1. Poems about remembering the martyrs

I offer you related poems from both ancient poetry and modern poetry, please refer to it!

1: Ancient Poetry

There is no sorrow in the end of the world, and all the hatred of separation will be wasted. Why should we drink heavily from the Huanglong Mansion and build the Shenzhou Wind and Rain Tower high?

Moral Poems

The sky is full of wind and snow and sorrow,

Why should the revolution be afraid of beheading?

Zixu’s heroic spirit is still there,

He will return to take revenge on the King of Chu in three years!

The last poem

The head can be cut off, the limbs can be broken,

The revolutionary spirit cannot be destroyed.

The head of a strong man is the leader of the party,

The body of a hero is the leader.

Moral poem

It doesn’t matter if you behead your head,

As long as the principle is true.

Kill Xia Minghan,

and the others who came after him.

Goldfish

Fish can be free,

People are prisoners.

Nursery Rhymes

The private houses are dark,

The official houses are all bright.

In private households the pots are turned up to the sky,

In official households they eat soup balls.

2: Modern poetry:

Recitation of poems in memory of the martyrs during the Qingming Festival

We cannot forget, we will not forget, today’s beautiful life,

< p> It stems from the dedication of your blood and sweat yesterday.

Without your bloody battle, we would not be where we are today.

Rest in peace, hero.

With the deepest respect, we walked into the Martyrs Cemetery.

Listen to the blood-stained inscription and it will live in our hearts forever!

Qingming Festival is coming, and we come to the Martyrs’ Monument.

This is a holy pure land where the heroes’ spirits of the martyrs are placed.

Martyrs will live forever and monuments will last forever.

The east wind blows, the pine branches sway, and the Young Pioneers come to visit the grave.

Gazing at the tombs of the martyrs, the majesty of the martyrs is still there.

Revolutionary heirlooms, passed down from generation to generation.

For the sake of the rear agencies and thousands of fellow villagers,

Thirteen-year-old Wang Erxiao led the enemy into an ambush.

His blood dyed the hills red, and his blood dyed the blue sky red.

He is an example for us to learn from.

Qingming rain falls one after another, and white flowers pay tribute to relatives.

In memory of the heroic deeds of the martyrs, tears filled our eyes to pay homage to the heroic souls.

The deeds of martyrs will be remembered for thousands of years, and the torch of stars will be passed down from generation to generation.

It is extremely proud to be born as a descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, and it is extremely glorious to be born as a descendant of the dragon.

We are the founders of the new century, and we are the successors of the new century.

Since childhood, I have made the ambition to serve the country, be a good builder and successor, and write a new chapter for China.

3: Couplet:

Qingming Festival Couplet:

The spring breeze blows again; I miss my family even more during the festival.

Swallows come at the Spring Society; pear blossoms lag behind at the Qingming Festival.

In March, the locust trees and the fire change; the second news is known by the apricot blossoms.

There will be a rain of peach blossoms as soon as we meet; I am delighted to see the apricot blossoms in front of the tree.

The cool breeze and bright moon are priceless; everything near the water and the distant mountains is sentimental.

The locust tree is replaced by the light of spring; the apricot blossom disappears from the rain.

I often dream when I see things and miss my relatives; my words are still in my mind.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful and the scenery is good; the moon and stars are few and far between.

The tombs of ancestors are visited every year; the tradition of elders is still present everywhere.

The fire ban falls early this year; who is busy in Feihua Town?

Cold food and rain come for a hundred and five days; flowers and trade winds come for twenty-four springs.

The spring breeze has lifted thousands of layers of snow; future generations will never forget the kindness of our ancestors.

I have a plan in my heart and I hate the endless flowing water and the setting sun for eternity;

The spring breeze sets the sun, and everyone thinks about the fallen flowers and the dying sun. 2. What are the poems about remembering the martyrs?

1. The head can be cut off, the limbs can be broken, but the revolutionary spirit cannot be extinguished. The head of a strong man is the party, and the body of a hero is the group. ——From Zhou Wenyong's "The Last Poems"

2. I lost my arrogance and Yang Jun lost his willow, and the willow flew up to the sky. Asked what Wu Gang owned, Wu Gang held out osmanthus wine. The lonely Chang'e spreads her sleeves and dances for her loyal soul in the sky. Suddenly it was reported that there had been a tiger crouching in the human world, and tears flew down like a downpour. ——From Mao Zedong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers? Reply to Li Shuyi"

3. Du Yu's voice wakes up the Qingming Festival. Go to the cemetery! Flags are flying, and dirges are chanted. The thunder in the spring of 1911 shocked Chi County, and the aura of passion and majesty rushed to Zhuque. I remember that smoke filled Wuyang City and there was a lot of blood. ——From "Manjianghong_Visiting the Tomb of the Seventy-two Martyrs in Huanghuagang, Guangzhou"

4. Awesome spirit, often depressed, and who has something in mind, who can tell. It’s too late to hate the rest of my life, and I have never been in the same category. Covering the paper with clear tears, hearing the bamboo slipper makes Huang Liang sleep. Bian Chen was noisy again today, thinking of heroes.

——From "Man Jiang Hong" re-reading "Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs" and poems

5. The artery runs through the Yellow River, and the vein runs through the Yangtze River. The rivers and rivers of China flow through my blood vessels and nourish my heart, liver and intestines. True gold emerges from fierce fire, and revolution survives storms. Patriotic poetry is passed down from generation to generation, and the red flag spectrum is fertile with blood. ——From "Bu Suanzi"? Thoughts after reading "Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs" 3. About the first poem to commemorate the heroes

Guo Moruo There are rich heroes in Sichuan, and the stone pillars still have traces of good jade.

Zhao Yiman is the song of today’s song all over the world, and the female pioneer will always be remembered by all people. Youth is exchanged for a strong country, and blue blood dyes the world red.

The northeast and southwest all raise their heads, and the Pearl River has been filled with the east wind for hundreds of millions of years. "Cold Food and Ambition Song" The crows and magpies are noisy in the dark trees. Who will cry when eating cold food during the Qingming Festival?

The wind blows paper money flying in the wilderness, and the ancient tombs are covered with green spring grass. Tangli flowers reflect the poplar trees, which is the place where life and death part.

There is a heavy spring that cannot be heard, and people go back in the rain. "On the Lidu Road on Qingming Day" by Fan Chengda It is raining with towels, and the wind is wearing a side hat.

The flowers are burning in the mountain scenery, and the willows are lying in the sound of the water. Stone horses stand on the road, paper kites sing in the air.

(Tufan) After the people have dispersed, the blackbird is in the west and east, and the Qingming Festival is coming. I use poetry to commemorate the Qingming Festival in the spring. It is the misty rain in the rainy season, entwining the heart of the memory of the martyrs. The heroic spirit floats among the green pines and cypresses and transforms into spring flowers, making the world no longer cold. I hold a bouquet of flowers in my hand and walk towards your tomb. The falling raindrops are the tears I confided to you, although I have not seen them. Exceed your appearance, but my heart is bathed in the sunshine you combed. I am grateful for everything you have given me. O my rising China, it is because of your sacrifices in the battle. The five-star red flag that rises every day condenses your flowing blood. You are here. Retreat in the dawn of victory. In the beautiful life, you become a monument, and your blessings will be like the spring breeze floating on the earth. Heroes, when the Qingming Festival comes for thousands of martyrs, go home. Your hometown and descendants are living. Tonight in happiness, your souls will rest there. Poems to commemorate the martyrs. Looking back a hundred years, the long years, old China, bullying by foreign powers, loss of sovereignty, broken mountains and rivers, and loss of life. Faced with the greatest humiliation and crisis in our lives for the Chinese nation, many people with lofty ideals sang tragic songs generously, one after another, and fought bloody battles at the forefront of the revolution.

It was they who made China resolutely emerge from the Sick Man of East Asia. It was they who rewrote the tragic history of the Chinese nation for hundreds of years. Brilliant victory. The beautiful reality is exactly what the revolutionary martyrs expected and fought for endlessly.

The revolution of blood and fire complements and integrates with today's raging construction. The spring scenery of the earth is blended with the blood and lives of countless martyrs.

Didn’t someone say that if you give him a fulcrum, he can move the earth? Then, with the spirit of patriotic dedication, our great revolutionary martyrs can use the sun and the moon as drums and the Milky Way as strings to play the all-powerful praise of life! We will not forget, we will not forget, the Chinese nation, which has experienced countless crazy massacres and severe disasters, has a high head, a strong spine, a pair of strong shoulders of the Himalayas, and a body full of the endless flow of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River. Blood vessel.

Yesterday, we once held up five thousand years of civilization, and held up the Great Wall and the Forbidden City; today, we will definitely be able to use 1.3 billion pairs of arms to hold up tomorrow's sun, and hold up every link in the universe leading to the moon, Venus, and Mars. The rockets, satellites and man-made spacecraft in the corner... Imagine that on this autumn night, let your eyes penetrate a billion walls and go up against the Great Wall and the Yellow River. The stars are changing. After five thousand years of hard work, your unyielding shadow has solidified into the peaks in the east. On this quiet autumn night, I already feel that you are embracing me with your blessings, which makes me understand that mother's love will last forever like the flowers that bloom every May. And my young river of life, your ancient river, is like a river of poetry. The soul of poetry stands up silently. Thinking back on the generations, the ancestors woke up the sleeping soil as scheduled. They exposed their bronze backs to the sky to sow seeds. The Great Wall sows seeds. The Forbidden City also often reads aloud infatuatedly on moonlit nights. Your magnanimous yellow earth and the long yellow river with turbulent waves crashing on the shore. The long Silk Road, the magical Dunhuang murals. In the five thousand years of snow and rain, you have nurtured all the creatures that belong to you. Yesterday, the storm in June came quickly. You walked against the wind, in the heavy cold. Night prophecies at dawn, your smile melts our cries, the sun eventually belongs to human beings, prophecies at night, it took a long time before we stopped and our figures began to drift silently in your sight, in your blessings, we reflect deeply on ourselves, please recite us silently. A poem for you. When you are wandering or running, you cannot break your mother’s heart! Unable to encompass everything about you, I call out softly on this quiet autumn night. Oh, motherland, our lovely yellow-skinned mother! I use poetry to pay tribute to the martyrs during the Qingming Festival. The Qingming Festival in the spring is a misty raindrop in the rainy season, entwined with the memory of the martyrs. The heroes and spirits of the martyrs float among the green pines and cypresses and transform into spring flowers, making the world no longer cold. Holding a bouquet of flowers in my hand, I walked towards your tomb. The falling raindrops are the tears I poured out to you. Although I have never seen your face, my heart is bathed in the sunshine you combed. I am grateful for what you have given me. All the rise of China is due to your sacrifice in the battle. The five-star red flag that rises every day condenses your flowing blood. You retreat in the dawn of victory. In the beautiful life, you turn into a monument and send blessings like the spring breeze to the world. Heroic spirits floating on the ground, when the Qingming Festival comes for thousands of martyrs, go home. Your hometown and descendants are living in happiness tonight, and your souls will rest there. 4. Quotes to pay homage to the martyrs

Some people are alive, but they are dead. Some people are dead, but they are still alive! Even if the bones of a dead hero are fragrant, they are worthy of the famous saying of Chen Hui (revolutionary martyr, died in Zhazi Cave) in Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing": "A soldier's grave is brighter than a slave's paradise."

Poems of revolutionary martyr Jiang Guangci : May my blood turn into surging holy water and wash away the filthy world! May my hard work turn into a bright red light, illuminating the dark earth brightly! May the fragrance of my bright flowers of hard work pierce people's hearts! May the rippling sound of my hard work fly deep into people's eardrums! Revolutionary martyr Xia Minghan: If you kill me, there will be others who will come after you. Xia Minghan: "Beheading does not matter, as long as the principle is true." Qi Jiguang's famous saying "I don't want to be a prince, but I hope the sea will be peaceful." A warm heart will dissolve the ice and snow.

———— "Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs" A famous saying of the martyr Qiu Huaigu before his heroic death: "Comrades, don't forget us when you win." In order to avoid the suffering of the next generation, I am willing to put myself in prison Sit on it! "Revolutionary martyr Deng Zhongxia famously said: "There is only one life and one death. Life must be meaningful and death valuable. "

Don't wait for your hair to fade - Zhu Xuemian's "Feelings" and "Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs" famous sayings of the revolutionary martyr Comrade Li Dazhao: "I hope that my dear young people will be born in youth and die in youth. youth. ". 5. What are the poems to commemorate the heroes during the Qingming Festival?

1. The Niushan Incident, which has been difficult for thousands of years, has completely overwhelmed the achievements of the military camp. The beginning was subdued and the end was illustrious, and the royal family was extravagant and true.

2. Gu Yun is determined to repair his personal grudges and destroy Ying Qiru, which is detrimental to Wu. Therefore, the husband's bad intentions are extravagant, how can he be called innocent?

3. The descendants of heroes are the gods of all generations. King Ju. On the fifteenth day, he wrote a poem about Ling Xiangru.

4. The long drive sweeps away, and suddenly the Tongjiang River is gone. /p>

5. The enemy's golden city is thundered, and the jade tent is covered with ice. , a drunken visit to the ancient river. There is no need to pay tribute to Gong Jin.

7. Hanging high and looking at the remains, you will know the heroes and martyrdom.

8. The heart is not cold, but the love is still warm. I sigh at the broken jade and the broken hairpin. 6. The famous sayings in memory of the martyrs are alive. Dead. Some people are dead, but they are still alive!

Even in death, the bones of a knight are worthy of the world's hero Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing"

Chen Hui (revolutionary martyr, died in Zhazi Cave) Quotes: “A warrior’s grave is brighter than a slave’s paradise.

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Poems by revolutionary martyr Jiang Guangci:

May my blood turn into surging holy water and wash away the filthy world!

May My hard work turns into a bright red light, illuminating the dark earth!

May the bright flowers of my hard work pierce people’s hearts!

May the rippling sound of my hard work fly deep into people’s ear drums

Revolutionary martyr Xia Minghan: Kill me, and there will be others after you.

Xia Minghan: "Beheading doesn't matter, as long as the principle is true. "

Qi Jiguang's famous saying "I don't want to be granted the title of Marquis, but I hope the sea will be calm"

A warm heart will dissolve the ice and snow. ———— "Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs" < /p>

Martyr Qiu Huaigu said a famous saying before his heroic death: “Comrades, don’t forget us when you win. "

In order to save the next generation from suffering, I am willing to sit in jail!"

Revolutionary martyr Deng Zhongxia famously said: "There is only one life and one death. Live meaningfully and die meaningfully." "Value."

Don't wait for the hair on your hair - Zhu Xuemian's "Reflections" and "Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs"

The famous sayings of the revolutionary martyr Comrade Li Dazhao: "I wish my dear "Young people are born in youth and die in youth." 7. Poems about remembering the martyrs

"The Song of Xinhai, the First Rebellion of Wuchang"

The smoke is billowing and the coalition forces are raging.

This dynasty is still deep in sleep

The treaties are long and the privileges are extensive

The dignitaries are holding the scepter more tightly

This is The cold winter in prosperous China

Progressive ideas are already nurturing and growing

It was the bright night of China

The sparks of revolution are already burning and shining

In a turbulent era, Wuchang has high morale

On the Yellow Crane Tower, the Literary Society set up a military battlefield

By the Qingchuan Pavilion, the *** entered The society set up a dedicated Quanwu Hall

The revolutionaries were full of plans

The revolutionary organs exploded

When the party's life and death were at stake, the revolution was about to fail. At the critical moment

The warriors of the engineering battalion fired the first shot of the uprising

- fired the epoch-making shot

Soldiers and horses gathered at Chu Wangtai immediately , there was a loud sound of gunfire

Wuchang City quickly and fiercely attacked the governor's office, with fire on all sides

The Qing slaves were heartbroken and panicked, and fled in a hurry

The warriors were like breaking bamboo, standing Restoring Wuchang

The horn of revolution sounded in the sky

Heroes and sons and daughters rushed to the battlefield of national salvation

The spark of revolution lit up in the dark night< /p>

The land of China is quickly igniting with flames reaching into the sky

The flames are rushing, already shining brightly

The wheels of fire are spinning, so unstoppable

A spark of fire illuminates the confused eyes

A prairie fire illuminates the blocked heart

The fire of revolution illuminates the dark night of China

The great fire illuminates China’s tomorrow 8. Poems about commemorating the martyrs

Poetry 1: Bu Suanzi · Thoughts after reading "Poems of the Revolutionary Martyrs"

The artery runs through the Yellow River, Intravenous Yangtze River injection.

China’s rivers and rivers flow with blood vessels and nourish my heart, liver and intestines.

Fire turns into gold, and revolution weathers storms.

Patriotic poetry is passed down from generation to generation, and the red flag spectrum is fertile with blood.

Poetry 2: River Red · Re-reading "Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs" Reflections

Re-reading the wonderful article, where you stop looking, you will see blue blood.

On the desk, there are many heroes like Jingxing, Linfeng and so on.

Ambition often rises with the clouds and waves, and the majestic body competes with the mountains and rivers.

A good head is exchanged for Kyushu Tong, and the heart is as strong as iron.

Awesome energy, often frustrated, and who can tell what is going on in my heart.

It’s too late to hate the rest of my life, and I have never been in the same category.

Covering the paper with clear tears, hearing the bamboo slipper makes Huang Liang sleep.

Bian Chen was noisy again today, thinking of heroes.

Poetry 3: That sparkling autumn color - I dedicate this poem to the revolutionary martyr Qiu Jin

You walked out of the boudoir

Not afraid of ridicule, not afraid Risk

Resolutely set foot on the ship heading east to Japan

Traveling across the ocean and thousands of mountains and rivers

It still cannot change your belief in revolution...

You walked out of your family

You reluctantly left your children behind and abandoned your parents

You decided to embark on the road of revolution

Faced with the nation at that time that was difficult to return to

You are raising your arms and shouting

You are waving the flag and shouting

Fighting for a free tomorrow...

You walked out of the revolution

Brave and fearless, with high ambitions

With revolutionary people with lofty ideals

Cooking wine and discussing swords, writing magnificent poems about the revolution...

From then on, history has been forever.

With that touch

The sparkling, dazzling autumn colors

Never grow old...

Poetry 4: Revolutionary martyrs are immortal

The ancient road is covered with cool blue stones; martyrs are buried in the forest.

Eighteen military ginseng; loyal bones buried in a foreign country.

The white-haired lady in the hut; I think about her every day.

Warning to our people; don’t forget them.

Poetry Five: Revolutionary Martyrs Are Immortal

For thousands of years, Qingming Festival has a long history and it is hard to leave.

Everyone only sacrifices his own father-in-law, and there is a monument in front of the martyrs' monument. Flowers?

Poetry 6: Qilu·Reflections on Visiting Jinggangshan Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery

1. Cemetery Gate

Stepping into the cemetery is light, and many tourists pay tribute to the heroes.

The cuckoos deliberately give way, and the pines and cypresses silently greet the road.

The high altar is dyed green, drizzle is falling, and the names of virtuous people are sent in large gilded letters.

How quiet it is when decorated with white flowers. Standing in front of the steps and listening to the sound of rain.

2. Martyrs Memorial Hall

The hall was solemn for a few minutes, with respect and respect in my heart.

He left his hometown to pursue Marxism-Leninism and sacrificed his life to become a worker and peasant.

There is no need to talk about hardships and hardships, bullets and bullets will not change your appearance.

How many men have no surnames, and their heroic spirits have turned into thousands of pines. 9. 10 words of famous sayings to commemorate the martyrs

The pen fell in the storm, and the poem turned into weeping ghosts and gods. (Du Fu) Biezai pseudo-style is profane and elegant, and Zhuanyi Duo is your teacher. (Du Fu) Insightful and Appreciation, thick accumulation and thin hair. (Su Shi) Learn it extensively, interrogate it, think carefully, discern it clearly, and practice it diligently. (Book of Rites) If you don’t climb a high mountain, you don’t know how high the sky is; if you don’t go to a deep stream, you don’t know how high it is. The earth is thick. ("Xunzi") If you don't fly, you will soar into the sky; if you don't sing, you will become a blockbuster. (Sima Qian) Don't be afraid of what others don't know, and worry if you don't know others. (Confucius) If you don't enter the tiger's den, what will happen? Got the tiger's cub? (Book of the Later Han Dynasty) If there is no blockage or flow, it will not work. (Han Yu) I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain. (Su Shi) I am not afraid of the floating clouds covering my eyes, because I am at the highest level. (Wang Anshi) Don’t follow the rules. , there is no way to make a square garden. (Mencius). 10. Poems in memory of the martyrs

"Song of Xinhai, the first righteousness of Wuchang" The smoke is billowing and the coalition forces are raging. The dynasty is still in a dreamland with long treaties and extended privileges. The powerful are holding the scepter more tightly. It is the idea of ??progress in the cold winter of prosperous China. It is already nurturing and growing. It is the spark of the revolution in the dark night of splendid China. It is already burning brightly. In the turbulent era, on the Yellow Crane Tower in Wuchang with high morale, the literary society has set up a military battlefield. Next to Qingchuan Pavilion, the Communist Party of China specially set up a revolutionary party in Quanwutang. Fang planned a full range of revolutionary organs, but the explosion caused the life and death of the party. When the revolution was about to fail, the warriors of the key project battalion started the first step of the uprising. Gun - the epoch-making shot was fired. Soldiers and horses immediately gathered at Chu Wangtai, with loud sound of guns and cannons. Wuchang City quickly attacked the superintendent's office. Fires broke out from all sides. The Qing slaves were heartbroken and panicked. The warriors fled in a panic. The revolution was about to regain Wuchang. The horns of the heroes resounded in the sky, and the heroic sons and daughters rushed to the battlefield to save the nation. The sparks of revolution lit up the land of China in the dark night, and quickly ignited the flames that soared into the sky. The flames were already shining brightly, and the wheels of fire were spinning. What an unstoppable spark. , illuminating the confused eyes with the prairie fire, illuminating the blocked heart with the fire of revolution, illuminating China's dark night with the great fire, illuminating China's tomorrow.