Are there any high-pitched poems?

Young chinese takes boundless night as ink and scarred land as paper. Who was after the opium war? The two words written down-China, make people feel hazy and tired, and make people feel sad and indignant. The emaciated China in the history books of the late Qing Dynasty and the weak China kneeling in treaty of nanking, on that day, countless young people took to the streets, facing dripping blood and a bleak life. Their shouts, like a burst of thunder, shocked the silent land. They spread like a flame on a winding road and bloom into beautiful flowers in May. From then on, they joined the proletarians, and they resolutely chose to smash the darkness with a hammer and harvest the light with a sickle. They walk on the road, they leap over Xiongguan, they gallop on the battlefield, they kill the enemy heroically, they want to write a brand-new China with the barrel of a gun as a pen, and they want to paint a youthful China with blood. Today, many years later, when my eyes crossed the peak of history, I could still feel their breath and I saw them again. I saw the sweaty faces of groups of young people, and I heard their loud songs echoing in the barren land. They wrote a poem of love in the long years with their regretless youth. Yes, years are long and life is long. This is a passionate poem. This is a landscape full of flowers. This is a magnificent symphony. This is a monument to ambition, China. I will write a poem for you in the golden language of the sun, and draw a picture for you with the color of spring flowers and the light of the five-star red flag. Today, a capital China makes people read clearly and fluently. Today, a soaring China makes people read vividly and proudly. This is the hopeful China rising in the east of the world. This is the brilliant China under the leadership of China's * * * production party. This is our youth China! This is Lei's "Grass Singing Attached: Grass Singing" in our youth, saying: Forget her! I buried my sin with dust! Rain said: forget her! I have washed away my shame with tears! Yes, how many years have passed? Who remembers that this is the execution ground? The footsteps of pedestrians come and go. Who will remember that their feet stepped on the hearts of a daughter, a mother and a soldier dedicated to light? Only the grass will never forget. Because the deep red blood has penetrated into the soil; Because the deep red blood has released a fragrance in the flowers! Only the grass is singing. Singing so bleak on a starry night; Singing so tragically in the hot noon sun! Like the tide breaking the burnt stone, like the river breaking the bank ... Second, the dark night needs light, but the evil wind blows out the starlight; What needs to be shouted is the wilderness, but the mouth of truth is sealed! Dawn. A gunshot, in the far east of the motherland, splashed a red glow! Ah, the old mother, who has worked hard for more than 40 years, was cruelly thrown on the ground; Oh, young children, at such a young age, have carved a lifelong wound in their hearts! I hate sleeping like that, like drinking the devil's ecstasy soup and letting the chariot run over my dead heart! I am a soldier, but I can't stand up. Huang Like Ji Guang, I built an iron wall with my chest! And let this evil bullet penetrate the hope of the motherland and hit the chest of the people! I'm ashamed of myself. I was born in party member, but I am not as good as grass. I let her blood flow into the blood vessels, and I sang day and night ... Third, although I am not facing the bearded company commander of Gou Zijun, she is as strong as Liu Hulan; Although she is not in the devil's den in the scum hole, she is as miserable as Jiang Zhujun! This is the hero who grew up in the special soil of socialist China in 1970s-Zoya! She is the night pearl, which radiates brilliant light in the dark; Death can't destroy her, she is the sun, leaving the horizon, but shining in the sky! We have a population of 800 million, and we have 30 million party member, a seven-foot man as big as a pine forest. However, when the storm hit, it was her who rushed to the front, shouldering the tender shoulders and the pillars of the national building! I am content to pay the membership fee to the team leader on time at the beginning of the month; I am content to report my thoughts at the group meeting on Party Day! I have been distressed, I have been disappointed, I have been frightened by tyranny, and I have lost my way in the storm! Like a wisp of grass, you are singing proudly. Thank you for whipping my heart and awakening me. Sleepy days are sadder than death, and foolish days are dirtier than pigs! Four, that's it-dawn. With a gunshot, she fell down on the land of her motherland, where she was born and raised. Her piano, right? What about the piano that played her joy and love? Can this be compared to the swan song? Where is her pen? What about the pen for writing prose and poetry? Soldiers, you can't live without swords and guns! I dare say: she doesn't want to die! She has a mother: she can't stand this sadness when she is dying! She has children: the bud has just bloomed, how can it fall with frost! She is a soldier, the enemy is so rampant, how can she close her eyes! I dare say: she didn't expect to die. Is there no constitution? Democracy is clearly guaranteed; There's party constitution, isn't there? You should think twice about party member. Just like a stream flowing out of a mountain stream, just like a seed drilled from the ground, it should be like this if you find the truth and stick to it! However, she was shot and fell beside her mother who gave birth to her and raised her ... How did the law become so pale and as white as waste paper? Justice, how to become so weak, weak to nowhere! Only the grass became strong, holding her body, holding her gunshot wound, inserting white and red flowers on her chest, singing for her day and night, in the wind and rain … 5 These people are stupid and crazy! They believe that repression will make the throne safe; They think killing can put out resistance! Don't you know that the blood of martyrs is fire? If it is inserted, it can ignite the flame of the field! I dare say: if justice is not done, the red sun will never rise in the east again! I dare say that if the crime is not settled, the earth will have no weight! Cruel, doomed to perish, doomed to end the gang of four! Look, who's coming from the grass? Short black hair, covered with blush; Big eyes, as bright as stars; Sweet smile, whoever sees it will always be printed in my heart! Mom, your daughter is back. She is water, and a steel knife can't hurt her. Oh, my child, your mother is back. She is the light, but the darkness is hard to hide! Death does not belong to her, people will regard her as an example for generations to come! Go hug her, she is the daughter of the earth, and the sun gives her light; The hill gripped her tightly; Flowers and plants gave her fragrance! With her, I will see hope and strength ... love life, and I will not think about whether I can succeed. Since I have chosen a distant place, I only care about bitterness and difficulty. I don't think about whether I can win love. Since you love roses, tell your heart bravely. I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me. Since the goal is the horizon, I can only leave the world a shadow. I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy. As long as I love everything in my life, I expect that in a sunny season, a fiery southerly wind and the flowing fire in June will cluster together, burning all my shade and polishing the long dark and desolate years. I'm not blind anymore. In a sunny season, I hold your brilliant flight and clear sky, and the frustrated palette breeds many romantic and color extensions with your vision. I will walk on the uninhabited streets forever, for tomorrow, in a cold and dead day. In fact, the bitter tears in the cold wind are all for being with the birds in spring tomorrow. Return to the sky, listen to the music of the years on the beautiful Yuan Ye, die quietly in confusion, be buried under the decaying grave, fly freely in the bright sunshine, and face the first light of the new world tomorrow, it will be dark.