Poetry of revolutionary martyrs

Qingming, I came to the Martyrs Cemetery (Poetry)

● Chang Ye Ting

Tomb-Sweeping Day is in the arms of spring.

Come quietly

I came to the martyrs cemetery.

Pay tribute to your sleeping hero.

A distant painting

Loading history

Heroic feat

Become an immortal statue

Always inspire future generations.

This is an era.

A little-known battle.

But every experiencer

But I will never forget it.

The terrain is complex, foggy and dark.

The carved castle is full of the cunning of the enemy.

You're the commandos captain.

You know very well.

Upward means sacrifice.

Nature is a martyr.

But you didn't hesitate.

Lead the warriors to fight while rushing.

Fight one's way

A shell roared past.

Cut off your left arm.

Another piece of shrapnel

Cut your leg.

You use the remaining right hand

Grab the wet scorched earth.

Climb inch by inch.

Eyes red with hatred.

A throat forged by the army

Perseverance ignited with blood

Stubborn orders to continue fighting

Until you fall in a pool of blood

From now on, your name

Be engraved with a stone tablet

Your feat

Become a story

A monument standing in the cemetery

Stand still and pierce the sky.

It was built by a loyal soul.

Spiritual construction

Is a huge exclamation point.

Facing you-my comrade-in-arms

My waterfall imagination

Pull out the unstoppable fountain of tears

Crystal tears

Knock on the drum surface of my heart again

Tragic swan song

Like an evergreen pine and cypress

The ancient wind shook it.

Make waves.

Bounce one by one.

Distant revelation

The distant battle has solidified.

At our feet

Become a solid cornerstone of life

Your body

Not only laid the foundation for victory

It broadens our horizons.

You're lying here without saying a word

But your great image

Immortal spirit

Survivors will never enjoy it.

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