Selected poems to celebrate August 1st and praise soldiers
Like the rising sun spurting blood, you write glory with your lives.
I never express my feelings lightly, but express my dazzling strength with broadness.
A journey of iron and blood, a man of great ambition, whose righteousness and courage built the towering Great Wall to protect the motherland and bring peace to it.
No matter in the days of war or the years of peace, it is you who allow all brothers and sisters to live peacefully. With you, our lives are without fear.
I always want to weave a garland with my hands and wear it on those brave warriors, expressing my admiration for you with the most sincere heart.
I always want to make a cup of mellow tea and hand it to the soldier standing guard, so that this warmth can resist the cold wind and snow at night. I always want to sing a song, with all the true feelings from the bottom of my heart, to praise the majesty of the soldiers and to express the deep longing of my brothers, sisters, fathers and fellow villagers for you.
The night is still...
2. Every time I walk into the "August 1st"
The author Liu Guangyao
Every time I walk into the "August 1st" "August 1",
Those of us who have served in the military,
are always so excited and uplifting,
Because this is a military holiday,
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This is an unforgettable day.
None of us will forget,
In those fiery years,
Our wonderful years,
That The boiling blood,
The spirit of a Chinese man,
is unrestrained in the green square array.
In the intense combat readiness training,
The joyful military camp world,
The sincere possessive friendship,
Scene after scene, one after another. Quququ,
History is recorded and praised for us.
When the familiar sound of gongs and drums sounded again in the military camp,
With tears in our eyes,
Waving our arms,
Explanation A bid farewell to the military.
Hometown is so amiable,
but also so strange,
Faced with all this,
We are Become a recruit again.
In the face of difficulties and twists and turns,
We always keep in mind,
We have been soldiers,
We are not afraid of death anymore
What are you afraid of?
Soldiers must dare to challenge everything.
"August 1st" has arrived,
I have many words in my heart,
I want to say to my comrades,
Thousands of words condensed into In a word,
No matter where you go,
No matter when the time comes,
Don’t forget the military flag,
Don’t throw it away Out of character! ! !
3.
Mom!
That must be you,
I heard,
The handmade embroidered cloth shoes,
The sound of stepping on the ground, < /p>
I have been listening to it since I was a baby.
I have always heard that I was wearing a green military uniform.
When I woke up from my sleep in the military camp,
It seemed as if your gentle footsteps came to my bed,
preparing to cover me naked
When I feel thirsty in the cat ear hole,
I close my eyes,
I seem to hear your gentle footsteps again Come to me,
Ready to bring me a bowl of sweet glutinous rice balls.
Mom, 20 years ago,
When I was knocked down on the front line by the enemy’s sinful bullets,
How I thought: you closed my eyes with your own hands ,
Use your gentle hands,
Touch my cheek again,
Let me be in the dark,
Again Touch the rough calluses on your hands.
Mom, how much I want to prove to you,
I, as a soldier,
have not embarrassed you.
Mom, for the past 20 years,
my loyal brothers and I have stood silently on the front line of the past.
Mom, how much I want to tell you,
When I fell,
My spear pointed at the enemy position. over there.
My former brothers and sisters have been here,
They brought us laughter,
They poured out their hearts to us,
They shed tears in front of this tomb,
Flowers, fine wine, mellow smoke,
And the red faces of their descendants.
However, without my mother’s irreplaceable touch,
the loneliness in my heart can never be relieved.
Mom, 20 years,
You have come so far, so far,
Mom, 20 years,
I know you It's so hard, so hard,
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.
It’s a pity that I can’t fulfill my filial piety for you.
I can only watch. You are speechless.
Mom,
Your crying is so bitter,
I understand that you think you came too late.
Mom,
You slapped me on the head so helplessly,
I understand you are asking why it takes 20 years.
Mom,
For thousands of other mothers,
Both you and I have made sacrifices without regrets.
Mom,
Behind you,
It is the hustle and bustle of rapid development,
It is the golden night of feasting and feasting,
It is a luxury that towers into the clouds,
But what do you feel, mother?
I don’t ask for any extra care.
Being called “martyr” is enough.
I just ask for the next Qingming Festival.
< p>My mother,can come and touch my tombstone again,
Because my mother,
does not have many 20 years left.
The Wind and the Moon