Memorize the martyrs' poems 1 revolutionaries
Author: Lonely and affectionate.
Facing death,
People feel scared and panicked,
Revolutionary performance,
But optimistic and tenacious.
Difficulties and hardships,
Dreams cover the sun,
A firm belief,
Is the dawn of hope.
Their dreams,
You can sow hope,
This is a prairie fire,
Nourish the wilderness.
Their fraternity,
Transmitting energy,
That's the cry of human nature,
Radiate light.
Recite martyrs' poems and 2 rows of tombstones.
It's a soldier on standby.
Stroking the standing body
Trembling heart gently spit out a word.
"revolutionary soldier"
Calling for a hero.
Or are you comforting the soul?
The firelight in Nanchang
Bloody sacrifice in the Northern Expedition War
The Red Flag of Jinggangshan
Anti-encirclement and suppression bloody rainbow
And Redmi in Yan 'an.
Xibaipo sleepless lamp
Have your eyes.
Your enthusiasm
Snow mountains and marshes
Dadu River in Jinsha River
Step on your foot
Your game writing protocol
Awaken a nation.
Your anger
Burn the anti-Japanese gun barrel red
call together
Mother was stabbed to death by the devil.
Pinch a flower
Flower English is in full bloom on the battlefield.
Smoke from the war of liberation
bury
Your youth years
You left a message for wildflowers.
I ... love ... life
In the national day fireworks
You sing and dance.
I can still hear it.
Echo of shouting
My beloved wife heard it.
The pace of liberating the southwest
The little girl is looking forward to it.
Listen carefully to the songs of Yalu River.
You have a new comrade-in-arms around you
That's the elite who fought back in self-defense
Rest in peace, soldier.
By your side
Always a tall and straight pine tree
Although it is the dry season.
Moisten the flowers in the grave
There are silent tears in all seasons.
Silence of tears ...
Remembering the Martyrs' Poetry Recitation 3 Seeing the Martyrs
Author: Xiang Xiang
It's Qingming again, and the rain in March brings a moist amorous feelings!
Holding a bunch of flowers, go and see, the martyrs who are buried in the pine and cypress bushes!
Standing in front of the tomb of the martyrs, silently paying homage, crossing the long river of history, and through the long smoke, you can still see the brilliance of blood and fire!
The sky is like water, and the blue sky is as white as a mirror, clear and holy, which embodies the firmness and greatness of the son of the earth. In the vibrant green leaves and the pulse of heaven and earth, the Monument to Heroes stands tall!
Therefore, with admiration and polite praise, let the full thoughts and memories follow the drizzle, and turn a touch of Wei Yun into a sentimental thread that is not old in March.
Hold a bunch of flowers to see the martyrs, let the youth bow down and accept the pious baptism!
Poetry recital in memory of martyrs 4. The sorrow of a revolutionary
Author: elm leaves
How many thrilling days and nights
The gunfire faded away.
The gunshots disappeared in my ears.
The withered olive tree in my dream finally grew leaves.
Dozens of miles of mountain roads flinched at their feet.
Holding a ticket for a whole day.
The crowded platform was crowded with people waiting.
The whistle circled in the distance.
He was drowned in the crowd.
With the heartbeat of the train.
The train stopped slowly.
The carriage is full of strange faces.
The train roared away.
A figure stood quietly on the platform.
The sunset flowed like blood on the hillside.
A group of soldiers were black and blue.
Hold each other's hands and smile there.
He twitched his chapped lips and remained silent.
The railway extends all the way to the mountainous area.
night falls
The road was dark when I came.
Remembering the shining autumn colors of the martyrs' poetry recital 5-Dedicated to the revolutionary martyr Qiu Jin.
You walked out of the boudoir.
Not afraid of irony, not afraid of risk.
Resolutely set foot on a ship heading east for Japan.
On the other side of the ocean, there are thousands of waters in Qian Shan.
Still can't change your belief in the revolution. ...
You walked out of the family.
Reluctant to children, reluctant to parents.
Resolutely take the revolutionary road.
In the face of the ethnic groups that were hard to return at that time.
You're raising your arms and yelling.
You're waving a flag and shouting
A free tomorrow ...
You came out of the revolution.
Brave and ambitious
And revolutionaries.
Boil wine and talk about swords, and write magnificent poems about leather. ...
Since then, history has been in the sky.
With that kind of touch.
Shiny autumn colors
Never grow old.
Rereading strange prose, stopping eyes, covered with blood.
On the case, jing xing is rare and has many heroes.
The ambition often rises with the clouds and waves, and the male body competes for mountains and rivers.
Kyushu is as good as iron.
Awesome, often depressed, what's in your heart, who can say.
I hate the rest of my life being too late.
Covered and shed tears, the smell of embarrassment made Huang Liang feel more.
On this day, I was thinking about heroes in the hustle and bustle.
Recite martyrs' poems. Martyr, Qingming reminds me of you.
Be strong in battle.
Struggle for liberation
Strive for peace
Why do you always take the lead?
Martyr, Qingming reminds me of you.
Your great achievements
saga
Keep it in mind.
Your name has spread all over the motherland.
Today, I came to see you with excitement.
I miss your fighting in the south and the north.
For justice.
adamantine
Only this half-foot square land will accompany you to the end.
Brought victory to the motherland.
What is left is a sigh of regret.
But you will never complain.
Because you all are.
Children of the people