Essays on military camp poetry

1. "Selected Poems of Ode to Soldiers on August 1st" is like Chaoyang spraying blood. You wrote brilliantly with your life. Never confess easily, but tell the dazzling power with breadth. Iron and blood journey, lofty ideals and benevolent people, righteousness and courage cast the Great Wall, sheltering the peace of the motherland. No matter in wartime or peacetime, it is you who let all brothers and sisters live in peace. With you, our life is fearless. I always want to weave a wreath with my own hands, take it on the soldiers covered in blood, and express my admiration for you with the most sincere heart. I always want to brew a cup of mellow tea and give it to the soldiers on guard, so that this warmth can resist the cold wind at night in Leng Xue. I always want to sing a song, praise the grandeur of the soldiers with my heartfelt feelings, and express my brothers, sisters and fellow villagers' deep thoughts about you. The night is still the same ... 2. Whenever Liu Guangyao, the author of Bayi, walks into Bayi, we former soldiers are always so excited and excited, because it is a soldier's festival and an unforgettable day. None of us will forget that in those fiery years, our beautiful years, boiling blood and the spirit of China men were unrestrained in the green square. In the intense combat readiness training, the joyful military camp world, sincere friendship, scenes of songs and history are recorded and praised for us. When the familiar gongs and drums sounded again in the barracks, we waved our arms with tears in our eyes and bid farewell to the troops. My hometown is so amiable and strange. Facing all this, we are recruits. In the face of difficulties and twists and turns, we always remember that we were soldiers, so if we are not afraid of death, what are we afraid of? Soldiers should dare to challenge everything. "August 1st" has arrived, and I have a lot on my mind. I want to say to comrades that a thousand words can be condensed into one sentence. No matter where you go, no matter when you arrive, don't forget the military flag and don't lose your true colors! ! ! 3. mom! That must be you. I heard it. I listened to the hand-embroidered cloth shoes and the sound of stepping on the ground from infancy until I put on the green military uniform. When I woke up in the dreamland of the military camp, it seemed as if your gentle footsteps came to my bed, ready to cover me with bare arms. When I felt thirsty in the cat's ear hole, I closed my eyes, as if I heard your gentle footsteps coming to me again, ready to bring me a bowl of sweet glutinous rice balls. Mom, 20 years ago, when I was knocked down by the enemy's sinful bullets, how much I thought: You closed my eyes with your own hands, touched my cheek again with your gentle hands, and let me touch the hard calluses on your hands again. Mom, I want to prove to you that as a soldier, I didn't embarrass you. Mom, for 20 years, my faithful brothers and I have stood silently in the front line of the past. Mom, how I want to tell you that when I fell, my spear pointed to the other side of the enemy position. My former brothers and sisters came, they brought us laughter, they poured out their hearts to us, they shed tears on this grave, flowers, wine, tobacco and alcohol, and the red and tender faces of their descendants. However, without the irreplaceable touch of my mother, the loneliness in my heart will never be eliminated. Mom, it's been 20 years. You've come a long way. Mom, it's been 20 years. I know it's hard for you. I don't blame you because you don't have enough money. Mom, you came empty-handed without any sacrifice. I don't blame you because you don't have enough money. Mom, I know: you haven't eaten yet, but unfortunately I can't be filial to you, and I can only look at you speechless. Mom, you are crying so hard. I know you think it's too late. Mom, you are so helpless to pat me on the head. I understand you're asking why it takes 20 years. Mom, for thousands of other mothers, you and I have no regrets. Mom, behind you is the rapid development of noise, the golden night of feasting, and the soaring luxury, but what do you feel, mom? I don't want any extra care. A "martyr" is enough. I just want my mother to touch my tombstone next Qingming, because my mother doesn't have much 20 years to live.