When to drink Huanglongfu and build a stormy building in China. The righteous poem is full of snow, why is the revolution afraid of beheading? Keep your son's arrogance and avenge the king of Chu three years later! The last poem can be broken, the limbs can be folded, and the revolutionary spirit cannot be destroyed.
The head of a strong man is a party collapse, but the body of a brave man is a group crack. It doesn't matter if you cut a poem, as long as it's true.
Kill Xia and others. Goldfish can be free, but people are prisoners.
Nursery rhymes are dark, and the government is brightly lit. People's pots are facing the sky, and officials eat soup.
2. Modern Poetry: We can't forget the poetry recitation of the martyrs in Qingming Festival. We won't forget that today's beautiful life stems from your dedication of blood and sweat yesterday. Without your bloody struggle, we wouldn't have today.
Rest in peace, hero. With the deepest reverence, we walked into the martyrs cemetery.
Listen to the bloody inscription and live in our hearts forever! Qingming is coming, and we come to the Martyrs Monument. This is a holy pure land, where the spirits of martyrs are placed. Martyrs are immortal, and monuments remain forever.
The east wind blows, the pine branches swing, and the young pioneers come to sweep the grave. Staring at the tomb of the martyrs, the heroic spirit of the martyrs is still there.
Revolutionary heirloom, handed down from generation to generation. Thirteen-year-old Wang Erxiao led the enemy into an ambush for the rear organs and thousands of villagers.
His blood dyed the mountains red and his blood dyed the blue sky red. He is an example for us to learn from. During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and white flowers pay homage to their loved ones.
Remembering the heroic deeds of the martyrs, the heroes burst into tears. The martyrs' achievements shine for thousands of years, and the torch of stars is passed down from generation to generation.
Being born as a descendant of the Chinese people is extremely proud, but being born as a descendant of the dragon is not glorious. We are the founders and successors of the new century.
Since childhood, I have set my ambition to serve the country, be a good builder and successor, and write a new chapter in China. 3. Couplet: Tomb-Sweeping Day Couplet: The spring breeze blows again; Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Spring club when swallows come; Pear blossoms go backwards. Time flies in March; Both apricot flowers know the news at two o'clock.
Meet immediately after the peach rain; I like to see the apricot flowers in front of the tree. The breeze and bright moon are priceless; Get the moon first by being close to the water.
Sophora japonica hot spring replacement; Apricot blossoms eliminate rain and spread knowledge. Seeing things and thinking about relatives often dreams; The precepts are still in my ears.
Beautiful scenery, beautiful scenery; There are few stars in the moon and many sacrifices. Sacrifice the grave to worship the ancestors every year; There is still the wind of old people everywhere.
Fire ban early this year; Who is Hua Fei Town busy for? Cold food and rain spread 150 days; Hua Xinfeng is about to usher in the spring of 24 years old.
Spring breeze has solved thousands of snows; The younger generation will never forget the martyrs. There is endless water in the chest, and the sunset will hate it forever; Spring breeze and sunset make many people worry about falling flowers and death.
2. Poems about Remembering the Martyrs I present relevant poems to you from two aspects: ancient poems and modern poems. Please refer to them!
1: ancient poetry
Don't be sad at the end of the world, you have to pay the price. When to drink Huanglongfu and build a stormy building in China.
Yishi
The sky is full of snow and sadness,
Why should the revolution be afraid of beheading?
Make your son proud,
Revenge for the king of Chu for three years!
Unique poem
The head can be broken, the limbs can be folded,
The revolutionary spirit is immortal.
A strong man's head fell for the party,
Heroes' bodies are grouped.
Yishi
It doesn't matter if you behead,
As long as the doctrine is true.
Kill Xia,
And the afterlife.
goldfish
Fish can be free,
Man is a prisoner.
Folk songs (for children)
People's homes are dark and dense,
The official family is brightly lit.
The pot is in the air,
Officials eat soup medicine.
2. Modern poetry:
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poetry recitation in memory of martyrs.
We can't forget, and we won't forget, today's beautiful life,
From your hard work and dedication yesterday.
Without your bloody struggle, we wouldn't have today.
Rest in peace, hero.
With the deepest reverence, we walked into the martyrs cemetery.
Listen to the bloody inscription and live in our hearts forever!
Qingming Festival is approaching, and we come to the Martyrs Monument.
This is a holy pure land, where the heroic spirit of the martyrs is placed.
Martyrs are immortal, and monuments remain forever.
The east wind blows, the pine branches swing, and the young pioneers come to sweep the grave.
Staring at the tomb of the martyrs, the heroic spirit of the martyrs is still there.
Revolutionary heirloom, handed down from generation to generation.
For the organs in the rear, for the thousands of villagers in Qian Qian,
Thirteen-year-old Wang Erxiao led the enemy into an ambush.
His blood dyed the mountains red, his blood dyed the blue sky red,
He is an example for us to learn from.
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and white flowers pay homage to their loved ones.
Remembering the heroic deeds of the martyrs, the heroes burst into tears.
The martyrs' achievements shine for thousands of years, and the torch of stars is passed down from generation to generation.
Being born as a descendant of the Chinese people is extremely proud, but being born as a descendant of the dragon is not glorious.
We are the founders and successors of the new century.
Since childhood, I have set my ambition to serve the country, be a good builder and successor, and write a new chapter in China.
3. Couplets:
Tomb-Sweeping Day couplets:
Spring breeze blows the ground again; Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Spring club when swallows come; Pear blossoms go backwards.
Time flies in March; Both apricot flowers know the news at two o'clock.
Meet immediately after the peach rain; I like to see the apricot flowers in front of the tree.
The breeze and bright moon are priceless; Get the moon first by being close to the water.
Sophora japonica hot spring replacement; Apricot blossoms eliminate rain and spread knowledge.
Seeing things and thinking about relatives often dreams; The precepts are still in my ears.
Beautiful scenery, beautiful scenery; There are few stars in the moon and many sacrifices.
Sacrifice the grave to worship the ancestors every year; There is still the wind of old people everywhere.
Fire ban early this year; Who is Hua Fei Town busy for?
Cold food and rain spread 150 days; Hua Xinfeng is about to usher in the spring of 24 years old.
Spring breeze has solved thousands of snows; The younger generation will never forget the martyrs.
There is endless water in the chest, and the sunset will hate it forever;
Spring breeze and sunset make people miss the withered flowers.
3. What are the poems commemorating the revolutionary martyrs? 1. "Linzi Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Tower" Martyrs are loyal to the sky, and white clouds caress calmly.
God bowed his head and invited guests and asked the whole people for a cup of green tea. 2, "Linzi Revolutionary History Memorial Hall" Yuhuan expresses the soul.
Martyrs are famous for their high walls. The iron fist shattered the old world.
The piano bone holds Huang Helong up. 3. The martyr's tomb contains the spirit of pine and cypress.
The shade of the tree sets off a loyal soul. Sacrifice your family and respect others.
Encourage young people to serve their country. No one knows the name of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
Home is hard to find. Sleeping here often makes me feel less lonely.
Pay homage to all relatives at the tomb. 5. "Gan Yunqing" was strong and strong for twenty-eight years.
Fight for the first two modes. Cutting off your arm is still unyielding.
Heroes are more proud than Hulan.
4. What are the poems about remembering the martyrs? 1. The head can be broken, the limbs can be broken, and the revolutionary spirit cannot be extinguished. The head of a strong man is a party collapse, but the body of a brave man is a group crack. -from Zhou Wenyong's "the last poem"
2. I lost my pride, and Yang Jun lost her willow, which soared into the sky. Asked what WU GANG had, WU GANG held out osmanthus wine. Lonely Chang 'e has wide sleeves, and Wan Li dances for the loyal soul. Suddenly came the news that the world had been dormant, and tears flew down and poured down. -The nearest from Mao Zedong? Answer Li Shuyi. "
3. Du Yusheng, wake up from crying and be clear. Go hunting in the cemetery with banners and elegies. 19 1 1 in the spring of 2008, Gonghechong Suzaku, Chixian County, Thunder. I remember that smoke filled the five Yangcheng, and it was about blood. -Excerpted from "Man Jiang Hong _ Interview with the Tomb of the Seventy-two Martyrs in Huanghuagang, Guangzhou"
4. awesome, often depressed, things in the chest, 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. -Rereading "Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs" from "Man Jiang Hong"
5. The artery crosses the Yellow River and is injected into the Yangtze River by vein. The blood vessels of Huaxia River are flowing, nourishing my heart, liver and intestines. Fire sees real gold, and revolution has experienced wind and rain. Patriotic poems spread in one vein, and the red flag spectrum is full of blood. -From the Operator? Reflections on reading the poems of revolutionary martyrs
5. Poems in memory of heroic martyrs Poems in memory of revolutionary martyrs (1) The rain is surging, and our tears are pouring out of our hearts.
Martyrs, today we are gathered to pay tribute to you! Song for you. We are like little pine trees beside the monument.
Always guarding by your side, we are like flowers in the cemetery, sending you greetings and fragrance. Qingming rain is a little note, writing a heroic chapter.
Poems in memory of revolutionary martyrs (II) I think that in those days, anti-Japanese bonfires burned all over the earth, and in those days in blood shed, how many soldiers fought bravely in the storm. For the splendid rivers and mountains in China, they face the enemy's butcher's knife and smile for tomorrow; Eight years of anti-Japanese war won a heroic victory.
At that time, the horn of the war of liberation resounded throughout the world; How many heroes are invincible in the rain of bullets? For the liberation of Chinese sons and daughters, they held high the torch to break through the darkness, and hundreds of millions of people lit a spark in their hearts. Poems in memory of revolutionary martyrs (3) In the snowy forest, there is a thatched cottage where General Yang Jingyu lived; On the edge of the rolling Ganjiang River, there is a hill where Comrade Fang Zhimin fought.
That thirteen-year-old Wang Erxiao! Trapped the enemy in an ambush, but his blood dyed a mountain red. 15-year-old Liu Hulan swaggered towards the enemy's hay cutter, and his reputation was passed down from generation to generation.
Poems commemorating revolutionary martyrs (4) Turn over the history of China People's Brigade, and how many heroes died bravely; Walking into the green martyrs cemetery of pine and cypress, there are many martyrs' spirits buried here. In order to avoid the suffering of the next generation, life is great and death is glorious! It doesn't matter if you behead, as long as the doctrine is true.
Kill Xia, and later generations. Poetry in memory of revolutionary martyrs (5) Whenever we recite these just songs, our hearts are full of blood, and the red scarf on our chest reflects the sunshine, just like the loyalty and strength of the martyrs. White flowers bring wishes and white flowers bring greetings, which embodies the admiration of every young pioneer and weaves the vows of every little friend.
Poems in memory of revolutionary martyrs (6) Don't worry, dear martyrs, we will realize your wishes. We have a heart of gold and a feeling of fire. Let us hold our arms high and solemnly swear to you: learn to be a man, learn to seek knowledge, learn to keep fit, learn to appreciate beauty, learn to work, learn to create and learn to survive.
Poems in memory of revolutionary martyrs (7) Poems in memory of martyrs in Qingming Festival In March, everything recovered and spring was full. March, the most desirable day.
People will never forget to pay homage to the tomb of the martyrs, remember the revolutionary martyrs, watch the deeds of martyrs, learn the spirit of martyrs and embark on the 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 passion, an excitement, a thought, a question.
When I was in kindergarten, I learned the deeds of Luo Shiwen and Che Yaoxian from my parents and teachers. * * * People are indomitable in front of the enemy's butcher's knife, which is deeply rooted in my young mind. When I was in primary school, I met "radish head". He is as old as us, and his deeds are very heroic.
I also read from books that the revolutionary ancestors fought bravely for the happiness of the people, the liberation of the nation and the future of the motherland. Today, in front of the sculpture of "Little Radish Head", I still think he is heroic. What is he thinking calmly? Does he feel childish? I repeatedly read "Eight Opinions in Prison", as if I saw the bright red blood of the martyrs.
When sacrificing personal interests and lives, can we be as regretless as martyrs? How to realize the martyr's legacy in the process of modernization? Facing the martyrs, I think as an ordinary party member, we should raise the banner of national rejuvenation! Comfort the martyrs, we are experiencing new feats! I have worked hard regardless of the wind and rain, and I have written new songs on the road of reform! We write a wonderful life with our lives like martyrs, and the strength of our motherland depends on ourselves! Poems in memory of revolutionary martyrs (8) Looking back a hundred years, the old China was bullied by foreign powers, its sovereignty was lost, mountains and rivers were broken, and countless lives were lost. Faced with the greatest humiliation and danger of the Chinese nation, many people with lofty ideals lamented generously and fought bloody battles at the forefront of the revolution.
It is they who let China resolutely walk out of the sick man of East Asia, who rewrote the tragic history of the Chinese nation for a hundred years, who shed their heads and blood in the magnificent drums and won the brilliant victory of the Chinese nation. The beautiful reality is the realm that revolutionary martyrs expect and struggle for.
The revolution of blood and fire and the construction in full swing today complement each other and blend into one. The spring scenery of the earth incorporates the blood and life of countless martyrs.
Didn't someone say that if you give him a fulcrum, he can move the earth? Then, our great revolutionary martyrs can play an omnipotent hymn of life with the spirit of patriotism and dedication, with the sun and the moon as drums and the Milky Way as strings! We will never forget, never forget, that the Chinese nation, which has experienced countless crazy massacres and profound disasters, has a high head, a strong backbone, a pair of thick shoulders in the Himalayas, and a body full of blood vessels in the Yellow River and the Yangtze River. Yesterday, we used to lift the 5,000-year-old civilization and the Great Wall and the Forbidden City. Today, we are bound to use1300 million double arms to hold up tomorrow's sun, and rockets, satellites and artificial spacecraft will lead to every corner of the moon, Venus and Mars universe ... Poems commemorating revolutionary martyrs (9) Imagine, let your eyes cross a billion walls this autumn night and fight against the Great Wall and the Yellow River. After five thousand years of hard work, your unyielding shadow has solidified into the peak of the East. In this quiet autumn night, I already feel that you are hugging me with blessings, letting me know that maternal love will be as eternal as the flowers that bloom in May every year. My young river of life is ancient, and time is a poetic soul. Stand up and think silently for generations. The ancestors woke up the sleeping soil as scheduled. They exposed the back of bronze to the sky and planted seeds on the Great Wall. The Forbidden City often reads your frank yellow land, the long Yellow River, the long Silk Road and the magical Dunhuang murals during the five thousand years of falling snow, rain and snow.
6. Beautiful Poems in Memory of Revolutionary Martyrs What are the poems in memory of revolutionary martyrs? There are the following lines: "To express my feelings by the river" Zhao Yiman (in modern times) vowed to cross the river all over the world for his country, not for his home.
Are all men good? Why are women so bad? I will be loyal to my motherland and have a boiling passion. Baishan Blackwater can wipe out the enemy and smile at the red flag.
"Yi Shi" Ji Hongchang (in modern times) hated not resisting Japan's death, and today he is shameless. The country is still so broken, why should I cherish this head Zhou Enlai (Modern Times) made a 180 degree turn to the east with a great river song to help the poor.
Ten years of broken walls, it is difficult to reward the sea and be a hero. "Walking with Chains" Liu Bojian (Modern Times) walked in the long street with chains, stumbling and stumbling, and the city people competed for eyeballs, and I was not ashamed.
Walking in the street with chains, the city people were shocked by the sound of chains, and my heart was at peace. Walking in chains on the long street, the more ambitious you are and the more you fight as a prisoner, the workers and peasants will be liberated.
"A Poem" During the period of Ang Lee (Song Dynasty), the enemy could only cut off our heads and never shake our faith! Because the doctrine we believe in is the truth of the universe! We are very willing to sacrifice for communism and shed blood for the Soviet Union.
7. Poems about the memory of heroes and heroes 1. "Express my feelings by the river" swears to be the country, not the home, and cross the river all over the world.
Are all men good? Why are women so bad? I will be loyal to my motherland and have a boiling passion. Baishan Blackwater can wipe out the enemy and smile at the red flag.
Second, the "righteous poem" is full of snow and sorrow. Why should the revolution be afraid of decapitation? Keep your son's arrogance and avenge the king of Chu three years later! Third, the "Poetry of Righteousness" hates not resisting Japanese death, leaving it as a shame today.
The country is still so broken, why should I cherish this head Fourth, "Dajiang Song" turned east, and Dajiang Song turned east. Ten years of broken walls, it is difficult to reward the sea and be a hero.
Five, "The Recent Flowers Answer Li Shuyi" I lost my pride, Yang Jun lost the willow, and the willow was light and straight. Asked what WU GANG had, WU GANG held out osmanthus wine.
Lonely Chang 'e has wide sleeves, and Wan Li dances for the loyal soul. Suddenly came the news that the world had been dormant, and tears flew down and poured down.
8. Poems in memory of revolutionary martyrs: 1, seven laws, in memory of the heroine of the Anti-Japanese War
Born in troubled times and crossing the wind and frost, Tiema Glacier saves the nation.
Jade holds a slender handle, knowing my heart and my flag.
Wan Li's lofty sentiments drive away the enemy, and his merits will last forever.
The mountains and rivers break the national humiliation, and the historical towel is fragrant.
2. Plug
The military song should be sung with a big knife and swear to destroy the Japanese slaves.
Only the battlefields where countries die, why do they die in boots?
3. Inooka Satoshi
Woong San regime, red flags everywhere, a single spark, burning all over China.
A bamboo pole carries the world, and a seven-foot shuttle is inlaid with fighting power and hatred.
The iron axe sickle version opens history, and the dangerous peaks and mountains write the spring and autumn.
Jinggang rose up and turned to Kun, and the reputation of the world will remain forever.
4. The feeling of Taihang spring
Looking at the sunny days in Chunguang Town,
Taihang is lofty and dense.
Loyal to the liver, no tears,
Adhere to the Northern Expedition.
A hundred battles and new divisions scare thieves,
Three years of hard work and sacrifice.
Zhao was never a hero,
Completely expel Japanese children.
9. Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poem in Memory of Martyrs: Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poem Tomb-Sweeping Day; Li Jianxun of the Tang Dynasty took the wine to find incense; I closed the door alone and slept soundly.
Only Huayang seems to be looking for each other. Because of the wind, she went back to bed. Qingming night at the Lake Temple, I paid tribute to Li Qunyu in the Tang Dynasty, and I was worried about flowers, which made me sad.
Wild clouds will cross the rain to the moon, and sand birds will fly to the sky with voices. For a long time, I left my siblings in a hungry and cold place and thought of reunion every season.
Cold wine will arrive next year, and where Pingpeng is still undecided. After Tomb-Sweeping Day, I went to the city to see the scenery of Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty, in front of Yunshan.
Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells. There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows to the sky.
Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, Jiang Huaiyou, Yin, Jun and Tian Su will all be there, so I have to prepare for the handover.
For two years, I have been isolated from the grave and have been sad all day. Seagulls seem to be able to keep up with physics, while apricot flowers are suspicious and accompanied by people's worries.
Widows and young children should eat cold food and look at Jiangling with tears. Qingming is the most important. In Tang Meng's The Emperor, people's hearts are worried when they emphasize Qingming.
The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush. Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.
Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking. The sun Yin Chang, in the late spring Qingming in the Qingming Tang Dynasty, overlooks the hills in the north.
Flirting opens a new flame with a fire, and tung flowers make old branches. Shen Ming was ashamed of the past and kept the banquet secret from his friends.
Not as good as a bird in the forest, moving Joe and feathers. On Qingming Day, I remembered that my brother Tang Wei Wu Ying's cold food recipe was morbid, and I was relieved.
Finally, I miss the county seat, and fireworks filled Qingchuan. Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried.
I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year. Fleas in Qingming Village of Chang 'an hurt spring dreams in rainy days, but the grass is more sandy.
At the beginning, the official gave me a clear fire, and I was given a free share of the money. The purple stranger is screaming and screaming, and the green poplar is drawing a swing.
Tourists think of the peace incident and feel glad that the scenery is as good as before. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival In the Qing E Tu Fan written in the Tang Dynasty, the spring tree is Yu Jinhong.
If you make a mistake, you will wear a weak willow wind. Horses are arrogant and avoid slogans, and chickens open their cages at the sight of them.
Who made this play? The oriole is separated from the Forbidden City. Banquet with Jinzhou Hulangzhong, Qingming Day, Yuxi Pavilion, a new fire in Zhangji County of Tang Dynasty, and a rainy day in Gaozhai.
Cherish flowers, invite guests to enjoy, persuade wine and promote singing. Get drunk before you rest, move before you rest, and get together at dusk.
Political leisure party banquet language, Qin Lou Ren Yaoqing. During the Qingming Festival, it rained one after another, from Xiwuqiao to Guayan Village, and it rained in Longmen after Zhangji in the late Tang Dynasty, and the wind came to your cave in spring.
Birds sing quietly, flowers fall and ruin. Yu Ming is ashamed of his generation. He is old.
The old tourist left and was disappointed with Luochengdong. Four years after the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, Zheng Zhun and Wu Shan Chuyi changed their appearance as soon as they saw the Qingming Festival.
Travel and hatred rose overnight, and glory grew with wine. There are no flowers climbing outside Yanxing Gate, and the quarrying river is covered by rain.
What is infinite homing? Ge Jia on the roadside is very crowded. In the Song Dynasty, there were many tomb fields in the southern and northern mountains of Gaozhu, which was different from that in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas. When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop. Qingming Song, Huang Tingjian Qing Tomb-Sweeping Day, Tao Lixiao, Noda wasteland only gave birth to sorrow.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.
Smart fools have known who it is for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of Artemisia. In The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, Wang Yu lived a life without flowers and wine, and his taste was as bleak as that of a wild monk.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.