The fourth grade of modern poetry about Tomb-Sweeping Day.

On the Four Levels of Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry

A modern poem describing pupils in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Floating in the middle of the cloud

Lightweight, indulge in this helpless world

Light a candle, it smells good.

Worship the silence of life

Scintillation chamber

Memory opens, avalanche.

Hierarchical tree ring

Respond to the heartless bell

Clear tears, clear mind.

In Tomb-Sweeping Day, peace of mind.

Modern Poetry of Primary School Students in Tomb-Sweeping Day II

Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Raindrop-stained

Face, eyes fall on

In a lush green.

Then, some wild flowers came out.

For example, whose face may be smiling.

Probably crying.

Rain is real.

It's getting colder.

Modern Poems of Primary School Students in Tomb-Sweeping Day III

In the snow-covered forest,

General Yang Jingyu lived in a thatched cottage:

On the banks of the surging Ganjiang River,

Some hills were fought by Comrade _ _.

That thirteen-year-old Wang Erxiao!

Lead the enemy into an ambush,

But his blood made a mountain red.

The fifteen-year-old Liu Hulan?

Strut up to the enemy's hay cutter,

Her English name has been passed down from generation to generation.

Modern Poems of Pupils in Tomb-Sweeping Day IV

Clear rain is surging,

It is our tears that gush from our hearts.

Martyrs, we are gathered today.

Salute to you! Song for you.

We are like little pine trees beside the monument.

Always by your side,

We are like flowers in a graveyard,

Send you greetings and send you fragrance.

The clear rain is dribs and drabs of notes,

Write heroic chapters.

Five Modern Poems Describing Pupils in Tomb-Sweeping Day

When the anti-Japanese bonfire burned the earth,

On a bloody day,

How many soldiers fought bravely against the wind and rain.

For the magnificent rivers and mountains of China,

They face the enemy's butcher's knife and smile at tomorrow;

Eight years of anti-Japanese war won a heroic victory.

At that time, the horn of the war of liberation resounded throughout the world;

How many heroes are invincible in the rain of bullets,

For the liberation of children in China,

They held high the torch to break through the darkness,

Hundreds of millions of people have ignited a spark in their hearts.