1, binjiang? Zhao Yiman
Swear to cross the river for the country, not for the home.
Are all men good? Why are women so bad?
I will be loyal to my motherland and have a boiling passion.
White mountains and black waters can wipe out enemy bandits. Smile and look at the standard as red as flowers!
2. Ji Hongchang, a just poem
I hate not being able to die against Japan, and I am shameless today.
The country is still broken, why should I cherish this head?
Eager to drink Meiling's blood and eat stones.
Come back and announce my life and return to China.
3. Yang Jisheng, a just poem.
I am noble and upright, and I only died for the kingdom. Qi Hao is still in space. Although I will die, my heart will live forever and shine on future generations.
The life of the country has long been the heart of the country, but it has failed to fulfill the regret of the country, leaving ashes as evil spirits to be compensated by the state to destroy the enemy.
4, "Nian Nujiao Chibi Nostalgia" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.
To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.
A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
5. The last 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.
6. Is there a chain store in Liu Bojian?
Walking in chains on the long street, stumbling one after another, the city people are vying for attention, and I have no shame at all.
Walking in the street with chains, the city people were shocked by the sound of chains, and my heart was at peace.
Walking in chains on the long street, the more ambitious you are and the more you fight as a prisoner, the workers and peasants will be liberated.