They didn't do it for
Seek fame,
It's not for myself.
Build a monument,
Rest here forever.
However, their achievements,
Inscribed in the history of the motherland,
Their monument,
Stand in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people!
The elderly are coming _ _ _
Trembling hands
Lay a wreath,
Tears of sadness hung on his face,
With a gratified smile.
Young people are coming _ _ _
Strong hands,
Plant pines and cypresses,
Eyes full of hatred for the enemy,
Hope for life rises in my heart.
Teenagers are coming.
Young hands,
Offer a pot of flowers,
Raise your right hand and swear:
Take an oath to inherit the martyr's legacy!
Martyrs Monument
Always stand in our hearts!
Poetry-Singing for the Garden of Eden (3)
Who said that?
How about "the north is very sad"
Don't!
My Jinchaji,
Your humble country,
Your rustic countryside,
Your land burned because of the war.
It's better than
Eden in the sky,
And beautiful!
Oh, you-
Our new Eden,
I sing loudly for you.
My Jinchaji,
you are
In the war
Newborn land,
You are our new countryside.
In every valley,
Is flashing.
The glory of Mao Zedong.
A low hut,
It is our temple.
Life revolution,
Man-God!
People are God!
My song,
it will be
The guardian's gun in front of Eden!
My song,
You,
Sing more tenaciously and forcefully,
although
My song,
Is rough,
No light ...
My Jinchaji,
Maybe,
My singing will unfortunately stop tomorrow,
My life
Torn to pieces by the enemy,
however
My flesh and blood,
it will be
Into fragrant flowers,
Drive on the road.
That flower-
Red stands for loyalty,
Yellow is pure,
White is love,
Green is happiness,
Purple is tenacious.
The prisoner's lament
Ye Ting
The doors that people come in and out are locked,
The hole where the dog climbed out was open.
A voice shouted:
Climb out. Ah, set you free!
I long for freedom, but I also know.
How can a person's body crawl out of a dog hole!
I can only look forward to that day.
The underground fire is burning,
Burn this living coffin with me,
I should be in fire and blood
Get eternal life.
My confession
Chen ran
The heavy chain was ringing at his feet,
You can hold the whip high,
I don't need any confession,
Even if the chest is facing the bloody bayonet!
People can't lower their noble heads,
Only those who are afraid of death beg for "freedom";
What is torture?
Death can't make me talk!
I laugh at death,
The devil's palace swayed in laughter;
This is my confession of party member.
Sing a triumphant song and ruin the Chiang dynasty.
Qingming, I came to the Martyrs Cemetery (Poetry)
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.
My friend He Jingping (1918-1949)1948 wrote this poem in Zhazidong in the summer:
Sitting on the bottom of the prison
In order to avoid the pain of the next generation,
We are willing to
I would like to sit in this prison!
We were born rebels,
We have to turn this upside-down Gankun around!
We are going to knock this unreasonable thing over!
Today, we went to the prison.
What's so rare about going to jail?
In order to avoid the pain of the next generation,
We are willing-willing to sit in this prison!