I remember when I was a child at school, there was a beautiful lyric grave-sweeping song, which was popular in the fifties and sixties. Does anyone collect this song?

The east wind blows, the red flag swings, the sun shines on the road, and the young pioneers come to sweep the grave. I want to be a martyr in front of my grave, with admiration in my heart, will like Changhong, integrity like pine and cypress, my head can be broken, my blood can flow, and my heart of steel will never die. This is the first paragraph, and I can't remember it clearly below.