Poems praising revolutionary martyrs

1, "Revolutionary martyrs are immortal"

Ancient bluestone; The martyr was buried in the forest.

Eighteen officers; Loyal bones buried elsewhere.

A white-haired girl in a hut; I think about it every day.

Warn us; Don't forget them.

2. "That sparkling autumn color"

-I dedicate this poem to the revolutionary martyr Qiu Jin.

You walked out of the boudoir.

Not afraid of irony, not afraid of risk.

Resolutely set foot on a ship heading east for Japan.

On the other side of the ocean, there are thousands of waters in Qian Shan.

Still can't change your belief in the revolution. ...

You walked out of the family.

Reluctant to children, reluctant to parents.

Resolutely take the revolutionary road.

In the face of the ethnic groups that were hard to return at that time.

You're raising your arms and yelling.

You're waving a flag and shouting

A free tomorrow ...

You came out of the revolution.

Brave and ambitious

And revolutionaries.

Boil wine and talk about swords, and write magnificent poems about leather. ...

Since then, history has been in the sky.

With that kind of touch.

Shiny autumn colors

Never grow old.

3. Man Jianghong reread The Poem Copy of Revolutionary Martyrs.

Rereading strange prose, stopping eyes, covered with blood.

On the case, jing xing is rare and has many heroes.

The ambition often rises with the clouds and waves, and the male body competes for mountains and rivers.

Kyushu is as good as iron.

Awesome, often depressed, what's in your heart, who can say.

I hate the rest of my life being too late.

Covered and shed tears, the smell of embarrassment made Huang Liang feel more.

On this day, I was thinking about heroes in the hustle and bustle.

4. "Dedicated to the Martyrs"

Open dawn's coat

Burning red leaves all over the mountain

Burn from October to March

Until the villagers filled the rice fields with joy.

You still stand at the entrance of the village and look out.

Shuttle through bullet holes in the city wall

That's the passage of freedom

The belief of walking children and grandchildren

bone-chilling winds

Blow the horn of spring

The tall stone tablet is a mailbox for mailing happiness.

Use children's nursery rhymes

Flowers surrounded by crowds.

Reflect the appearance of a hero

The blades of combat knives grow on ancient poplars.

That's a hero's scar

Bloody ribbons are wrapped around bright stars.

That's your shining medal

Stick my hometown in my chest.

An old man in the alley is holding a yellow photo.

As the years passed

She climbed the clouds with ivy watered by stories.

Shu Zhan became a smile.

Crystal raindrops are the soul of heroes.

Kiss the bustling world

The title page of Loess at the Foot has the opposite of history.

Did you get a look at him?

Once the Long March Road passed through the preface.

Fly on the road to happiness

5. Red Army Martyrs Memorial Tower

Red Army Martyrs Memorial Tower,

Revolution blooms in the flower of memory.

When the predecessors worked hard,

Ruijin's children shed blood and died.

Thousands of heroic horses straddle,

The flag of establishing political power has been hung.

Break the long March of encirclement and suppression,

25 thousand Yan' an za

The old man speaks traditional words,

Inspire future generations to make great strides.

6. Martyrs

The blood is still flowing.

Say the ferocity of gangsters

The blood is still flowing.

Said he was brave.

But he fell.

Be timid in the face of gangsters

Hands will tremble and sense of justice will disappear.

And some people don't.

He won't.

But he fell.

But he fell.

Sound the alarm.

Our hero was buried in the ground.

7. reverie in front of the martyrs' tomb

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I stood in front of the martyr's tomb,

History repeats itself before my eyes.

Looking up at the solemn tombstone,

I vaguely saw the tragic scene;

Through the quiet grave,

I seem to have heard the last words of a martyr.

The enemy's face is so ferocious,

The enemy's instruments of torture are so cruel;

You came back from the dead,

But face it with a contemptuous sneer.

The enemy's artillery fire was so fierce,

The enemy's bayonet is fierce;

You took your own life with the first bullet,

Before he died, he still had angry eyes.

How young you were then,

There may be elderly parents, brothers and sisters at home,

Have a virtuous wife and a lovely baby;

Perhaps, some people have not enjoyed the gentleness of the opposite sex.

In fact, you can totally survive,

Just sign one word on the enemy's paper,

Just raise your hand in front of the position;

However, you don't want to live like this.

"Long live the great China * * * production party!"

This is your final announcement to the world;

You left with regrets,

Entrust lofty ideals to the younger generation.