory of martyrs by Tomb-Sweeping Day. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poem in Remembrance of the Martyrs 1 I. Clothes and Wine Traces on My Body.
Clothes mixed with wine stains will disappear everywhere when traveling.
In this life, we forget our family and go abroad through ups and downs.
Second, "righteous poetry"
Snow is flying all over the sky, and sorrow is everywhere. Why is the revolution afraid of beheading?
Keep your son's arrogance and avenge the king of Chu three years later!
Third, "righteous poetry"
I hate not being able to die against Japan, and I am shameless today.
The country is still so broken, why should I cherish this head
Fourth, "Great River Songs Turn East"
The great river song turned to the east, and the dense group helped the poor.
Ten years of broken walls, it is difficult to reward the sea and be a hero.
V "Butterfly Lovers Answer Li Shuyi"
I lost my pride, Yang Jun lost her willow, and the willow was light and straight. Asked what WU GANG had, WU GANG held out osmanthus wine.
Lonely Chang 'e has wide sleeves, and Wan Li dances for the loyal soul. Suddenly came the news that the world had been dormant, and tears flew down and poured down.
Sixth, "Prison Song"
The door where people go in and out is locked, and the hole where dogs climb out is open.
A voice shouted ―― Climb out and set you free!
I long for freedom, but I deeply know how a person's body climbs out of a dog hole!
I hope that one day, the underground fire will burn me and this living coffin together.
I deserve to live forever in fire and blood!
Seven, "with chains"
I am not ashamed to walk in chains on the long street, stumbling one after another, and the city people are vying for attention.
Walking in the street with chains, the city people were shocked by the sound of chains, and my heart was at peace.
Walking in chains on the long street, the more ambitious you are and the more you fight as a prisoner, the workers and peasants will be liberated.
Eight, "self-sworn poem"
I am very happy to see the rise of oriental spirit, and I don't ask about harvest and cultivation.
I am willing to give my blood to my future land in exchange for permanent peace in China.
Nine, "Poetry in Prison"
Wandering around the rivers and lakes reminiscing about the past, the old people died in different ways.
I abandoned my troubles, found something in common, and left my pride as a prisoner.
Ten, "a poem"
The enemy can only cut off our heads,
Never shake our faith!
Because of the creed we believe in,
Is the truth of the universe!
Sacrifice for capitalism,
Bleeding for the Soviet Union,
This is what we are very willing to do!
XI。 My confession
The heavy chain was ringing at his feet,
You can hold the whip high,
I don't need any confession,
Even if the chest is facing the bloody bayonet!
People can't lower their noble heads,
Only those who are afraid of death beg for "freedom";
What is torture?
Death can't make me talk!
I laugh at death,
The devil's palace swayed in laughter;
This is my party member native confession.
Sing a triumphant song and ruin the Chiang dynasty.
Twelve, "sitting at the bottom of the prison"
In order to avoid the pain of the next generation,
We want to-
I would like to sit in this prison!
We were born rebels,
We have to turn this upside-down Gankun around!
We need to make this unreasonable. Everything is upside down!
Today, we went to the prison.
What's so rare about going to jail?
In order to avoid the pain of the next generation,
We want to-
I would like to sit in this prison!
XIII. Riverside Express
Swear to cross the river for the country, not for the home.
Are all men good? Why are women so bad?
I will be loyal to my motherland and have a boiling passion.
Baishan Blackwater can wipe out the enemy and smile at the red flag.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem 2 1 Remembering the martyrs, it's easy to meet, but bitter to leave, so where should our future feelings go?
2. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home.
3, know yourself, know the past.
Send a message that it is sunny in Los Angeles, and the spring will be twice as good next year.
5. Insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are breaking the rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
I lost my seat for tomorrow morning, but I saw Wu Yunfei.
7. In the old society, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.
8, the rain is unusual, it is three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a thin thread, woven densely. There is a thin layer of smoke on the roof.
10, when Qiantang River is heavy, the tide moves eastward and far to the mainland. The world is not three thousand years old, and things have changed, which is sad.
1 1, it's hard to find under the light of smoke. My hometown is on the road, and this place is called the middle of the lake.
12, poor bones by the wuding river, still a dream girl.
14, the old man felt that the years on earth were fleeting, and he stayed at the window in Yi Deng. I wasted a long night reading, and there was no negative autumn. How can a sick tooth eat pork? The residual body can only read clothes and fur. Chongyang lies down to see the ascending couple, and the dogwood mourns itself.
16, Song Yin's half bow moss, I'm too lazy to look at it. Bored, I went to the fountain to water the banana. The pattering sound startled the children who were playing. They thought it suddenly began to rain.
17, Jiang Yousi's son came back, not me. No, I did, and then I regretted it.
18, people are only seven days in spring and have been away from home for two years. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
19, flowing water comes to the hole, and one vein connects the world.
20, it didn't rain on the mountain, and the clothes were wet.
2 1, the savage is sick and the wild garden is open. I smell the flute in sadness, but I can't see the white clothes in my eyes. Music, who is happy, is precious to knock on the corner. Red beam and green, I know you are drunk and looking at the station in your hometown.
22. Mochow doesn't know the way ahead, and no one in the world knows you.
23, the road is long, Xiu Yuan Xi, Xiu Yuan Xi, I will search up and down.
24. I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
25. I want to weave acacia flowers and send them far away, but I miss each other all day long.
26, now flying flowers are full of cockroaches, leaving no old appearance. When the big plan went through customs, it was all tea.
27. Who says there is no shortage of life? The water in front of the door can still flow west, so don't sing yellow chicken with white hair.
28. A midsummer night's dream: weeping willows and a warm wind in the West Lake intoxicated tourists.
29. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. A ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.
30. What time does the West Lake Song and Dance close?
3 1, the next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.
32. There are many ways to go in one's life. A road that cannot be turned back is the road to give up. There is one road that cannot be rejected, and that is the road to growth; There is one road that can't be lost, and that is the road of faith; There is one road that cannot be stagnant, and that is the road to struggle; There is one road that can't be forgotten, and that is the way home. Take every road with confidence, and every day of life will be wonderful.
33. People who are moved by words are not deeply impressed; Move people to the walkers. They should be quick.
34. Willows are blowing on the ground and flowers are flying in the sky. The wicker broke and the flowers flew away. I wonder if pedestrians will come back.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of moonlight with her evening song.
37. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light.
39. Castle Peak cannot be covered. After all, it flows east
40. After the desolation, the two should be the same, and at most, it is impossible to clear the grievances.
Tomb-Sweeping Day remembers the martyr's poem Qingming 3.
(Tang) Du Mu
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
Cold food is on the road.
(Tang) Song immediately had a cold meal, and it was late spring on the road.
Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.
The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.
In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.
Cold food (Tang) Hanyi
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
"The door is a thing" (Tang) Zhang Fuzhao loves boats, and the spring grass is green and boundless;
Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.
Qingming Festival (Song) Wang Yuqiao
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
Su Causeway's Qingming Festival is this thing.
(Song) Wu Weixin
Pears bloom in the light, and wanderers go out of the city in spring.
At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.
Cold Food on the Tomb (Song) Yang Wanli
Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?
The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.
The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.
Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.
Work in the suburbs
(Song) Cheng Hao
Grass and green fields, spring around the mountains;
Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water;
Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red;
Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave.
Send Chen Xiucai back to the grave in Saskatchewan.
(Ming) Gao Qi
All the clothes are covered with blood, tears and dust. Although the war is over now, I will feel sad when I return home.
In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations.
"Qingjiang leads Qingming Day Tour"
(Tomorrow) Wang Pan asks where smoking is prohibited in the West Building.
Green fields and sunny roads.
Ma Si hissed through the willows, and people laughed on the swings.
Yinger always teaches Chun to get drunk.
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