A poem about the pursuit of virtue 1. Martyrs' poems

Poems about martyrs are as follows:

Poem 1: divination operator. Thoughts on Reading Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs

The artery crosses the Yellow River and the vein empties into the Yangtze River.

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.

Poetry 2: Man Jianghong Reread The 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.

Poem 3: The Twinkling Autumn Colors-This poem is dedicated 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.

Poetry 4: 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.

Poetry 5: Revolutionary martyrs are immortal.

Tomb-Sweeping Day has a long history for thousands of years.

Everyone only pays homage to their own Weng, and there are flowers in front of the martyrs monument?

Poetry Six: Seven Methods —— Thoughts on Visiting Jinggangshan Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery

First, the cemetery gate

Walking into the cemetery is light, and many tourists mourn for the hero.

Rhododendrons deliberately diverted, and pine and cypress greeted each other in silence.

The drizzle dyed the jade altar, and the bronzing characters gave a good name.

How quiet the white flowers are, standing in front of the steps listening to the rain.

Second, the Martyrs Memorial Hall

There was a few minutes of silence in the hall, and my appearance was respected in my heart.

I left my hometown to pursue Marxism-Leninism, and I forgot my life for the workers and peasants.

Needless to say, the forest of bullets will not change its appearance.

How many men don't have surnames, and their spirit turns into a thousand pines.

Three, Jinggangshan forest of steles

The forest of steles is surrounded by pavilions and corridors, with twists and turns.

The inscription of politicians is always true, and the legacy of celebrities is pure.

Listen to the explanation, be full of energy, and read the poem.

More songs come to the national tax, and the torrential rain comforts the loyal soul.

Four. Jinggangshan statue garden

The plastic garden is slow and diligent, and the younger generation is pious.

A warrior can defeat the enemy, and a hero can ride the clouds with heroism.

A single spark in Jinggangshan can start a prairie fire, and the Hunan and Jiangxi armies were defeated by Zhu Mao.

Recalling the tragic events of that year, I have forgotten the rain in front of me.

Verb (abbreviation of verb) Jinggangshan revolutionary martyrs monument

The bonfire well is infinite and the cemetery is high.

Heroes of the Red Army gather and Marxism-Leninism pursues the cradle of revolution.

Blood soaked Luo's dream and stood up in the whistle to reflect the sunrise.

Why is the flag exhibition in front of us, and for whom are the martyrs sacrificed?

2. Sentences praising revolutionary martyrs

First, without your heroic dedication, there would be no happy life today! It is you who hold up tomorrow's sun with clank and iron bones! It is you who cast the glory of the motherland with indomitable courage! Your reputation will live forever, and your spirit will live forever! Salute to you! Learn from you! Second, people who have experienced life and death separation know how to love and cherish.

Therefore, we living people should treat and grasp the days of getting along with others well, so that life will no longer leave regrets! Thirdly, if there is eternal life in the world, then I believe it is a kind of spirit-no regrets. Our martyrs have no regrets and do not regret their contribution to the revolution.

Therefore, they deserve to be respected! We came to Nanshan Temple Martyrs Cemetery with sad and heavy feelings, remembering the soldiers who died heroically for the liberation of the motherland and people's peace, and paying tribute to their great achievements. 5. Father, when you left, you left a room full of yellowed ancient books. The ground mill still exudes a faint fragrance, and that thick magnifying glass is quietly placed on the desk! Full of sadness! Six, the full moon in the sky, the half moon on the ground, your meeting with me is a kind of fate.

Cause and effect, dreams change, my world is wonderful because of you. Memories of the past, beautiful memories, have always remained in my mind.

May you be as happy as heaven! Seven, there are always some flowers in Qingming Festival. These mellow and sad flowers in the image world will cry when they open their eyes and close their eyes. Maybe this rain is just a catharsis of my endless sadness. After venting, everything is fine. Let's turn grief into strength, turn grief into persistence, inherit the legacy, follow in his footsteps and comfort his spirit in heaven.

Revolutionary martyrs, you sacrificed for the benefit of the people. Your death is heavier than Mount Tai. You are with the green hills, and you will be with the earth. You will always be a monument in our hearts.

10. It is their life that has brought prosperity to China today, and it is their blood that has dyed the peach blossoms everywhere. How can we forget this tragic epic? How can we forget those once vivid faces? Let us cherish the memory quietly and deeply, and pin our deepest thoughts and highest respect on this flower, so that it can accompany the martyrs.

I have to admit that the fragility of life can't stand our repeated tests. Life or death may be predestined. The dead are like this, and the living are silent for this.

Silence is the greatest respect for the dead. Twelve, life is actually very fragile, as fragile as ceramics.

What has passed away has become the past after all, and there is no need to be silent in the past. There is no need to feel the impermanence of life, impermanence is true.

You'd better live well. Thirteen, relatives swam in Xianyou, but did not get the blessing of their children and grandchildren.

Wandering thousands of miles away, how to think. Fourteen, Tomb-Sweeping Day again. Where do you mourn? 15. Do you remember the person you once liked, the fragments of memories, laughter and sadness?

Sixteen, the world, the most yearning for barren space, go to the most desolate places, and dream the most beautiful dreams. Then, disappear in a corner.

17. At this moment, as friends, we can only miss, deeply miss, and thank you for accompanying us through the past. It is often rainy and sunny when you are around. Your smile, simplicity and sincerity to your friends will be eternal wealth in our life; And losing you is a pain that we can never make up for in this life. Eighteen, Qingming rain, falling continuously, that is when the sky is crying, that is when everyone misses tears and approaches the martyrs monument. We looked up-what we saw was not an ordinary scene. In the moonlight, we seem to see the hero in troubled times ... XIX. Apart from tears, it is time that can wash away everything. The longer time goes by, the more conflicts there will be.

3. Poetry of revolutionary martyrs

Qingming Festival, I came to the Martyrs Cemetery ● Often Tomb-Sweeping Day came quietly in the embrace of spring. I came to the Martyrs Cemetery to pay my respects. The picture of your dead hero has been recorded in the exploits of historical heroes and turned into an immortal statue, which will always inspire future generations. This is a little-known battle, but no one who has experienced it will forget it. The terrain is complex, the fog is dark, and the castle is full of enemies. You are the captain of the commando team. You know very well that going up means sacrificing yourself. You are a martyr, but you did not hesitate to fight your way out. A shell came roaring and cut off your left arm. Another shrapnel hurt your leg. You grab the wet scorched earth with your remaining right hand and crawl forward inch by inch. With your eyes burning with hatred, your throat forged by the army, and your perseverance ignited by blood, you stubbornly commanded and continued fighting until you fell in a pool of blood. Since then, your name has been engraved on the stone tablet, and your feat has become a story. The monument standing in the cemetery stands tall and straight into the sky. It is a spiritual building built by loyal souls. Facing you is a huge exclamation point-my comrade-in-arms, my waterfall imagination has pulled out tears that can't be stopped, and crystal tears are beating on the drum surface of my heart. The solemn and stirring swan song is like an evergreen pine and cypress, which shakes for a while and bounces again, one after another, and the distant battle has solidified at our feet. Being a solid cornerstone of life, your body not only lays the foundation for victory, but also enhances our horizons. You lie here without saying a word, but your great image and immortal spirit are inexhaustible wealth for survivors.

4. Poetry of revolutionary martyrs

1, easy

Summer of the Republic of China

It doesn't matter if you behead, as long as the doctrine is true.

Kill Xia and others.

2. "The Japanese on the Yellow Sea ship ask for sentences and look at the map of the Russo-Japanese war."

Qiu Jin in the Late Qing Dynasty

Wan Li returns by the wind, and the East China Sea carries spring thunder alone.

Endure to see the picture change color, willing to let Jiangshan pay for the ash!

Turbid wine does not quench the tears of worrying about the country, and we should strive for talents when saving.

Ping shi ten thousand heads of blood, also want to save Li Kun.

Vernacular translation:

Thousands of miles away, I walked back and forth like a cloud, crossing the East China Sea alone with rolling spring thunder.

I can't bear to see the map of the motherland become the territory of other countries. How can the splendid Jiangshan be reduced to ashes by the invaders?

How can that turbid wine dispel the tears I shed when I am worried about my country and people? Salvation depends on the joint efforts of all of us.

Even if it is necessary to gather 100,000 soldiers to shed blood, I will save this upside-down land of Gankun.

3. Resurrection from Prison

slow

Qingpu knows how to make up for it with tears, and generosity is hard to reward the country.

If you want to sing a song for the monarch, you should not speak lightly.

Vernacular translation:

Qingpu cries and knows how to make up, but generosity is hard to serve the country.

I miss song for you, but a strong person should not say it easily.

4, "with shackles"

Revolutionary Liu Bojian

Walking in chains on long streets, stumbling again and again,

I'm not ashamed that city people compete for attention.

Walking in the street in chains, how loud the chains are,

Everyone in the city was surprised, and I was at peace.

Walking down the street in chains, the more ambitious you are,

When prisoners are beaten, workers and peasants are liberated together.

5. Riverside Express

Zhao Yiman, a modern poet.

Swear to cross the river for the country, not for the home.

Are all men good? Why are women so bad?

I will be loyal to my motherland and have a boiling passion.

White mountains and black waters can wipe out enemy bandits. Smile and look at the standard as red as flowers!

5. Poetry about martyrs

Poetry about martyrs

It doesn't matter if you behead, as long as the doctrine is true. Kill Xia and others.

-Xia 1928 wrote before he died in March.

/kloc-at the beginning of 0/928, Xia bid farewell to his wife and newborn daughter and came to Wuhan. Guangxi warlords, who are famous for their barbarism, are searching for revolutionaries on a large scale, and many of those arrested are executed without trial at all. For example, Li, the representative of the Party's "First Congress", had left the Party at that time, and was killed immediately after being caught by the Guangxi warlords. Facing the depression and terror in the market, Xia is completely fearless and still runs around in various secret organs, deploying the plan of "stopping violence at the end of the year". At first, he lived in a business in Hunan. He found that Wuhan garrison headquarters was eyeing up there, so he moved to the Oriental Hotel to study the next move with Xu Teli, Xie Juezai and Xiong Jinwan. A few days later, Xie Juezai suddenly informed the traffic police that Song was unreliable and went back to the Oriental Hotel to pack things in the summer. When he was about to move, the traitor Song broke into the room with the detective. After Xia was arrested, he was constantly tortured. In the process of torture, he just condemned the judge. When he returned to his cell, he knew that his life was coming to an end. He endured the pain and wrote three letters to his mother, wife and sister with half a pencil. In the letter to his wife Zheng Jiajun, he also left a bloody kiss. Two days after his arrest, that is, in the early morning of March 20th, 1928, Xia was taken to the Yujili execution ground in Hankou. The executive asked him if he had any last words, and he shouted, "Yes, give me a pen and paper!" " "Then, he wrote a poem about" beheading doesn't matter ". At that time, this venerable word was called the revolutionary battle song written with blood, which inspired countless later generations to fight for it.

Xia was born in Hengyang County, Hunan Province, 1900 in Zigui County, Hubei Province. Grandfather, former Qing Jinshi, head of the transshipment department. After his father visited Japan, Zhang Weixin came to power. After the Revolution of 1911, he took part in the revolution. Unfortunately, his father died young, and Xia was raised by his grandfather, and he was forced to read four books and five classics every day. An enlightened mother advocates that her son receive a new education. The conflict between my grandfather and my parents made Xia develop the spirit of loving thinking and being brave in exploring the truth from an early age.

6. Poetry of revolutionary martyrs

1, "That sparkling autumn color-I would like to dedicate this poem to the revolutionary martyr Qiu Jin" Wang Liang, you walked out of the boudoir without fear of sarcasm and risk, and resolutely set foot on a ship sailing across the ocean to Japan. Qian Shan still can't change your belief in the revolution ... You left your family and your children reluctantly. Leaving your parents behind, you resolutely embarked on the revolutionary road. In the face of the nation that was hard to return at that time, you waved your arms and shouted that you would fight for a free tomorrow ... You walked out of the revolution bravely, and you talked with the revolutionary with great ambition and wrote a magnificent poem about leather ... Since then, the historical sky will never grow old with that dazzling autumn color ... 2. The Hero's Wife is another clear afternoon in Zhang Yufeng. You are still waiting quietly in the wind. The flying willow is crushing the wound. Just put your little hand on my chest and feel your gentleness in the world silently. If there is a future, I will keep your sadness away from this life. I only know your soft heart. The luxury of love is to let the breeze leave the moonlight in the wind. Do you remember the hatred of previous lives, which saved my drunkenness? I can have another sip in my life. Laugh and mix wine, endure falling flowers and catkins and lie on your grave to tell your tenderness from now on. 3. "Prison Song" Ling Yuhang's door for people to go in and out is locked, the hole where the dog climbed out is open, and a voice is shouting:-Climb out and set you free! I long for freedom, but I deeply know-how can a person's body climb out of a dog hole! I hope that one day, the underground fire will come and burn my living coffin. I deserve to live forever in fire and blood! 4. Zhuang's blood and the back of life have been forgotten by history and become the truth of the cold season, and our happiness is divorced from reality. Later people abandoned the cemetery. My flower basket is very cold, close to my childhood textbook. The sworn martyrs who collectively joined the Young Pioneers 30 years ago have been lost here. Might as well die in the sky. You lost a lot of sadness. I lost a lot of poetic language. I quietly approached the tomb of the martyrs and looked at me silently. I want to use a stick of incense. 5. Monuments are among the people, and the tide rises and falls in Huang Xinyang.

Floating on Dongshan Island in the sea, it's hard to turn back. Recall the past-war, countless lives; Look at that-yellow sand is rolling, devouring villages and destroying fertile fields; The wind roared, flying sand and stones buried their homes! Dongshan people-there is no smoke in the kitchen for ten days and nine days.

The old man's eyes were black with hunger, and the girl had no clothes to wear. Crying and shouting Beidou, the moon is cold and the stars are thin! A wisp of spring-Ran Ran saw the sky for the first time.

Refer to Baidu Encyclopedia-Revolutionary Martyrs.

7. What poems describe revolutionary martyrs?

Yishi

Author Xia,

It doesn't matter if you behead,

As long as the doctrine is true.

Kill Xia,

And the afterlife.

The prisoner's lament

Author Ye Ting

The doors that people come in and out are locked,

The hole the dog climbed out of was open,

A voice shouted:

Climb out and set you free!

I long for freedom,

But I know very well-

How can a human body crawl out of a dog hole!

I hope one day

Underground fire,

Burn me with this living coffin,

I should get water from fire and blood!

8. Poetry of revolutionary martyrs

Li Dazhao's poem, Bing Chen Chun, then went to Edo.

Young Heng will return to China, and his colleagues will invite him to Kanda Restaurant for a drink. On the first floor of the storm, they will be rewarded. During the speech, I saw the word "storm house". After the meeting to rebuild China, I built a tall building as a souvenir. It should be called "China Storm House". So, it is necessary that I send a young cloud.

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.

Li Dazhao (1889- 1927), a native of Laoting, Hebei Province, was one of the founders of China * * * Production Party, the direct organizer and leader of the New Culture Movement and the May 4th Patriotic Movement, and played an important role in spreading Marxism in China's early days. It doesn't matter if Xia's poems are righteous, as long as the teachings are true.

Kill Xia and others. Xia (1900- 1928): a native of Hengyang, Hunan.

During the May 4th Movement, he was the leader of Hengyang Student Union. 1928 was arrested on February 8 and killed by Kuomintang reactionaries the next day.

Yang Chao's righteous poems are full of snow and sadness, so why should the revolution be afraid of beheading? Keep your son's arrogance and avenge the king of Chu three years later! Yang Chao (1904- 1927): A native of De 'an, Jiangxi Province, was born in 1989 in party member. 1927 12.27 died in Xiashawo outside Deshengmen, Nanchang.

When I returned to Shanghai from Guangdong, it was very sad and indignant to see counter-revolutionaries killing workers and peasants everywhere. Beautiful Shanghai, at that time, also presented a scene of horror and desolation, and this word was written because of feelings. It was September 1927. Looking up at the blue sky, connected with water, the flowers and willows on both sides are more fresh.

It's a pity that a beautiful place was destroyed by bandits. Jiang bandits are too fierce and stubborn to kill workers and peasants.

Our generation should extend the hand of the country and rebuild the rivers and mountains. He Jinzhai (1896- 1928): a native of Sangzhi, Hunan, * * * was born in party member.

Comrade Jinzhai was the first division commander of the Fourth Army of the Chinese Workers and Peasants Red Army. 1September, 928, died in the silt battle in Shimen, Hunan.

Zhou Wenyong's unique poems can be broken, and the revolutionary spirit is indestructible. The head of a strong man is a party collapse, but the body of a brave man is a group crack.

Zhou Wenyong: 1927 12 During the Guangzhou Uprising, he served as a member of the Soviet Labor Committee and commander-in-chief of the Guangzhou Workers' Red Guard. 1928 Spring, he and his lover Comrade Chen Tiejun were unfortunately arrested and sacrificed.

This poem was written by Comrade Wen Yong on the prison wall. Guan Tao Xiong Hanheng River's road of no return, who can refuse! My road will eventually achieve nine areas, and I will be physically generous.

Stop at the foot of Dagu Mountain and watch the waves on Xiaogu Mountain. The blood is like the tide and keeps rolling. Xiong (1894- 1928): born in Taojiang, Hunan, 1989, party member.

1928 1 1 month, he was unfortunately arrested in Yingwuzhou, Wuhan, and was immediately killed. Let's all get up and destroy the evil forces! Now the Great Revolution, anti-feudalism, land distribution, resolute struggle and building the Soviet Union! Workers and peasants came to dictatorship, implemented the * * * production system, and celebrated the great harmony of mankind. The proletarian world revolution finally succeeded! Peng Pai (1896- 1929), a native of Haifeng, Guangdong, was one of the leaders of the early peasant movement in China.

1929 was arrested in Shanghai in August and killed in Longhua soon. Since I encouraged Luo Xuezan to write this book, I don't think introspection will be soft when encountering difficulties in the future, but it will not be rigid; Only Gang Si is not afraid, and Gang Si has a future.

Will shoulder the sun and moon, heaven and earth and other dust. Why talk about wealth? Be bold about the future.

Luo Xuezan (1893- 1930): Born in 1989 in party member, Hunan. 1930 was killed by Kuomintang reactionaries in Hangzhou.

Let the dead die! Let the dead die! Their blood did not flow in vain. They were lying on the road smiling, as if they were still nodding to us sincerely. Their blood was painted into a map, and how many villages and towns were dyed red.

They died gloriously, and we can't shed tears for them. The enemy is aiming, don't raise your hand! Let the dead die! Their blood did not flow in vain. Let's not be sad or sigh. The long journey lies ahead.

Let's leave now. Don't leak the news in the struggle. They have done their duty, and we must be full of energy. (1909- 193 1): Formerly known as Bai Xu, born in Xiangshan, Zhejiang Province, party member.

China's outstanding proletarian poet. 193 1 year 1 was arrested in Shanghai and killed in Longhua on February 7.

Poet Hui wandered the Jianghu in prison to recall the past, so life is different from death. He has abandoned his troubles and sought worldly things, leaving behind the lofty sentiments of Chu prisoners. Yun (1895- 193 1): Originally from Wujin, Jiangsu Province, 19365438+ was elected as a member of the Central Committee of the Productive Youth League of China, and was once the propaganda minister of the Central Committee of the Youth League and the editor-in-chief of China Youth.

Ji Hongchang, Yi Shi, wished he could not resist Japan and die, leaving it as a shame today. The country is still broken, why should I cherish this head?

Ji Hongchang (1895- 1934): A native of Fugou, Henan Province, was born in 1989 in party member. 1933 served as commander of the second army of the Chasui People's Anti-Japanese Coalition.

1934165438+10 was arrested in Tianjin and died heroically. Traveling once every few years-going north to Dongting, I feel that the dragon snake in mainland Cai Hesen has begun to grow up and become a teenager in Gankun.

The harassment of the country is exhausted, and the ship sends wind and rain. The world is chaotic, and my autonomy is strengthened for learning.

I studied in Wan Li and visited my friend Yuan Wen. I'm here. I'm fighting people.

Loyalty seals an inch of heart, integrity fills two rooms. Although there is no Luyang Pavilion, it has saved the day.

Change countries with the ship and drum up Tang gaozu. Tanzhou is the source of Dongting brand.

Cai Hesen (1895- 193 1) is a native of Shuangfeng County, Hunan Province. 193 1 served as secretary of Guangdong and Guangxi provincial party Committee and went to Hong Kong to guide the work of the Guangdong and Guangxi parties. He was arrested by the British imperialists and extradited to Guangzhou.

The counter-revolutionary executioner spread out his limbs, nailed him to the wall and killed him. There is a poem about He Shuheng's clothes and wine stains. He travels everywhere.

In this life, we forget our family and go abroad through ups and downs. He Shuheng (1875- 1935): a native of Ningxiang, Hunan.

192 1- 1923, the party successively established "Hunan Self-study University" and "Xiangjiang School" in Changsha. Comrade Shu Heng is one of the presenters.

1February, 935, he died when he broke through near Shuikou, Changting, Fujian. Walking in chains on the long streets of Liu Bojian, I stumbled, and people in the city were vying for attention. I have no shame in my heart.

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.

(March 1935, 1 1, Dayu County Prison was moved to the waiting room of Suiyuan Department with shackles).