A poem commemorating the 72nd anniversary of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War: Wan Li has clear skies and white clouds flying dreams.
B: The east wind is mighty, and the five-star red flag is the backbone of China.
C: The Yangtze River and the Yellow River play the melody of the times.
Ding: Jiangnan is in the north, singing the great motherland with one voice.
A: Seventy years ago, China was trampled by Japanese invaders, and it was scorched and desolate everywhere.
B:/kloc-The disaster of 0/4 left the motherland black and blue.
C: It is the wish and ambition of everyone in China to oppose Manchuria and the conquered people.
D: Defend peace, never forget history, and truth will always be armed with justice.
A: The haze cleared and the night finally showed the dawn of victory. When the light of revival shines brightly, the Chinese nation shines with determination.
B: In the long river of years, there is a great ship of history, and no one can stop its progress. He remembered everything that happened in the world and watched the ups and downs of the past dynasties.
Poems commemorating the 72nd anniversary of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War Part II The vast East China Sea is full of smoke, and Qian Fan Nanyang is fishing.
Philippine thieves, Japanese invaders, ghosts, the East China Sea Nanyang demon surging.
The sons and daughters of China are full of anger, and the territory of the motherland cannot be occupied.
Perseverance, drive away stubborn enemies, defend the country to the death, and not be afraid of war.
Poetry commemorating the 72nd anniversary of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's victory; 3 1 pigeon forages on the grass.
When I walked over to look,
It flew away.
Fly to the balcony of a family
There are full of colorful sunflowers.
And a flock of pigeons
Fly freely in the air
Sky blue, white clouds, red sun.
And the mysterious whistle of pigeons
It constitutes a fascinating picture.
This reminds me.
Think about Picasso
Reminiscent of qi Baishi
These are some masters.
In their works,
Pigeons are peaceful
Reminds me of the past again.
In childhood
In primary school
I once wrote a poem.
The name of this poem is.
dove of peace
In front of the students
I recited it, too.
Needless to say
Must be childish.
Youth affairs
Memories of old age
What a sweet thing this should be
Look around today
Where can it be quieter than here?
A full meal is better than a banquet.