Poetry reading about 129 movement

There is an emotion called touching, a responsibility called mission, an emotion called patriotism, and a dedication called sacrificing snowflakes in February, which is full of the blood of Peiping martyrs. Warriors who dyed Chang 'an Avenue red 12-9 took to the streets. If it were not for the trampling of imperialism and the compromise and concession of the reactionary government, we would still be scholars reading and writing at dusk. The sound of reading is endless, and everything is concerned about the crisis in North China and the national crisis. When the Chinese nation was in the greatest danger, it was United as one, sharing the rise and fall of the world, and the horse was yelling at the Yellow River. Listening to the decline of the land year after year, who said that learning is useless because of the sorrow of the public? Who says pedantry and cowardice means that scholars put down their pens? Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. Heroes tell us that in China, as long as there is smoke, China has warriors, and as long as there is danger, China has a backbone. As long as there are young people, there is hope. 1935 65438+February 9, we can no longer be calm. For freedom, for the country, we volunteered to fight. No death can make me shrink back. Facing death, I laughed loudly. The devil's palace trembled with laughter. 193565438+February 9, 70 years have passed, but history will not forget that year's resounding battle defeated the Japanese emperor. Nationalism opposes autonomy in North China and civil war. The whole nation is United and consistent with foreign history. Chang 'an Avenue will not be forgotten. How did you walk through the snowstorm? History will not be forgotten. You once told me loudly that history will never forget wave after wave, nor will it forget one after another to resist Japan and save the nation. You haven't sung a war song in 70 years. History will never forget that passionate day, which has been deeply engraved in my heart for 70 years. History will never forget the Lugou shooting. We drove away the jackals and the red flag fluttered. We have ushered in 70 years of liberation. History will not forget, and we will not forget to step on the afterglow. We cherish our memories and imagine the morning glow. We have inherited and carried forward 70 years of history. We won't forget.