1: ancient poetry
Don't be sad at the end of the world, you have to pay the price. When to drink Huanglongfu and build a stormy building in China.
Yishi
The sky is full of snow and sadness,
Why should the revolution be afraid of beheading?
Make your son proud,
Revenge for the king of Chu for three years!
Unique poem
The head can be broken, the limbs can be folded,
The revolutionary spirit is immortal.
A strong man's head fell for the party,
Heroes' bodies are grouped.
Yishi
It doesn't matter if you behead,
As long as the doctrine is true.
Kill Xia,
And the afterlife.
goldfish
Fish can be free,
Man is a prisoner.
Folk songs (for children)
People's homes are dark and dense,
The official family is brightly lit.
The pot is in the air,
Officials eat soup medicine.
2. Modern poetry:
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poetry recitation in memory of martyrs.
We can't forget, and we won't forget, today's beautiful life,
From your hard work and dedication yesterday.
Without your bloody struggle, we wouldn't have today.
Rest in peace, hero.
With the deepest reverence, we walked into the martyrs cemetery.
Listen to the bloody inscription and live in our hearts forever!
Qingming Festival is approaching, and we come to the Martyrs Monument.
This is a holy pure land, where the heroic spirit of the martyrs is placed.
Martyrs are immortal, and monuments remain forever.
The east wind blows, the pine branches swing, and the young pioneers come to sweep the grave.
Staring at the tomb of the martyrs, the heroic spirit of the martyrs is still there.
Revolutionary heirloom, handed down from generation to generation.
For the organs in the rear, for the thousands of villagers in Qian Qian,
Thirteen-year-old Wang Erxiao led the enemy into an ambush.
His blood dyed the mountains red, his blood dyed the blue sky red,
He is an example for us to learn from.
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and white flowers pay homage to their loved ones.
Remembering the heroic deeds of the martyrs, the heroes burst into tears.
The martyrs' achievements shine for thousands of years, and the torch of stars is passed down from generation to generation.
Being born as a descendant of the Chinese people is extremely proud, but being born as a descendant of the dragon is not glorious.
We are the founders and successors of the new century.
Since childhood, I have set my ambition to serve the country, be a good builder and successor, and write a new chapter in China.
3. Couplets:
Tomb-Sweeping Day couplets:
Spring breeze blows the ground again; Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Spring club when swallows come; Pear blossoms go backwards.
Time flies in March; Both apricot flowers know the news at two o'clock.
Meet immediately after the peach rain; I like to see the apricot flowers in front of the tree.
The breeze and bright moon are priceless; Get the moon first by being close to the water.
Sophora japonica hot spring replacement; Apricot blossoms eliminate rain and spread knowledge.
Seeing things and thinking about relatives often dreams; The precepts are still in my ears.
Beautiful scenery, beautiful scenery; There are few stars in the moon and many sacrifices.
Sacrifice the grave to worship the ancestors every year; There is still the wind of old people everywhere.
Fire ban early this year; Who is Hua Fei Town busy for?
Cold food and rain spread 150 days; Hua Xinfeng is about to usher in the spring of 24 years old.
Spring breeze has solved thousands of snows; The younger generation will never forget the martyrs.
There is endless water in the chest, and the sunset will hate it forever;
Spring breeze and sunset make people miss the withered flowers.
2.200 words, one * * four 1 ode to the soul of Tomb-Sweeping Day. Why are our steps light? Why do we feel so heavy? Why does heaven cry? Why do pines and cypresses have feelings? This is a holy pure land, where the heroic spirit of the martyrs is placed.
From protecting the blood of the six gentlemen of Wu to the shock of the five strong men of Langya Mountain; From the white terror of "April 12" to the rumble of guns in the autumn harvest uprising; From the spark in Jinggangshan to the billowing smoke in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression; From the brilliant victories of the three major battles to the rise of the first five-star red flag Ran Ran on the Tiananmen Gate ... the martyrs are full of fighting spirit and are unstoppable. The martyr is dying and high-spirited! Devote one's blood to the years like flowers.
In the rain of bullets, you stand tall and determined; In the smoke, you make a deafening roar! The soldiers in front fell down and countless soldiers rushed forward; One red flag fell and countless red flags were held high. Blood plays the hero's song of triumph, and youth writes the glorious course.
Long live the martyr! The monument is eternal! Looking back, we can't tell you how much we respect the martyrs. Looking at the present, we can't finish singing our infinite longing for tomorrow.
The Yangtze River and the Yellow River are boiling because of your blood. The majestic Kunlun Mountain and the Great Wall of Wan Li are eternal because of your lofty aspirations! Dear martyr! Although you will never wake up, we will always remember you.
The towering monument is your tall figure, the long river is your immortal soul, the evergreen pine and cypress are your eternal heroism, and the blue sky and white clouds are the habitat of your heroic soul. Now, we are standing in the golden sunshine, stroking our hot hearts with our hands, full of lofty sentiments and ambitions; Let the bright five-star red flag testify for us, and we will carry out your unfinished journey! We are civilized and polite people; We are brave and tenacious people; We are people who explore new knowledge; We are descendants of Lei Feng's spirit; We are the inheritors of capitalism. In March, everything revived and the spring was full.
March, the most desirable day. People will never forget to pay homage to the tomb of the martyrs, remember the revolutionary martyrs, watch the deeds of martyrs, learn the spirit of martyrs and embark on the red journey.
Do you see it? Listen. Do you feel it? The heroic spirit of revolutionary martyrs and the hard-won good life today! In front of the Martyrs Cemetery, I stood and took a photo. At this moment, my heart is surging. Can we follow in the footsteps of martyrs? ! Can we raise the red flag? A passion, an excitement, a thought, a question. When I was in kindergarten, I learned the deeds of Luo Shiwen and Che Yaoxian from my parents and teachers. * * * The producer is indomitable in front of the enemy's butcher's knife and is deeply rooted in my young mind.
When I was in primary school, I met "radish head". He is as old as us, and his deeds are very heroic. I also read from books that the revolutionary ancestors fought bravely for the happiness of the people, the liberation of the nation and the future of the motherland.
Today, in front of the sculpture of "Little Radish Head", I still think he is heroic. What is he thinking calmly? Does he feel childish? I repeatedly read "Eight Opinions in Prison", as if I saw the bright red blood of the martyrs. When sacrificing personal interests and lives, can we be as regretless as martyrs? How to realize the martyr's legacy in the process of modernization? Facing the martyrs, I think as an ordinary party member, we should raise the banner of national rejuvenation! Comfort the martyrs, we are experiencing new feats! I have worked hard regardless of the wind and rain, and I have written new songs on the road of reform! We write a wonderful life with our lives like martyrs, and the strength of our motherland depends on ourselves! Man in front of the Martyrs' Tomb: It's another Tomb-Sweeping Day, and we stand in front of the solemn martyrs' monument.
Woman: The sky is crying for today, and Song Tao is crying for today. M: How many revolutionary martyrs are buried underground for the liberation of the motherland and the happy life of the people?
Wang: History will not forget them, the Republic of China will not forget them, and neither will we. M: Once upon a time, our ancestors stood at the peak of the world nation with advanced science and splendid culture.
Woman: And this century of dark and humiliating history has pushed her to the abyss. M: In order to change all this, many people with lofty ideals left with hatred in hard exploration and struggle.
Female: Only under the leadership of China * * * Production Party, the blood of martyrs has illuminated today's China. Today, we are here to reflect on the past in the name of revolution.
Woman: Soothes the soul with the rapid development of modernization. He: Martyrs, rest in peace! M: Song Tao bursts, which seems to be a comforting smile from the martyrs.
Martyrs, if you are spiritual in heaven, please look at the beautiful flowers watered with your blood! W: The historical records engraved on the stone can gradually disappear with the passage of time, but the memories engraved in people's minds are always clear. M: The tangible monument may collapse, but the monument in people's hearts will stand forever.
Woman: We won't forget, how can we forget! Man: Did our predecessors shed their blood just to let us have a clear sky, breathe free air and appreciate this beautiful flower? W: No, what they want is that the motherland that suffered serious disasters will become stronger and more beautiful in our hands. Man: seniors, the wings of the young birds you pray for are getting fuller and fuller. W: We will gradually shoulder the burden. M: The future society needs us to build. W: A bright future beckons us. Work together: We will create tomorrow with diligence and wisdom. M: Let's remember this solemn moment. W: Let's remember this solemn promise. Together: We want to make the martyrs' blood red and red. 4 Qingming, I came to the Martyrs Cemetery (Poetry) ● Often Tomb-Sweeping Day came quietly in the embrace of spring. I came to the Martyrs Cemetery to pay my respects. The picture of your dead hero has been recorded in the exploits of historical heroes and turned into an immortal statue, which will always inspire future generations. This is a little-known battle, but no one who has experienced it will forget it. The terrain is complex, the fog is dark, and the castle is full of the cunning of the enemy. You are the captain of the commando team. You know exactly what upward means. Sacrificing nature is a martyr, but you did not hesitate to lead the soldiers to fight their way out while charging. A shell came roaring and cut off your left arm.
3. What are the poems about remembering the martyrs? 1. The head can be broken, the limbs can be broken, and the revolutionary spirit cannot be extinguished. The head of a strong man is a party collapse, but the body of a brave man is a group crack. -from Zhou Wenyong's "the last poem"
2. I lost my pride, and Yang Jun lost her willow, which soared into the sky. Asked what WU GANG had, WU GANG held out osmanthus wine. Lonely Chang 'e has wide sleeves, and Wan Li dances for the loyal soul. Suddenly came the news that the world had been dormant, and tears flew down and poured down. -The nearest from Mao Zedong? Answer Li Shuyi. "
3. Du Yusheng, wake up from crying and be clear. Go hunting in the cemetery with banners and elegies. 19 1 1 In the spring of last year, thunder thundered over Chixian County, and * * * was heroic and rushed to Suzaku. I remember that smoke filled the five Yangcheng, and it was about blood. -Excerpted from "Man Jiang Hong _ Interview with the Tomb of the Seventy-two Martyrs in Huanghuagang, Guangzhou"
4. awesome, often depressed, things in the chest, who can say. I hate the rest of my life being too late. Covered and shed tears, the smell of embarrassment made Huang Liang feel more. On this day, I was thinking about heroes in the hustle and bustle. -Rereading "Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs" from "Man Jiang Hong"
5. The artery crosses the Yellow River and is injected into the Yangtze River by vein. The blood vessels of Huaxia River are flowing, nourishing my heart, liver and intestines. Fire sees real gold, and revolution has experienced wind and rain. Patriotic poems spread in one vein, and the red flag spectrum is full of blood. -From the Operator? Reflections on reading the poems of revolutionary martyrs
4. What poems describe heroism? 1. Yan Jiang Yue (Two Rhymes of Dongpo) Song Dynasty: Ge Changgeng
It is said that in the sky, the stone unicorn has become an English thing on earth. The meaning of drunkenness is not in poetry, but the soldiers are driving the pen array. The sky is empty, the mud is pleasing, and there is a little red furnace snow. The only people who know the times are Jie Jun today. I was born ambitious, and my hair fell out when I met my bosom friend. Let wealth and fame drift like clouds, and let's see what happened. Sheep meet stones, geese say goodbye to lakes. Don't be more annoying than hair. * * * You are thousands of miles away, so why don't you go upstairs for a month?
2. "Bu Operator (Three Poems on the Shandong Slope of Jingtai)" Song Dynasty: Ge Changgeng
Clouds and rain are in Chu Qing, cicadas and silence are in the forest. At dusk, the ancient temple rings the bell and closes the door, and the lamp reflects the glass shadow. Long live Hero Town, the dream of yesterday is still heavy. Lonely and dry, my hair rustles and is cold.
3, "Xie Huijian" Tang Dynasty: Mou Rong
I feel that you are a three-foot iron, waving ghosts and gods. Heroic spirit is at the center, and heroic spirit is born under the armpit. Since then, the dog has disappeared and the nest has been flat from time to time. Wanli went on the rampage and was later named Youcheng.
4, "Autumn Zhai" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
It is cold in the morning and autumn, and depression is called disease. The breeze is like a bamboo window, and the white dew is gone. Ruan Ji is all thumbs, and Ji Kang is sloppy. Life is different, heroism is in the heart.
5, "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang" Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang
Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history.