A classic poem about the ruthlessness of war
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Bowstring of the great era
Waiting for young arm strength,
Tonight, there is a light to testify,
You created this body for your country.
Tomorrow, gray uniforms,
Will make you look better,
Your iron shoulders
Will be pressed on the steel gun.
In the future,
Don't worry about using force without land,
The enemy is everywhere,
Is your battlefield.
Selected poems on the cruelty of war
On the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
By the river on a snowy night,
A small oil lamp moves slowly,
On that shabby Wu Peng ship,
Reflecting the light, hanging his head,
Who is sitting there?
Ah, you,
* * * a dirty face,
Is it ... or not
Your home,
That happy and warm little nest—
Is a violent enemy,
Did it burn down?
Is it ... or not
On a night like this,
Without the protection of men,
In the fear of death,
Have you ever been teased by enemy bayonets?
Well, on such a cold night,
innumerable
Our elderly mother,
Curled up in a home that doesn't belong to you,
Just like a foreigner
I don't know the wheels of tomorrow.
What kind of journey do you embark on? ...
Four degrees of spring breeze,
Several autumn rains washed away the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon,
Chalk has no words to write spring and autumn.
Spring blossoms,
Candle tears turn to ashes, and autumn is stronger.
Spring sowing peaches and plums in 3,000 gardens,
Qiu Lai, China is rich in fruits.
The latest poem about the cruelty of war
Sing for the motherland
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People say: useless pen
Throw it away.
However, the motherland
Is when I'm holding a knife
Or a gun.
When you are wandering in the jungle.
Still have to sing heartily.
I still have to listen to the sincere singing of my brothers-
Facing the iron storm
Flame storm
Blood storm
Sing the pent-up hatred in my heart.
Sing the repressed true love in my heart.
Also sing away all the dead scum and filth entangled in your ancient soul.
In order to get rid of the pain and humiliation of overload
Loktar
A bright tomorrow of freedom
For you,
The man who gave birth to me raised me.
Teach me what love is and what hate is.
Let me toss and turn in love and hate.
Pain, but it still gives me hope and strength.
My suffering motherland!
1. Poems in memory of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression
2. Classic sentences about the cruelty of reality
3. Poetry about peace
4. Poetry about struggle
5. There are poems praising soldiers.