Selected Poems of Celebrating August 1st in Praise of Soldiers

Like the morning sun spraying blood, you write brilliantly with your lives.

Never confess easily, but tell the dazzling power with breadth.

Iron and blood journey, lofty ideals and benevolent people, righteousness and courage cast the Great Wall, sheltering the peace of the motherland.

No matter in wartime or peacetime, it is you who let all brothers and sisters live in peace. With you, our life is fearless.

I always want to weave a wreath with my own hands and take it on the soldiers covered in blood, expressing my admiration for you with the most sincere heart.

I always want to brew a cup of mellow tea and give it to the soldiers on guard, so that this warmth can resist the cold wind at night in Leng Xue. I always want to sing a song, praise the grandeur of the soldiers with my heartfelt feelings, and express my brothers, sisters and fellow villagers' deep thoughts about you.

The night is still. ...

2. Every time you walk into "August 1st"

Author Liu Guangyao

Every time you enter "Bayi",

We used to be soldiers,

The mood is always so excited, so excited,

Because this is a military festival,

This is an unforgettable day.

None of us will forget,

In those hot years,

Our wonderful years,

Boiling blood,

The spirit of China people,

Be bold and unrestrained in the green square.

In the intense combat readiness training,

Happy camp world,

That sincere possessive friendship,

Scenes, songs,

History records for us and praises for us.

When the familiar gongs and drums sounded again in the barracks,

Tears filled our eyes,

Waving his arms,

Disarm and bid farewell to the army.

My hometown is so amiable,

It's strange,

In the face of all this,

We are recruits again.

Faced with difficulties and twists and turns,

We always keep it in mind,

I used to be a soldier,

I'm not afraid of death.

What are you afraid of?

Soldiers should dare to challenge everything.

"August 1st" has arrived,

There are many words in my heart,

Say to your comrades,

A thousand words are condensed into one sentence,

No matter where you go,

No matter when,

Don't forget the flag,

Don't lose your true colors! ! !

3.

Mom!

That must be you,

I heard it,

Hand embroidered cloth shoes,

The sound of stepping on the ground,

Ever since I was a baby, listen,

I heard that I was wearing a green military uniform.

When I woke up in my military camp dream,

It seems that your gentle footsteps came to my bed,

Get ready to cover me with bare arms,

When I feel thirsty in the cat's ear hole,

I close my eyes,

As if I heard your gentle footsteps coming to me again,

Prepare to bring me a bowl of sweet dumplings.

Mom, 20 years ago,

When I was knocked down at the front line by the enemy's evil bullets,

How I miss it: you close my eyes with your own hands,

With your gentle hands,

Touch my cheek again,

Let me, in the dark,

Touch the hard calluses on your hands again.

Mom, I want to prove to you,

As a soldier,

I didn't embarrass you.

Mom, for 20 years,

Me and my loyal brothers,

Standing silently in the front line of the past.

Mom, how much I want to tell you,

When I fell,

My spear,

Point to the other side of the enemy position.

My former brothers and sisters have been here,

They bring us laughter,

They poured out their hearts to us,

They shed tears on the graves,

Flowers, wine, alcohol and cigarettes,

And the red and tender faces of their descendants.

However, without the irreplaceable touch of mother,

The loneliness in my heart,

Can never be sent away.

Mom, for 20 years,

You've come a long way, a long way,

Mom, for 20 years,

I know this is hard for you, 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,

Unfortunately, I can't be filial to you,

I can only look at you speechless.

Mom,

Your crying is so bitter,

I know you think it's too late.

Mom,

You patted me on the head so helpless,

I understand you're asking why it takes 20 years.

Mom,

For thousands of other mothers,

You and I have made contributions that we don't regret.

Mom,

Behind you,

Is the rapid development of noise,

This is a golden night of feasting,

Is the luxury of flying in the clouds,

But what do you feel, mom?

I don't want any extra care,

A "martyr" is enough,

I just want the next Qingming,

My mother,

Touch my tombstone again,

Because of my mother,

There are not many 20 years left.

Just find three sentences yourself.