Modern poems in praise of heroes, modern poems about heroes?

Updated on culture 2024-07-23
4 answers
  1. Anonymous users2024-02-13

    Prisoner's Song Modern ยท Ye Ting.

    The door for people to get in and out was locked, the hole for the dog to crawl away was open, and a voice shouted:

    Climb out and give you freedom!

    I longed for freedom, but I also knew it

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

    I can only look forward to that day

    The fire of the earth rushes and burns this living coffin with me, and I deserve eternal life in fire and blood.

  2. Anonymous users2024-02-12

    Hymn to Heroes" sings heroes in the wind and smoke.

    The green mountains on all sides listen to the ears.

    On a sunny day, thunder beats the golden drum.

    The sea makes waves in harmony.

    The people's fighters drove the tigers and leopards.

    Sacrifice life and death for peace.

    Why is the battle flag so picturesque.

    The blood of heroes stained it red.

    Why is spring always there?

    The life of a hero blossoms.

    The hero jumps out of the trench.

    An electric light cracked into the sky.

    The ground is sunk in, and Duduan Mountain is blocked.

    The sky fell, and his hands were on his hands.

    Hold your feet in the blazing fire.

    Sparkling rainbow all over your body.

    Why the battle flag is so picturesque.

    Heroic. Blood stained it red.

    Why is spring always there?

    The life of a hero blossoms.

  3. Anonymous users2024-02-11

    Modern poems that praise heroes, listed below:a) Heroes

    We have to understand.

    Our lives are based on.

    The loyalty of countless people to the mission.

    Our happiness is in.

    The hot-blooded man is not afraid of danger and firmness.

    812" in a fire ** accident.

    In the face of a big ** fire.

    Those who bravely went forward and died bravely.

    Those active and non-active duty firefighters.

    All are brave heroes.

    Heroes must be honored.

    Regardless of their lifetime.

    Which class does it belong to.

    We must pay tribute to the heroes.

    Because they are the Great Wall of the country.

    Because they are the elite of the nation.

    Their sacrifice has given us the security of our lives, and their sacrifices have given us the stability of our years.

    Their sacrifices.

    It shows the great love of the world.

    Their sacrifices.

    It shows the true feelings of the world.

    They are the trendsetters of the times.

    They are the vanguard of protecting the peace of the motherland.

    They are worthy of the trust of the times.

    They are worthy of the respect of the people.

    They are the loveliest people of the new era.

    They are conscientious firefighters.

    2) This is the Hero

    Childhood. There is a supreme worship of heroes.

    Hero's dream.

    In the spotlight.

    On screen. Flowers and applause.

    Cheers and thumbs up.

    When I grow up. The concept of a hero became clear.

    Those who have achieved great things talk about heroes.

    Emperor Qin and Han Wu. Tang Dynasty Song Zu.

    Great achievements. Shake the earth.

    And now. The perception of heroes is what I believe.

    Hero. Often in obscurity.

    But. At every moment when a hero is needed.

    It is like flowers and plants looking for rain and dew.

    The night greets the dawn.

    Highlight the extraordinary side in this ordinary world.

    Heroes, there may be no worship of flowers and applause.

    What he has.

    It's just that. Blood.

    Tears and sweat.

    That's the hero.

    A noun that will always be loud.

    That's the hero.

    An indelible spirit.

  4. Anonymous users2024-02-10

    Heaven and earth are brewing and waiting, and mountains and rivers are brewing hope.

    Where, a person, in an age of war and strife and silence.

    Born in season.

    It is the arrangement of fate and the creation of the times.

    made him great.

    That husband should not be opened, scolding Fang Xuan, saving the country and saving the people from dire straits.

    He fulfilled his mission and realized his value of being a son of a cow.

    As time goes by, after all, his name will remain in history.

    People put him in the form of sculpture in the most prominent place.

    Remembering him in various ways, it is not possible to gradually move away.

    It's history.

    Now, we are the one who represents an era.

    Or a symbol.

    Or the sustenance in our hearts.

    His blood brought us peace today.

    How can we count our ancestors and forget the classics?

    Don't forget your ancestors.

    With our most sincere hearts, sincere feelings.

    Come to praise the noble and sing the praises of the heroes.

    Someone will remember us in the future.

    Hero. Because history always remembers an era, a group of people, and heroes.

    Civilization is rich in nobility.

    Hero, the angel in white who saves the wounded, pure and noble.

    Heroes, soldiers who go to the battlefield to fight, loyal and great.

    Heroes, desperate for the sake of people, their eternal greatness;

    Because they have a pure heart, because they have a kind heart, because they have a patriotic heart!

    Seasons change. The years are golden.

    Relentless growth rings.

    Paste into the wrinkles in front of the forehead.

    History. How many did you send away.

    Meaningful or nonsensical people.

    Who turned a vivid page in history.

    Success and defeat are full of pride.

    Who wrote the vivid story himself.

    You have been etched into history with this story for generations to come.

    Heroes. And put down the bow in his hand and drink it all.

    This glass of spirits. The bent moon in your eyes.

    Dilute. Listen to the trumpets in this barracks.

    Who are you rewriting history for.

    Traitors and robbers. Your steel knife shines.

    Confidant. Your eyes are dripping with snow.

    Meng Lianggu, a hot land for heroes.

    In the Song Dynasty. Meng Liang and Jiao Zan's feather arrows.

    Shoot down the scimitar of the Liao.

    The nation, the national soul of the tenacious and progressive heroes.

    Here it takes root, grows.

    On the stamen of the red mountain, it blooms.

    The legend of the blood-stained robes.

    The image of standing up to the sky.

    As the morning sun rises.

    The land of heroes is destined to have heroic feats.

    History remembers you again.

    In 1947, **, Su Yu from the ancients.

    The sound of knives and arrows came. In the shadow of Meng Liang and Jiao Zan.

    Waved. A big war that shocked China and the rest of the world.

    Perform. Among the million-strong army, take the rank of lieutenant general.

    74th Division, in ashes.

    The Kuomintang's attempt to focus on attacking Shandong is here.

    End. The earth-shattering sound of Huaye battlefield.

    So far, it has been exhibited on the August 1st military flag.

    The blood-stained land, the heart has been shaken.

    Every heartbeat is a bloody faith.

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