Modern Poetry of Martyrs and Heroes 1 A hero stands in my heart.
His strong will, not afraid of any challenges in life, completely infected me
A man's true nature, as if the world is spinning for you,
He is the window opened by darkness,
It was in the cold winter that he melted the sunshine from the biting ice front.
I'm glad to have you in my heart,
Illuminated my way forward,
I suddenly let out a cry in my heart,
Buddha in the sky, please give me a chance to be a hero.
Let the hero stand on hope forever.
Modern Poetry of Martyrs and Heroes 2 This is an era of heroic fighting.
There are no heroes in this era,
Because the armor is too heavy,
Heavy and too erratic,
Just like their whole lives,
I have a heroic dream since I was a child.
Want to have the ups and downs of the world and heaven and earth,
Then choose to turn your back on the happy country and go to the silent grave.
But now I still don't know what kind of journey this is.
Finally one day, the heroes fell on the edge of the cold world.
I followed their tracks,
Angry and crying,
Who sings fate, who tells the reason,
I suddenly realized,
Dreams left by heroes can only cover up tears.
The modern poems of martyrs change in three seasons, and the years are like gold.
Ruthless ring,
Stick it in the wrinkles on your forehead,
History, how much you have paid,
A meaningful or meaningless person,
He turned a vivid page in history,
Winners and losers are full of pride,
He wrote this vivid story himself,
You and this story will go down in history forever,
Heroes,
Put down your bow and drink it off,
This glass of spirits. Turn the sad moon in your eyes,
Dilution,
Listen to the bugles in the barracks,
Who are you rewriting history for,
Traitors and robbers,
Your steel knife is clanking and shining,
Confidant,
Your eyes are dripping with snow.
Modern Poetry of Martyrs and Heroes 4 When the sun rises,
Hold your head high and face the east,
I don't know how thick the uninjured blood is,
I don't know how heavy it is not to shed tears,
It doesn't hurt no matter how deep it is.
Sing with blood,
Worship of thousands of people,
The eternal recovery of Wan Li's rivers and mountains,
When the battlefield roared for a second,
Hold your head high and rush forward,
Never look back when you are injured.
Blowing the horn is everything in life,
Without dreams, the poorest people,
No dawn, the loneliest,
Hold back your tears and be a hero,
Not just for mom and dad,
Not just for a woman,
Those are the tears of thousands of people in Qian Qian.
The hope of millions of people in Qian Qian,
Shouting in the fire, fighting in the rain of bullets, roaring,
Despise his cold wind, despise his cold bridge and iron rope,
Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.
I like the thousands of miles of snow in Minshan, and I will have a full face after the three armies.
Be the hero in our hearts,
From the July 7th Incident to the September 18th Incident,
From the Battle of Songhu to the final victory of Taierzhuang,
China was completely liberated from War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression,
Every moment is a history watered with blood,
Every moment is a chapter in life,
This is our hero,
Now, life has become comfortable,
Should we go,
Remember the heroes of the older generation,
Without them, there would be no happiness today.
Now, life has become comfortable,
No longer defend with flesh and blood,
Should we cherish it more,
Everyone can be a hero in his heart.
On the horizon, a person is working hard.
In the layers of clouds, the filar silk beam is exposed,
Red bricks, stacked tall buildings,
In the wilderness, the fog pavilion smiles at the window,
Thin green shrubs,
High-rise buildings have strong feelings for migrant workers.
A trace of red dust makes you put on a mysterious rainbow,
On the Yuan Ye, a flock of geese flew in.
People sing with geese, and the moon and stars are red.
In the green field, there are a group of beautiful cockroaches.
Fly to the boundless sky,
Looking for the rainbow on the horizon,
The wind chimes rang, swaying a string of stories,
Wave after wave,
Influence on the throats of migrant workers,
The curtains by the window slowly opened,
Show romance and luxury,
Students who stabbed migrant workers,
With the sound of wind chimes,
A green field, Wan Li sky,
In the sweat of migrant workers,
Infinitely extended,
Anyone can think that Yuyu Qionglou,
Farmers from the bottom,
The sun is shining and the moonlight is hazy.
The building echoed with exciting voices,
Hero migrant workers, migrant workers heroes.
I don't want to read modern poem 6 of martyrs and heroes, so I jump.
This is a mother's expectation,
Another mother smiled with relief.
I don't want to sink, I want to lift him,
I want you to hold me,
We hold up the warm sun together,
Do not want to be a hero,
I am still Shen Xing,
An unremarkable star on the horizon,
Please give my regards to the two mothers.
Modern Poems of Martyrs and Heroes 7 Smoke billows to sing heroes, and green hills all around listen, listen.
A thunderbolt strikes the golden drum, and the sea waves are harmonious.
People's soldiers drive tigers and leopards, risking their lives and forgetting their lives to keep them safe.
Why is the banner picturesque and the hero's blood dyed her red?
Why the earth is always spring, but the hero's life is full of flowers.
The hero jumped out of the trench and a flash of lightning pierced the sky.
The ground sank into a single block, and the sky fell with one hand.
My feet are burning in the fire, and my whole body is shining with rainbows.
Martyr hero modern poem 8 hero, afraid of incense in his sleeve.
The beauty in her arms is shy and in rags.
she
Smile, you are already beautiful. Look forward to the first, pay attention to traffic. Open lips, guzheng, musical instruments and sounds.
Accustomed to her charm, I can't value other femme fatale.
He thought
She will accompany him to enjoy the picturesque scenery.
She thought
He will release his horse and take her around the world.
Since then, they have cared for each other all their lives.
but
Lonely love ended in bitterness, turned to the afterlife and stepped on the afterlife.
The weirder, the better.
Half pillow sand cabinet, warm and delicate.
But she left and rode on a white horse.
The owner of the white horse is not him.
he said
Love without regrets is humble and sinks into the sea of suffering. Success or failure is right and wrong. Look at yesterday and laugh at the future. I love it, so I'm here, and I won't say goodbye with a smile when I turn around and leave.
Frowning for the dream.
Trivial words have Qian Qian's absolute worry, and the water is weak.
Silk rain pours out leisure worries, and acacia makes people thin.
He has been looking for it.
The sun sets outside the yellow paper window.
The cloudy day is getting darker and darker, and the sky is blue after the rain, and there are people on both sides.
He has been looking for it.
Even a cruel explanation.
One night, he found her
The night is too delicate and charming, and the twilight covers your face.
She said nothing, and he said nothing.
The moon is close to the shadow, and it is empty. Who is heartbroken under the glass curtain, tears are empty, and it is difficult to sleep.
He saw him.
He asked.
The hero doesn't ask the source, 10. How can you take her with you?
White horse owner said with a smile
I am from Linyi.
Heroes cry and beauties laugh.
Modern Poetry of Martyrs and Heroes More than 9 years ago, Top Gun thought that the world would change because of me.
Many years ago, I was in high spirits and thought that beauty would be surrounded by water.
Many years ago, I was arrogant and ignorant, thinking that reality was also chivalrous and tender.
But when I realized that making money was far more important than daydreaming, and my weight gradually exceeded my height, I felt that these were really far away from me.
For example:
In the desert, I saw only historical details, but no yellow sand and fighting, and vowed to break Loulan.
When I went to the waterfall, I only saw the power of nature, instead of indulging in white deer and green cliffs.
When I went to the high mountain, I only saw people's piety, not the awe of the road and the fairy couple.
Only occasionally do I realize that there is such a self. It's just hidden and covered with a layer of soil, which doesn't look so clear and clean. ......
Can you still do it?
Laugh at the past and present, all heroes?
Can you still do it?
Take a good look at the ruins, with a beautiful face as a companion?
Teenagers blush with shame, and martyrs shine in their later years.
I don't want anyone to understand. I'm proud.
No matter how many causes and effects, I am alone.
With my mind, I can only write a plan now, and write a brain that is still left, which will give me a sealed dream and lofty sentiments. If I can be a hero, can I clean up the filth and attract public attention? Unfortunately, youth is gone, and there is no if. The temples are gray and you can be accompanied by your relatives.
Modern Poetry of Martyrs and Heroes 10 I have a dream,
I met my hero in my dream.
He saved me from trouble and brought me out of danger.
Wake up, I'm still me.
Without my hero, there would be no fairyland.
I ran like hell,
Escape from those monsters that eat people.
I want to live.
I didn't wait for my hero,
I haven't seen his face clearly yet.
I am like a lonely soul, floating around.
Wait, wait for my hero
He will take me to find the light.
Yes, he won't keep me homeless.
He's my hero,
He will save me from getting lost.
My hero,
Can you show me your face and make me miss it every night?
I long to hide in the paradise I built.
There are my heroes in the world,
He will save my world.
Will he wear armor or brocade,
Will he step on the clouds or ride a horse?
Let's hear it for my hero,
Let flowers greet my hero.
I suppressed the devil in my heart and tried to hide it.
When he redeems the ugliness,
I want my hero to see my kindness.
I let myself not be defeated and work hard.
Practice smiling every day.
I want my hero to see my beauty.
however
The sky is pale,
My hero, you have not appeared yet.
I'm tired,
I can't resist it anymore.
I'm sleepy,
I want to have a good sleep and dream.
I waited for my hero in my dream.
He stepped on the clouds, covered with the glow of the sun,
Walking towards me among the flowers.