Tomb-Sweeping Day's poetry recitation in memory of martyrs.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, rainy and sunny, is in its prime. Horse horn mud is soft and dry, and the sleeves are half cage. Color harmony, people have a reward. They are embroidered saddles and poplars. When the sun sets, I linger and return to the grass. Next, I will bring you a poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day's memory of the martyrs. I hope you like it!

Is Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem (1) accidental or inevitable?

Unintentional or coincidence?

The sky, your face

Why is it this time every year?

I began to cry darkly.

Earth, your heart

Why did you start to tremble for no reason?

As if to subvert the whole earth.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem (2) The wind is rustling.

Rainy

People are always afraid and sad.

I stood quietly.

In front of a pile of graves

Pay tribute to every wandering and lonely soul

I heard you.

You are howling. You're smiling.

All the voices and winds, sobbing

Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem (3) is a pile of loess.

Or is the dog tail grass swaying alone in the grave?

There are also inscriptions mottled after being washed away by the wind and snow.

Like a sharp sword.

Stabbed my eyes.

Cut my lacrimal gland

therefore

Meaningless tears

Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poetry (IV) In March, everything revived and the spring was full.

March, the most desirable day.

People will never forget to sweep graves and never forget revolutionary martyrs.

See the deeds of martyrs, learn the spirit of martyrs, and embark on a 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 passionate, an exciting,

An idea, a question.

When I was in kindergarten,

I learned about Luo Shiwen and Che Yaoxian from my parents and teachers.

* * * The producer is indomitable in the face of the enemy's butcher's knife.

Deeply rooted in my young mind.

I knew him in primary school? Radish head? ,

He is as old as us,

What I did was so heroic.

I also read about revolutionary ancestors in books.

For the happiness of the people, the liberation of the nation and the future of the motherland,

Wave upon wave, heroic struggle, epic.

Today, I am here? Radish head? Before the sculpture,

I can still feel his heroism when he was young,

What is he thinking calmly?

Does he feel childish?

I watched it again and again? Eight opinions in prison? ,

It seems to see the bright red blood of the martyrs.

At the expense of personal interests and life,

Can we be like martyrs without regrets?

Now, in the process of modernization,

How do we realize the martyr's legacy?

In the face of martyrs, I think,

As an ordinary party member,

We should raise the banner of national rejuvenation!

Comfort the martyrs,

We are experiencing new feats!

It is difficult to create hurricanes and rain.

Write a new song on the road to reform!

We use our lives,

Write a wonderful life like a martyr,

The strength of the motherland depends on ourselves!

Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem (5) opens the history of China people's tourism,

How many heroes died calmly and heroically;

Into the green martyrs cemetery of pines and cypresses,

How many martyrs' spirits are buried here.

In order to avoid the pain of the next generation,

The greatness of life, the glory of death

You can take my life, but you can never crush my faith; I am willing to give up my life instead of changing my faith.

Kill Xia, and later generations.