Author: Ding Yimou

Come on, young friend.

Come on, glorious Communist Youth League member.

With our boiling blood

Light the torch handed down from1February 29th.

Young friends

Glorious youth league member

see

Bright red flag

A blazing flame

That's one, two, nine.

Stay in our hearts forever ...

From 1935 to 1982.

For 47 years

Strong and hard

Long and short

Those eventful years

Will always be a poem we sing.

Ah, glorious 129

Your horn

Shocked Chixian County in China.

Your torch

Dispel the darkness

Your spirit

In exchange for the morning glow

Intoxicated enjoyment

Idle away time.

no

The martyr's last wish has not been finally realized.

Our ancestors' journey has not yet reached the end.

Endeavour friend

Endeavour partner

Realize capitalism-

Our heartfelt vows

* * * Socialism must be realized-

Our unswerving belief

Dress up for a more gorgeous spring.

In order to create a new situation of letting a hundred flowers blossom

Spread the wings of youth

Flying freely in the vast blue sky.

Let go of the throat of youth

Dedicate carols to our dear motherland.

Endeavour friend

Endeavour partner

Hold high the torch of 129.

Whip the flying horse to a faster speed-accelerate.

Take the baton of 129.

Forward, forward

Follow the 129 highway.

Towards a glorious adulthood.

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the other day

-to commemorate one or two? Sixty-sixth anniversary of the Ninth National Games

Author: Wolf Rock

Wind of history

Blow over 66 pages of calendar

That cold day

Start a life.

Deduct it in my eyes

Snowflakes are no longer white.

That cold winter

There is only one kind

Jin Ge's cry is like an iron horse.

Deprived this ancient country

Thick coat

Show one's scarred body

a drop of blood

Splash on my forehead

Burn one

A deep imprint

Time is like the north wind.

roared past

That day has passed.

But the shoulders of reality.

Can you stand it?

Those once boiling passions

The days go on.

On the back of the century

Gaze quietly

outside the window

Sunshine tenderness

Touch the earth

I just don't know that in its memory.

the other day

Is it like a sculpture?

Standing forever

1935, chrysanthemum indicum in China.

Author: money

1935 65438+February 9. Six thousand students from Peiping gathered in xinhua gate to protest against the Kuomintang government's policy of not visiting Japan, which was suppressed by the Kuomintang government. During the movement, 100 people were injured and more than 30 people were arrested. 1935 in winter in China, the earth is full of wild chrysanthemums, as if they were heroes in the war, holding their bright heads high and asking for heaven. ...

A cold night in winter

A thick volume of history

Spread to the winter of sixty years ago.

There is always a tidal roar on such a night.

There is always a fire burning.

A twelve-square-meter house.

The temperature suddenly rises, and a pair of eyes

Sweat flowed from the pores.

The smell of the earth is very strong.

In the fate before Jiazi, you

Where are you?

I knocked on the door of loess.

On a withered and wrinkled fallen leaf

Look at the fiery winter.

Look at six thousand wild chrysanthemums.

At the same time, a group of latosolic red people were opened

Wild chrysanthemum 65438+ wild chrysanthemum 0935

You hold your head high and aim at the sun.

call out

call out

It is broken.

The twelve cold stars hold it in the middle.

One hundred wounds bleed at the same time.

The land under your feet is in your hands.

The Yellow River and the Yangtze River will be diverted from here.

Wild chrysanthemum 65438+ wild chrysanthemum 0935

Your thin roots cling to the earth.

On the bricks and stones of xinhua gate

Ring the doorbell of peace with both hands.

The earth cracked.

The maw devoured the whole winter.

Thirty voices of peace

Trapped in a cage

Outside the cage

Every day is ebb and flow.

From Beiping to Nanjing

Go to Wuhan and Guangzhou ...

The whole of China was awakened.

All the night lights are on.

Wake up the kind head.

In winter in China 1935.

bleed

Like wild chrysanthemums blooming on the earth.

How can you imagine an enlightened cock?

Fall on the dictator's plate

How to make the Yellow River and the Yangtze River

Cut off contact from now on

Wild chrysanthemum 65438+ wild chrysanthemum 0935

You run around telling people.

probably

We are born from the same root.

Live in a family and drink a river together.

Between the lips and the teeth

How does the fire burn?

Wild chrysanthemum 65438+ wild chrysanthemum 0935

You hold a faint fragrance of flowers in your hand.

Wear simple and beautiful clothes

1935 winter

Ask the sun while removing the fire

People crossing the sea

What do you want to trade your life for?

Life breathes in the sun.

Stars are running in the sky.

The track is in the middle of the law.

How peaceful such a day is.

Why did you cheat?

Bury Li Yi under the wheel.

The dove of peace retreats at night.

Bayonets held high.

Wild chrysanthemum 65438+ wild chrysanthemum 0935

Six thousand flowers are clean and beautiful.

Simultaneous incineration

1935 burning red China.

1935 warmer China.

Every flame contains anger.

Every flame contains a question.

The fire enveloped the earth.

Covering the ravaged people all over the world.

Today I

Sitting quietly in front of history

See 1935 in winter.

The arid land of China.

There are beautiful wild chrysanthemums.

Wet blood

Dimfragrance is flowing in the eyes again.

Hou Yu

This winter, the only thing I saw was wild chrysanthemums all over the mountains. This winter, the only thing that excites me is this day: loud sounds and wild waves ... I can't describe its grandeur and sadness. Sixty years have passed, yesterday's wild chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and yesterday's tide is still rolling in the sea of flowers in winter. People can't see wild chrysanthemums from their eyes.

(About the author: Qian, male, from Tunchang, Hainan. Graduated from Chinese Department of Qiongzhou University, I like poetry and am diligent in poetry creation. I have published my works in many newspapers. )

Talking and singing

-Thoughts on Commemorating the "December 9" Movement

Author: Zhu Wenyan

The moon is thin and hung like a sickle for cutting grass.

In the night sky

The long hair of the stars caressed the rivers and mountains.

Whose hand is on my chest?

Beating the river and waves

Whose hand lit my eyes?

A never-ending bonfire at night

I listened attentively to the sound of a horseshoe watch.

Beating my fragile heart again and again.

No one will forget.

It penetrated the thick upper class and the historical days of the1February 9 movement.

Whether it's red wind or blood rain.

The voice of young people's blood boiling

incision

In the patriotic student movement of the Chinese people, the most

A touching chapter

The song extends from the horizon of China.

People are chanting

The times are listening

Farewell

If I shed tears and breathe fragrant.

Fix the true feelings at the peak of the high-pitched world

Step by step towards the forerunner

I saw countless delicate green hands scattered all over the floor.

Hold high the torch of happiness.

Full of sparks

Gradually condense into one

Warm heart

I saw his clear eyes.

A string of tears slipped.

He said the world belongs to you and me.

Wind, how to lift me up tonight?

Let me set foot on the moon and dance.

..... Tall trees are very big, and eagles spread their wings far away from Zhejiang.

The sword is a monument that burns like blood.

Thousands of miles are frozen, who sings "Qinyuan Spring Snow"?

……

Oh, my hardworking brothers and sisters.

Pull the wheel of life

Cycas buried in the bottom of my heart

The most brilliant 56 flowers were blossomed.

Let all my dreams

Stop on your generous shoulders.

The river that makes my thoughts.

It keeps flowing into your blazing blood vessels.

This is why I have surging feelings and love.

Ride the wind and waves, ride the wind and waves

……

two

Walk into the interior of poetry

Walk into the edge of life

The flute of spirit sings the fall of faith.

Like a lark song in the rainy season

In the fall and struggle of mankind

Under the weight of time

I hold the candle of life.

Touch the heroic spirit in my heart.

Sing a short eulogy

I just want to.

I just want to immerse myself in the pride of youth.

Fly over my humble symbol, my pain

Defend the tranquility and peace of peace.

Even in the coldest season

I also smile and pray.

Catch the warmest note.

Dancing barefoot

Have hands

I will hold trembling hope.

Turn thousands of years of wind and rain into stars

The most beautiful bluebird.

Has flown away from human childhood.

But my road has never left my yellow home.

Please give me something new and staring eyes.

Please give me listening ears and keen thinking.

Rebuild my weak chest

Oh, I'm flapping my wings.

think

Until it dissolves into a glume.

Shining on the blue planet

photic

star

(About the author: Zhu Wenyan, female, from Wanning, Hainan. 1997 graduated from the Chinese Department of Qiongzhou College. During my school days, some of my works were published in Modern Youth, Hainan Youth Daily and other newspapers, and some of my works were included in the book New Works of Contemporary Newcomers. He used to be the director of Tongshi Youth Literature Association and the president of Shancheng Literature Society of Qiongzhou University, and won many awards in essay competitions. )

Commemoration1February 9.

Author: Agropyron cristatum

The scene 64 years ago

As clear as yesterday.

A disaster-stricken country.

A country in danger.

Groaning in blood,

The struggle between internal and external troubles

And there is a description of hot water.

So pale and weak

The pain of splitting beans seems to be

Short and soft.

Beiping, finally broke out the backlog of inner cry.

Oppose autonomy in North China

Oppose the civil war and unite with the outside world

Roar through time and space

Such as1February 9, when thunder exploded.

Anger stretched out a hand like a forest.

Cleaning the streets of China city.

Land scorched by blood and fire

Has lost the tenderness of motherhood.

North China, a child abducted in the war.

Cry in despair and finally scream.

Mom, I won't leave you.

This cry shocked Qian Qian.

China people's heart.

This call accuses the National Government.

All kinds of ugly crimes

Soldiers who should have rushed to defend Xinjiang and defend the country.

But bravely killed their brothers and sisters.

A gun that should have been aimed at the enemy

But they are unscrupulously devouring their fellow villagers.

This is the scene 64 years ago.

This is the fuse of the December 9th Movement.

China children born in misery.

China Descendants of War Education

In times of national disaster and national peril.

Run and shout

People who don't want to lose their homes, get up, get up.

Shout out the storm inside us

Propagandize our thoughts of resisting Japan and saving the nation.

People who don't want to be conquered, get up, get up.

Dedicate our youth to the motherland.

Dedicate our lives to our mother.

In order to expel the Japanese invaders

In order to defend our sacred land

In order to defend the unyielding dignity of Chinese mothers

Our heads can be broken and our blood can flow.

Our bodies can be destroyed and our lives can rest in peace.

In China, as long as there is smoke, there is soil for the brave.

In China, as long as there is danger, there is a backbone.

In China, as long as there are young people, there is hope.

Today, we bid farewell to war and suffering.

What I can't say goodbye to is

Every word of blood and fire in history

What I can't say goodbye to is

Every hero in the December 9th Movement.

Today, we use hymns.

Remember the history of blood and tears writing

Carry forward the spirit of "December 9"

Between farewell and reminiscence, link the past with the future.

Look at me today, the mighty China.

Okay？