Poems about Qiu Jin

Poetry 1: Qiu Jin, Four Musts.

Half-blood fever,

How do mountains and rivers break?

Qingsi disdains amorous species,

Anger has higher ambitions for people.

Poetry 2: Qiu Jin.

Jianhu Woman is impressive.

For the revival of China's fragrant soul needle.

Up to now, students are still chanting,

Don't hesitate to buy a nod.

Poetry 3: To Qiu Jin, female.

You dance in chaos with a sword.

You write melancholy in blood.

If it's autumn

Unfortunate and tragic

The last bureaucratic hero

And for you.

Abandon the world of mortals

All beings have feelings.

Use fresh blood

Pave a plank road for you

With admiration

protect you

Trek hard

Poetry 4: Xuan Ting Huai Qiu Jin

Why is the grass in Xuanting evergreen?

Because Qiu Jin's spirit lives in the pavilion forever.

Why is Xuanting Honghua unbeaten?

Because it was Qiu Jin's blood.

Why are the lights in the pavilion so bright?

Because those are Qiu Jin's discerning eyes.

She was born a revolutionary,

Even if she dies, she cares about pedestrians.

Poetry 5: Singing Qiu Jin.

Is it too light for the whole country to embrace Longquan to audition dysprosium?

Angrily waving an iron pen to express his strange ambition, he dared to give up his heart to help the poor.

Lonely and loyal, Yan went to prison and burst into tears.

Xiling was fortunate enough to bury the bones, and the Chinese book was passed down as the name of a chivalrous woman.