Index finger: Believe in the future
Ai Qing: I love this land
Shu Ting: My dear motherland
Yu Guangzhong's homesickness
Xu Zhimo's In Biekang Bridge
Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane < Years are like songs >
They are all things I like to recite at school.
The following is
the first song to commemorate the December 29th Movement:
That day
-to commemorate the December 29th Movement? The sixty-sixth anniversary of the 9th Movement
The wind of history
turned over the sixty-six-page calendar
That chilly day
began to be vivid
Deduced in my eyes
Snowflakes were no longer white
That cold winter
There was only one kind of cry
Like an iron horse
Stripped this ancient country
. The head
is branded with a
deep imprint
Time flies like the north wind
That day is yellow and gone
But can the shoulders of reality
bear
those once boiling passions
Days still stand on the back of the century
Staring silently
.
Is it like a sculpture
Standing forever
The second song:
In 1935, China's wild chrysanthemum
Qian Wanqing
On December 9, 1935, 6, 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. More than 1 people were injured and more than 3 people were arrested in the movement. In the winter of 1935 in China, the earth was full of wild chrysanthemums, as if they were heroes in the flames of war. They raise their bright heads and ask questions in the sky ...
A cold night in winter
A thick scroll of history
spread to the winter sixty years ago
There is always a roar of tide in such a night
There is always a fire burning
A house of 12 square meters
The temperature suddenly rises, and a pair of eyes
Sweat flows from the pores
The fragrance of the earth is strong < Knock on the door of the loess
On a crumpled fallen leaf
I saw a flaming winter
I saw 6, wild chrysanthemums
At the same time, a group of red chrysanthemums were opened.
Wild chrysanthemums in 1935
You held your head high at the sun
Call
Call
Broken the cold star of the twelve horns. > The Yellow River and the Yangtze River will be diverted from now on
Wild chrysanthemums
Wild chrysanthemums in 1935
Your thin roots cling to the earth
On the bricks and stones of xinhua gate, you knock on the doorbell of peace with your hands
The earth cracks
The maw devours the whole winter
Thirty peaceful voices
are trapped in a cage
Cage. ...
The whole land of China was awakened
All the dark nights were lit
My kind head was awakened
In the winter of 1935 in China, my blood was boiling
Like the blooming of wild chrysanthemums
How can I imagine that the enlightened rooster
landed on the dictator's plate
How can the Yellow River and the Yangtze River
be cut off from now on?
Maybe
we were born from the same root
We shared a river in the same home
How can gunfire burn
Wild Chrysanthemum in 1935
You were dressed in plain and beautiful flowers
In the winter of 1935
You died. Breathing in the sun
The stars are running in the air
The orbit is lying in the middle of the law
How peaceful it is
Why do you go off the rails
Bury the righteousness under the wheel
The dove of peace retreats at night
The bayonet is held high
The wild chrysanthemum in 1935
Six thousand flowers are clean and beautiful < > China, which warmed up in 1935
Every flame contains anger
Every flame contains a question
The fire enveloped the earth
The oppressed people all over the world
Today, I
sit quietly in front of history
see the winter of 1935
China's cracked land
open beautiful fields. This winter, the only thing that excites me is this day: loud voices and furious waves ... I can't describe its grandeur and sadness. Sixty years later, 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 look at the wild chrysanthemums from their eyes.
About the author: Qian Wanqing, male, from Tunchang, Hainan. Graduated from the Chinese Department of Qiongzhou University, I like poetry, and I am diligent in poetry creation. I have published my works in many newspapers and periodicals.
The third song:
Talk and sing
-Some thoughts on commemorating the December 9th Movement
Zhu Wenyan
The moon is thin and hangs like a sickle for mowing grass
In the night sky
The long hair of stars caresses rivers and hills
Whose hand is flapping the river and waves on my chest
. > knocking on my fragile heart again and again
No one can forget
the December 9th Movement, which penetrated the thick upper strata and historical days
No matter whether it was the red wind or the blood rain
the boiling voice of young people
cut
the most touching chapter in the patriotic student movement of the Chinese people
singing extended from the horizon of China < Farewell to weapons
If I shed tears and breathe fragrance
Fix my true feelings on the peak of the high-pitched world
Step by step closer to the pioneer
Put countless green tender hands
Holding the torch of happiness
Full of sparks
Gradually condensed into a
Warm heart
I saw his bright and clean pair. You and I
How can the wind lift me up tonight
Let me step on the moon and dance
... hentai, a tall tree, has eagle wings and is far away from Zhejiang
A sword is a monument, burning like blood
A thousand miles away is frozen, who sings "Spring and Snow in the Garden"
...
Oh, my hard-working brothers and sisters
are stirring the life. My dreams
all rest on your generous shoulders
Let the river of my thoughts
flow into your red-hot blood vessels
So I have surging feelings and love
splash yo splash yo
...
Second, walk into the poetry
walk into the edge of life
Spirit. Struggle
under the pressure of time
I hold the candle of life tightly
I touch the heroic spirit in my heart
I sing a small eulogy
I just want to
dip in the pride of youth
fly over my humble emblem
guard for peace, tranquility and harmony
even in the coldest season
.
With hands
I will hold trembling hopes
Turn thousands of years of wind and rain into stars
The bluebird has already flown away from human childhood in the most beautiful posture
But my road has not left my yellow home
Please give me new things and staring eyes
Please give me listening ears and keen thinking < Li
wants to
dissolve into a glume
a shining
star embedded in a blue planet
About the author: Zhu Wenyan, female, from Wanning, Hainan. Graduated from the Chinese Department of Qiongzhou University in 1997. During my school days, some works were published in Modern Youth, Hainan Youth Daily and other newspapers, and some 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.
No.4:
Commemorating the December 9th
The scene of Bingcao
sixty-four years ago is as vivid as yesterday
A disaster-stricken country
A dying nation
groaning in blood shed,
struggling at home and abroad
and the water is deep. Gentle
Beiping, finally broke out a backlog of inner cries
against the autonomy of North China
against the civil war, and unanimously
roared through time and space
exploded like thunder on December 9th
stretched out his hand like a forest
swept the streets of China city
the land burned by blood and fire
lost its maternal tenderness < Crying at the end of the screams
Mom, I won't leave you
This cry shocked the hearts of thousands of people in Qian Qian
China
This cry accused the National Government of
all kinds of ugly crimes
and should have taken the lead. Soldiers
who defend Xinjiang and defend the country are bravely killing their brothers and sisters
The guns that should have been aimed at the enemy
are devouring their hometown
This is the scene 64 years ago
This is the fuse of the December 9th Movement
The sons and daughters of Chinese people born of suffering
The descendants of Chinese people educated in war
are at the head of the national disaster. At the moment of national peril, people who don't want to lose their homes, get up, get up, shout out our inner storm, publicize our idea of resisting Japan and saving the nation, get up, people who don't want to be conquered people, Get up
Dedicate our youth to the motherland
Dedicate our lives to our mother
To drive out the Japanese invaders
To defend our sacred land
To defend the unyielding dignity of the Chinese mother
Our heads can be broken and our blood can be shed
Our bodies can be destroyed and our lives can rest
In China, as long as there is smoke, there is brave soil < There is hope
Today, we bid farewell to war and suffering
What we can't bid farewell to is
every word of blood and fire in history
What we can't bid farewell to is
every hero in the December 9th Movement
Today, we cherish the memory of that history written by blood and tears with holy poems
.