Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem commemorating the revolutionary martyrs (1) in March, everything revived and the spring was full. March, the most desirable day.
People will never forget to pay homage to the tomb of the martyrs, remember the revolutionary martyrs, watch the deeds of martyrs, learn the spirit of martyrs and embark on the red journey. Do you see it? Listen. Do you feel it?
The heroic spirit of revolutionary martyrs and the hard-won good life today!
At this moment, my heart is surging. Can we follow in the footsteps of martyrs? ! Can we raise the red flag? When I was in kindergarten,
I know Qiu's deeds from my parents and teachers. * * * The producer is brave and unyielding in front of the enemy's butcher's knife, deeply rooted in my young mind. What I did was so heroic.
I also read about revolutionary ancestors in books.
For the happiness of the people, for the liberation of the nation and for the future of the motherland, we fought bravely.
Stand in front of the monument
Can we be like martyrs without regrets?
Now, in the process of modernization,
How do we realize the martyr's legacy? In the face of martyrs, I think,
As an ordinary pupil,
We should raise the banner of national rejuvenation! We use our lives,
Write a wonderful life like a martyr, and the motherland is strong on its own!
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poems in Remembering the Revolutionary Martyrs (2) Turn over the history of private travel agencies in China,
How many heroes died calmly and heroically;
Into the green martyrs cemetery of pines and cypresses,
How many martyrs' spirits are buried here.
In order to avoid the pain of the next generation,
The greatness of life, the glory of death
You can take my life, but you can never crush my faith; I am willing to give up my life instead of changing my faith.
Kill Xia, and later generations.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poems in Memory of Revolutionary Martyrs (III) When you walk to the execution ground with your head held high, your passionate singing turns into spring thunder.
When you fell under the enemy's butcher's knife, blood made the morning light golden?
Your immortal bodies have been cast into the backbone of new China, and the shouts have become the salute of the Republic of China.
The footprint you have traveled has become a thoroughfare, and the motherland with dreams and souls has become a paradise on earth.
Martyrs, you can smile in the grave,
The world is full of spring and flowers are overflowing;
Martyrs, you can be proud and happy. Today's motherland has become rich and powerful.
You see, on the high-speed train, you still have the power to push;
There are also sails that you encourage on the man-made spaceship that travels through space.
You are like a mirror,
Looking at the way we live all the time; You're like a compass again,
Revise our life trajectory at any time.
You are silent but more powerful,
Corrupt officials become embarrassed in front of you; You are like invisible whips, making people who betray the revolutionary ideal tremble.
Martyr! You are a majestic green hill,
We will always admire you!
You are the surging Yellow River and Yangtze River,
Let our blood boil forever?
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poems in Remembrance of Revolutionary Martyrs (IV) Turning to the Travel History of China People,
How many heroes died calmly and heroically;
Into the green martyrs cemetery of pines and cypresses,
How many martyrs' spirits are buried here.
In order to avoid the pain of the next generation,
The greatness of life, the glory of death
You can take my life, but you can never crush my faith; I am willing to give up my life instead of changing my faith.
Kill Xia, and later generations.
Whenever we recite these justice.
Blood is surging in my heart,
The mountain island crows, the red flowers are in full bloom, and the sun shines on the earth.
The east wind is blowing, the pine branches are swinging, and the heroism is still there.
The red scarf on the chest reflects the sun,
Just like the loyalty and strength of a martyr,
A white flower has a wish and a white flower has a greeting.
Embodies the admiration of every young pioneer,
Weaving the vows of every little friend.
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