Poetry recitation in honor of the martyrs of the revolution

The coat of the dawn was cut open and the red leaves burned on the mountains from October to March until the people filled the rice paddies with joy. You are still standing at the entrance of the village and looking out peacefully

The bullet holes on the city wall are the passages of freedom where the faith of the children and grandchildren walks. Raindrops are the soul of the heroes kissed this prosperous earth at the foot of the yellow soil of the casebook is sandwiched between the negatives of history do you see ever long march road through the preamble is fluttering in the way of happiness

Part II: Red Army Martyrs Memorial Tower

Author: Poetry

The Red Army Martyrs Memorial Tower, the revolution bloomed in remembrance of the flowers. The former generation of the year to fight to kill, Ruijin children blood spilled. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night. Breaking the siege of the Long March, 25,000 Yan'an. The old man told the traditional words, inspired the descendants to take a big step forward.