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.
2. 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 Jianghong _ 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
3. A "Martyr's Memorial Poetry" Guo Moruo is a heroine in Shu, and there are still traces of good jade in the stone pillars.
Zhao Yiman is sung in the four seas today, and the whole people will always remember this female pioneer. Youth for power, game-writing protocol will be popular all over the world.
The northeast and southwest rise, and the Pearl River overflows the east wind for hundreds of millions of years. Cold food wild hope song "crows and magpies are noisy and faint trees, and those who eat cold food in Qingming will cry."
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green. Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival Beaver Crossing the Road Fan Chengda showered with towels and wore a hat.
Flowers bloom in the mountains and willows lie in the water. Shimali Road, the kite is flying.
(Tufan) After the departure, the blackbird was in the west and the east, and I used poetry to pay homage to the martyrs' Qingming in spring. It was a misty rain in the rainy season, wrapped in the memory of the heroic spirit of the martyrs, floating among pines and cypresses and turning into spring flowers, which made people no longer cold. I walked to your grave with a bunch of flowers in my hand. The falling rain is the tears I pour out to you, although I have never seen your face. However, my heart is bathed in the sunshine you combed, and I am grateful for all the rising China you have given me. Because you sacrificed the five-star red flag that rises every day in the battle, your blood is condensed. You retired in the dawn of victory, and in the beautiful life, you turned into a monument, dragging your blessing on the earth like a spring breeze. When Qian Qian's thousands of martyrs Tomb-Sweeping Day come, go home and see your hometown and future generations. Live in happiness tonight, where your souls will rest in peace to commemorate the poems of the martyrs. Looking back a hundred years, the old China was bullied by foreign powers, lost its sovereignty, shattered mountains and rivers, and caused untold suffering. 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 hold up tomorrow's sun with1300 million double arms, and rockets, satellites and artificial spacecraft will lead to every corner of the moon, Venus and Mars universe ... Second, imagine, let our eyes penetrate a billion walls, rush to the Great Wall and rush to the Yellow River on this autumn night. 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 in the Great Wall. The Forbidden City often reads out your Frank Yellow Land, the Yellow River crashing into the shore, the Silk Road and the magical Dunhuang murals in a clear voice on a moonlit night. In five thousand years of rain and snow, you have nurtured all the creatures that belong to you. Yesterday and June, the storm swept away and you walked in the wind. Predict the dawn in the cold night, your smile melts our tears, and the sun finally belongs to people. After a long time, we stopped at night and the figure began to drift silently in your sight. In your blessing, we are deeply introspective. Please meditate on the poem we sent you. Wandering can't break mom's heart! I can't cover everything about you. Calling softly in this quiet autumn night. Oh, motherland, our lovely mother Huang! Qingming I use poetry to pay homage to the Qingming martyrs in spring. This is a misty rain in the rainy season. It is intertwined with the heroism of the martyrs who miss the martyrs. It floats among pines and cypresses and turns into spring flowers, which makes people no longer cold. I walked to your grave with a bunch of flowers in my hand. The falling rain is the tears I told you. Although I have never seen your face, my heart is bathed in the sunshine you combed. Thank you for everything you gave me, the rising China, because you sacrificed the five-star red flag that rises every day in the battle and condensed your blood. You retired at the dawn of victory. In the beautiful life, you have become a monument, and your blessings float on the earth like spring breeze. When Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, go home. Your hometown and future generations live in happiness. Tonight, your souls will rest there.
4. Some people are alive, but they are dead. Some people are dead, but they are still alive! Even if the chivalrous bone smells sweet, it is worthy of the famous saying of Chen Hui (revolutionary martyr, died in the scum hole) in the chivalrous man by the British and Li Bai: "The soldier's grave is brighter than the slave's paradise."
Jiang Guangci, a revolutionary martyr, wrote: May my heart and blood turn into wild holy water and cleanse the filthy world! May my heart and blood turn into bright red light and shine brightly on the dark earth! May the bright flowers I have worked so hard to bloom make people's hearts penetrate the earth! May the sound of my painstaking efforts fly deep into people's eardrums! Revolutionary martyr Xia: Kill me, and descendants. Xia: "beheading doesn't matter, as long as the doctrine is true." Qi Jiguang famously said, "It is not my wish to seal a Hou, but I hope it will be high." A hot heart will melt the ice and snow.
-A famous saying of martyr Qiu Huaigu before his heroic sacrifice: "Comrades, don't forget us when you win." In order to avoid the suffering of the next generation, I would like to sit at the bottom of the prison! Deng Zhongxia, a revolutionary martyr, famously said, "There is only one death in life, so it is meaningful to live and valuable to die."
Don't be kind to Xiao Xiao —— Zhu Xuemian's thoughts and poems of revolutionary martyrs: Comrade Li Dazhao, a revolutionary martyr, famously said, "May my dear youth be born in youth and die in youth." .
5. What's 1 in Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems in memory of heroes? It is the painstaking efforts of Niu Shan for thousands of years and the greatest achievement in those years. The beginning of the bend ends in the sky, and the royal family is specially sealed.
2, solid in self-blame, breaking its disadvantages. Therefore, Focha's heart is ruined, and it is not a fault to be embarrassed.
3. Sun Tzu's heroic legacy remains the same as that of a hundred generations of gods. Fifteen wonderful books, such as Ling Xiangru.
4. Drive straight ahead, and Tongjiang was swept away. Whether to go to the north or not is my business. I dare to say anything when I come back.
5, breaking the enemy Jincheng thunder, talking about the soldiers and jade account ice cheeks. Think of Wang Lang, get rich and join the army, carry on the family line.
6, accompany you to drink, drink wine, and visit the ancient river. Gong Jin and Zhong Mou are not hanged, but a wave of immortals and heroes.
7, hanging the old man, looking at portraits, knowing heroes and heroes, hanging through the ages.
8, the heart is not cold, the feeling is still hot. Sigh jade broken, pity broken. Envy a barren land and live a heroic life.
6. Some people are alive, but they are dead. Some people are dead, but they are still alive!
Only when you die of chivalry can you be worthy of Li Bai's chivalrous journey on earth.
Chen Hui's famous saying: "The graves of soldiers are brighter than the paradise of slaves."
Poems by revolutionary martyr Jiang Guangci:
May my heart and blood turn into wild holy water and wash away the filthy world!
May my heart and blood turn into bright red light and shine brightly on the dark earth!
May the bright flowers I have worked so hard to bloom make people's hearts penetrate the earth!
May the sound of my painstaking efforts fly deep into people's eardrums!
Revolutionary martyr Xia: Kill me and others.
Xia: "It doesn't matter if you behead, as long as the doctrine is true."
Qi Jiguang famously said, "I don't want to seal Hou, I hope that the sea will be flat."
A hot heart will melt the ice and snow. -Poems of Revolutionary Martyrs
A famous saying of Qiu Huaigu's martyr before his heroic sacrifice: "Comrades, don't forget us when you win."
In order to avoid the suffering of the next generation, I would like to sit at the bottom of the prison! "
Deng Zhongxia, a revolutionary martyr, famously said, "There is only one death in life, so live meaningfully and die worthily."
Ignore those Whispering Beards —— Zhu Xuemian's revolutionary martyr feelings and poems
Comrade Li Dazhao, a revolutionary martyr, has a famous saying: "May my dear youth be born in youth and die in youth."
7. The poem "Song of 1911 Wuchang Shouyi" about the memory of martyrs.
The smoke is rolling, and the Coalition forces are fierce.
On this day, I am still sleeping.
This treaty is long and privileged.
The powerful man held the scepter tighter.
It's winter in bustling China.
Progressive ideas are already growing.
It's a bright night in China.
The spark of revolution is already burning and shining.
In a turbulent era, Wuchang is full of high fighting spirit.
On the Yellow Crane Tower, the Literary Society set up a parade ground.
On the bank of Qingchuan Pavilion, Gong Jin society has established a complete martial arts school.
Revolutionary party, planning is full.
Revolutionary organs, but the explosion rang.
On the occasion of the party's life and death, the success or failure of the revolution is at stake.
Soldiers from the engineering battalion fired the first shot of the uprising.
Fired this groundbreaking shot.
Chu Wangtai immediately assembled military forces, and the gunfire was loud.
Wuchang city quickly stormed the supervisory office and was on fire on all sides.
Qing slaves collapsed and fled for their lives.
The warriors were on a roll and made great contributions to the recovery of Wuchang.
The horn of revolution sounded in the sky.
Heroic sons and daughters, go to the battlefield of saving the country
The spark of revolution burns brightly in the dark.
The land of China quickly ignited the flame of the sky.
The flames are blazing, and they are already shining.
How unstoppable the rotation of the steam wheel is.
A single spark lit up the confused eyes
Start a prairie fire and ignite a blocked atrium.
The fire of revolution lit up the night in China.
The fire will light up China's tomorrow.
8. Poems in memory of martyrs 1: Buji-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.
9. 10 The famous words commemorating the martyrs shocked the wind and rain, and the poems made the gods cry. (Du Fu) Don't cut the false body but be elegant, and instead seek more benefits from teachers. (Du Fu) learned a lot, took almost the same, accumulated a lot, and made fine hair. (Su Shi) Study, interrogate, think carefully, distinguish clearly and persist. (Book of Rites) I don't know the thickness of the land until I get near the deep stream. (Xunzi) Fly to the sky if you don't fly. If you don't say it, it will be a blockbuster. (Sima Qian) Don't worry about people who don't know yourself, but you don't know people. (Confucius) Nothing ventured, nothing gained? (Han Shu) No traffic jams, no traffic, no more. I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am on this mountain. (Su Shi) I am not afraid of floating clouds covering my eyes, but I am at the highest level. (Wang Anshi) No rules, no Fiona Fang. (Mencius).
10. The poem "Song of 1911, Shouyi Wuchang" commemorates the martyrs. The smoke is rolling and the allies are aggressive. On this day, the dream is still long, the privilege is still long, and the power is more tightly grasped. This is the idea of winter progress in prosperous China, and it is already growing. It was the spark of China's brilliant night revolution. It is already an era of burning and shining, and the literary society is on the Yellow Crane Tower in Wuchang, with high morale. Gong Jin learned to set up a revolutionary party in Quanwutang, only to plan a complete revolutionary organization. But when party member was in danger, the success or failure of the revolution became a critical moment, and the warriors in the engineering camp fired the first shot of the uprising-a groundbreaking shot was fired, and the military forces immediately assembled. Gunfire, Wuchang city quickly stormed the governor's office, fire on all sides, the slaves were devastated. Warriors who fled for their lives mushroomed and set up the Wuchang Revolution. The revolutionary spark of saving the nation from extinction on the battlefield lit up the land of China in the dark night and quickly ignited a raging flame. The fireboat kept spinning and was unstoppable. It ignited a prairie fire with confused eyes, a revolutionary fire with a closed mind, a great fire with China night, and China's tomorrow.