Song 1:
That Day
——Commemorating the 66th Anniversary of the December 9th Movement
Big Bad Wolf Luo Gram
The wind of history
turned over the sixty-six pages of the calendar
That cold and soothing day
began to be vivid
Perform in my eyes
Snowflakes are no longer white
That cold winter
There is only one kind
The cry of an iron horse
Peeled off the ancient country
The heavy coat
Revealing the scarred body
A drop of blood
Splashed on my forehead
Branded a deep mark
Time is like the north wind
whistling by
That day was pale and gone
But the shoulders of reality
Can it bear it
Those who were once boiling Passion
The days are still standing
on the back of the century
Looking silently
Out the window
The sunshine is gentle
Touch the earth
But I don’t know if in its memory
that day
is like a sculpture
Standing Forever
Second Song:
1935, Wild Chrysanthemums in China
Qian Wanqing
1935 December January 9th. Six thousand students in Peiping gathered at Xinhua Gate to protest against the Kuomintang government's policy of not Hangzhou. They were suppressed by the Kuomintang government. During the movement, more than 100 students were injured and more than 30 people were arrested.
In the winter of 1935 in China, the ground was covered with wild chrysanthemums, like heroic souls blooming in the smoke and flames of war. They raised their bright heads and asked questions to the sky...
On a cold night in winter
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A thick volume of history
It stretches back to the winter of sixty years ago
There is always the sound of the tide roaring in such a night
There is always Burning fire
A house of twelve square meters
The temperature rises suddenly in a pair of eyes
Sweat flows from the pores
The fragrance of flowers on the earth is just right Concentrated
Where were you in my fate a decade ago
I knocked on the door of the loess
In a withered place On the fallen leaves
See the fiery red winter
See six thousand wild chrysanthemums
At the same time, a line of red people bloomed
The wild Chrysanthemums Wild chrysanthemums in 1935
You raise your head and point it at the sun
Calling
Calling
Broken
< p>The twelve-pointed cold star hugged meA hundred wounds were bleeding simultaneously
The land under my feet was held in my hands
The Yellow River and the Yangtze River will be diverted from now on< /p>
Wild chrysanthemums Wild chrysanthemums in 1935
Your thin roots hug the earth
On the bricks of Xinhua Gate
Both hands Ringing the doorbell of peace
The earth cracked
The bloody mouth swallowed the whole winter
Thirty voices of peace
Trapped in Inside the cage
Outside the cage
Every day there is a sound like a roaring tide
From Peking to Nanjing
To Wuhan and Guangzhou...
The whole land of China was awakened
All the lights were on in the dark night
The kind heads were awakened
In China in 1935 Winter
The blood is boiling
Like the wild chrysanthemums blooming on the earth
How can one imagine the enlightened rooster
falling on the dictator's plate
How to stop the flow of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River
From now on
Wild Chrysanthemums Wild chrysanthemums in 1935
You run around telling each other
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Perhaps
We are born from the same roots
We share the same home and drink from the same river
In the space between lips and teeth
How can artillery fire ignite
Wild chrysanthemums Wild chrysanthemums in 1935
You hold the faint fragrance of flowers in your hands
Wear simple and beautiful clothes
< p>In the winter of 1935Go into the fire and ask the sun
The crowd across the ocean
What are you trying to exchange for your life
Life breathes under the sun
Stars move in the sky
The orbit lies in the middle of the law
How peaceful such a day is
< p>Why are you acting deviantlyBurying justice under the wheel
The dove of peace retreats into the night
The bayonet is raised above the head
Wild chrysanthemums Wild chrysanthemums in 1935
Six thousand pure and beautiful flowers
Burned at the same time
Burning China red in 1935
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China heated up in 1935
Every flame contained anger
Every flame contained blame
The flames enveloped Covered the earth
Shrouded the ravaged people all over the world
Today I
Sitting quietly in front of history
Seeing the winter of 1935< /p>
The parched land of China
Beautiful wild chrysanthemums are blooming
The blood is still wet
The subtle fragrance flows in the eyes again
Postscript
This winter, the only thing I saw was the wild chrysanthemums all over the mountains and plains. This winter, the only thing that can excite me is this day: the shouts are loud and the anger is like wild waves... I can no longer describe its magnificence and tragedy. Sixty years later, yesterday’s wild chrysanthemums are still in full bloom, and yesterday’s waves are still rolling in the sea of ??winter flowers. Looking at the wild chrysanthemums, people can't see the brilliance from their eyes.
About the author: Qian Wanqing, male, from Tunchang, Hainan. Graduated from the Chinese Department of Qiongzhou University. He loves poetry and is diligent in poetry creation. He has published works in many newspapers and periodicals.
The third song:
Confessing and singing
——Reflections on commemorating the December 9th Movement
Zhu Wenyan
One
The moon is thin and hangs like a grass-cutting sickle
In the night sky
The long hair of the stars caresses the rivers and hills
Whose hand is on my chest
Flapping the river water and waves
Whose hand is lighting up my eyes
Long night The bonfire of the resting fire
I listened to the sound of the horseshoe watch
It beat my fragile heart again and again
No one can forget it
The days of the December 9th Movement that pierced through the thick upper class and history
No matter it was a bloody storm or a bloody rain
The heartbeat of young people
Cut off
The most moving chapter in the patriotic student movement of the Yanhuang descendants
Singing extends from the horizon of the land of China
The people are in Reciting
The times are listening
Farewell to weapons
I shed tears and breathe the fragrance
The true feelings are fixed in the high-pitched world On the peak
Step by step towards the pioneers
See countless green and tender little hands all over the ground
Holding high the torch of happiness
The big sparks
gradually condensed into one
warm heart
I saw his bright eyes
A string of tears fell down
He said the world is just you and me
How the wind lifts me up tonight
Let me step on the moon and the flowers Reclamation dance
...The tall tree mourns the wind and the eagle's wings are far away in Zhejiang
The long sword is a monument and the flames are like blood
Who sings "Qin Yuan Chun" thousands of miles away in ice. Snow"
......
Oh my hard-working brothers and sisters
Turn the wheel of life
Buried deep in my heart The iron tree
has bloomed the most brilliant fifty-six flowers
Let all my dreams
stop on your generous shoulders
Let the river of my thoughts flow into your red blood vessels continuously
That’s why I have surging love and affection
Splashing by the waves, splashing by the waves
......
II
Into the inside of poetry
Into the edge of life< /p>
The spiritual cave flute sings the fallen hero of faith
Like the song of the skylark in the rainy season
In the decline and struggle of the human race
Under the weight of time
I hold tightly to the candlelight of life
Touch the heroic atmosphere deep in my heart
Sing small praises
I just want
I just want to be dipped in the pride of youth
Fly over my humbleness and my pain
For peace and tranquility Guard
Even in the coldest season
I smile and pray
Keep the warmest notes
Bare feet And Wu
Has hands
I will hold up the trembling hope
Turn the wind, rain and coldness of thousands of years into little stars
The blue bird in the most beautiful posture
has long flown away from human childhood
But my road has never left my yellow-skinned home
Please give me My new things and eyes to watch
Please give me a listening ear and a sharp mind
Rebuild my weak chest
Oh, I slap my fan Winged Shang Geli
Thinking
until it dissolves into a ying
Sparkling in the blue planet
Light< /p>
Stars
About the author: Zhu Wenyan, female, from Wanning, Hainan. Graduated from the Chinese Department of Qiongzhou University in 1997.
While in school, some of his works were published in newspapers such as "Modern Youth" and "Hainan Youth Daily", and some of his works were included in the book "New Works by Contemporary Newcomers". He once served as a director of the Tongshi Prefecture Youth Literature Association and the president of the Shancheng Literary Society of Qiongzhou University. He has won many awards in essay competitions.
The fourth song:
Commemorating December 9
Wingcao
The scene sixty-four years ago
I can still remember it as vividly as yesterday
A country in deep disaster
A nation in danger
Moaning in the bloody storm,< /p>
Struggling amid internal and external troubles
The description of "water deep and hot" seems
so pale and weak
The torment of carving up the beans seems< /p>
So brief and gentle
Beiping finally burst out with its pent-up inner cries
Opposed North China’s autonomy
Opposed civil war and unanimously responded to the outside world
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A roar that traveled through time and space
Like thunder on December 9
Anger stretched out a forest-like hand
The storm that swept through Chinese cities Streets
A land scorched with blood and fire
Has lost maternal tenderness
North China, a child abducted during the war
Crying in despair
Mom, I don’t want to leave you
This cry shocked thousands of people
The hearts of the Chinese people
This cry accuses the National Government of all kinds of ugly crimes
The soldiers who should have been charging into the battle to defend the country
But he is bravely killing his brothers and sisters
The guns that should be aimed at the enemy
But he is devouring his own fathers and fellow countrymen without restraint
This is what happened sixty-four years ago
This is the trigger of the December 9th Movement
The Chinese children born of suffering
War education for the descendants of Yan and Huang
At the moment of national crisis and national peril
Running around and calling
People who don’t want to lose their homes, get up, get up
Shout out the storm in our hearts
Promote our ideas of resisting Japan and saving the nation
Those who do not want to be slaves to the subjugation of the country, get up, get up
Set up our Dedicate our youth to the motherland
Dedicate our lives to our mother
To expel the Japanese invaders
To defend our sacred land
For Defend the unyielding dignity of Chinese mothers
Our heads can be cut off and blood can be shed
Our bodies can be destroyed and our lives can be lost
In China, as long as there is gunpowder smoke, There is brave land
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 say goodbye War, bid farewell to suffering
What cannot be said goodbye to is
Every word of blood and fire in history
What cannot be said to be said to is
< p>Every hero in the December 9th MovementToday, we use holy poems
to remember the history written with blood and tears
Carry forward The kind of spirit forged on December 9
Between farewell and remembrance, we can build on the past and the future
Please see my mighty China today
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This website is dedicated to commemorating the December 9th Movement by the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League and the National Federation of Students. I suggest you refer to it!!