In front of the martyr s tomb poem, Standing at the Martyr s Tomb poem

Stepping on the Qingming rain, the beloved martyrs, facing the Qingming wind. Please pour your feelings into our hearts, we come to the graves of the martyrs, please call your last wishes into our hands.

Lay a wreath and offer the deep affection of the Young Pioneers. Martyrs, have you ever heard the countless calls of the red scarf?

In the mausoleums, we swear:

Sleep the beloved martyrs. For the happiness of the people, on the steles, for the prosperity of the motherland.

It is engraved with the wisdom of the martyrs. For the sake of the communist tomorrow, the martyrs have made countless earth-shattering shouts, as strong and loyal as you.

It became the sound of the salute of the birth of New China. I want to live like you, fight like that.

The whole chest of the red scarf, we swear:

That's the corner of the red flag. Forever integrate your will, which was woven by the martyrs with their lives, We swear:

It was dyed with the blood of the martyrs. Always ready for the communist tomorrow.

Stepping on the clear rain.

Facing the clear wind.

We came to the tomb of the martyrs.

Lay a wreath. Offering the deep affection of the Young Pioneers.

in mausoleums.

Sleep the beloved martyrs.

on a piece of stele stone.

Engraved with the heroism of the martyrs.

Martyrs countless times.

Heroic fighting.

In exchange for the bright future of New China.

A red scarf on the chest.

That's the corner of the red flag.

It was dyed red with the blood of martyrs.

It was woven from the lives of martyrs.

I swear. For the happiness of the people.

For the prosperity of the Motherland.

For the communist tomorrow.

Be as strong and loyal as you are.

Live like you fight like you do.

Standing in front of the martyr's tomb to write on April 4, our ancestors designated this day as Qingming Festival. It was drizzling, and the rain made the road ahead hazy. In front of the tomb of the martyrs of Houtuqiao, I was gazing and couldn't help but think of the revolutionary past......The tombs of revolutionary martyrs always have a solemn aura.

Because they were on the battlefield back then, for the interests of the people, they were not afraid of sacrifice, they marched forward bravely, and they had the noble and single-minded psychology of serving the people, and of course they died vigorously. Their immortal heroic souls still defend the motherland and surround the tomb. This makes the Martyrs' Tomb so sacred and awe-inspiring, and if you can't help but recall the past, it is a mixed feeling.

Now, I am standing in front of the martyrs' tombs, standing in front of the tombs of the martyrs of Houtuqiao, as if the scenes of them charging into battle for the victory of New China are unfolding in front of me, and they do not hesitate to sacrifice their lives for a better tomorrow, turning into heroic souls and blood, attached to the borders of the motherland, and scattered in the land of the motherland. How can this immortal spirit, this steely soul, not be admired by people? The thought of this brings tears to my eyes.

I wiped the ashes of the stele that sealed the past, in this Qingming Festival, although the rain was clear, so that a strong breath of strength poured into my heart. This blood, this strength, is nothing more than the greatest harvest of my limbs standing in front of the martyrs' tombs today and cleaning the martyrs' tombs. He will be immortal in my heart all the days of his life.

The poems dedicated to the martyrs are: "Heroes", "Dedicated to the Martyrs", "Commemoration of Heroes", "Remembering the Martyrs", "Heroes" and so on.

1, "Hero".

You are studying hard, you are working hard.

Originally, you were running a business, and you were originally farming in difficulty.

But when the flames of war burn in your house, you are all warriors at once.

In order to save the motherland in distress, raise the broadsword and charge at the enemy.

2, "Dedicated to the Martyrs".

Use broken bones as a cornerstone.

Make concrete out of solidified blood.

Laying a tombstone for a martyr.

In the dirt, many eighteen-year-old souls sleep.

A flock of white doves, perched on the top of the solemn monument.

The ashes of the incense burned out are covered with the footprints of the memorial service.

Creeping bloody flesh supports the back of a nation.

3, "In Memory of Heroes".

It was a wake-up of painful memories.

This is an unprecedented nostalgia and reverence for Yanchang.

This is the most holy and pious tribute.

This is an encouragement of the will of the people.

This is a sacrifice for the soul of the nation.

Martyrs, loyal and courageous, sacrificing their lives for righteousness.

Martyrs, with lofty aspirations, sacrificed for a just cause.

Martyrs have integrity and ambition.

4, "In Memory of the Martyrs".

In March, everything recovers and is full of spring.

March is the most desirable day.

People will never forget to pay respects to the tombs of the martyrs and remember the revolutionary martyrs.

See the deeds of the martyrs, learn the spirit of the martyrs, and embark on a red journey.

5, "Strong Man".

Eight hundred strong men and eight hundred storms.

Let you run aground beautifully, let you sink tragically.

Face the sleeping life.

I weave wreaths with clear weather.

Separated by bronze armor and ancient battlefields.

Hanging quietly budding souls.

Beishan Martyrs Cemetery.

A back made of blood and life.

It has been forgotten by history as a cold season.

The great truth and our happiness are also there.

Alienated from reality, the rejection of the latecomer.

The cemetery is surrounded by indifference.

My flower basket is close to the textbooks of my childhood.

Here has been lost.

The oath of joining the Young Pioneers collectively thirty years ago.

Martyrs are better left without a spirit in heaven.

You're a lot less sentimental.

I have lost a lot of poetic language.

In front of the martyr's tomb. Approach gently.

Silently watching.

I want to use the piety of lighting a pillar of incense.

Tell you: this year is not the same as before.

Before my mother came, there was a lack of handmade cloth shoes.

It's because my mother saved up for you that she didn't have enough money for two years.

Got on the wrong train to heaven.

You take a monument of desolation and profundity.

Prove to time.

The posture of a generation of fallen and standing.

You become a martyr, but you don't know what a martyr is.

It's like Junzilan doesn't know what to do with Junzi.

The moment you crawl in the blood.

You have given a heart back to Mother Earth in its entirety.

You don't know how many of these hearts there are.

Converge into a huge dissolution stream.

Only then did it erupt a splendid China.

I associate a country's birthday with you.

Is it a big fuss.

Fellow, I'm just a humble dust.

My smile and crying were nothing.

I miss it in my way.

If you could turn back 20 years.

I will use my spring wave of singing.

Sing for you, sing for my country.

The righteous poems are full of wind and snow, why should the revolution be afraid of cutting off the head?

Leave Zixu arrogant, and return to the king of Chu for three years!

The head of the poem can be broken, the limb can be broken, and the revolutionary spirit is indestructible.

The head of a strong man is a party fall, and the body of a hero is a group split.

It doesn't matter if the poem is beheaded, as long as the doctrine is true.

Killed Xia Minghan, and later generations.

Goldfish Fish are free, but people are prisoners.

Nursery rhyme The folk family is Hessesen, and the official family is a lamp.

The private pot is facing the sky, and the official family eats soup balls.

"Qingming" Du Mu.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village.

Qingming (Song) Wang Yuyan.

There are no flowers and no wine to pass the Qingming, and the interest is like a wild monk.

Yesterday, the neighbor begged for a new fire, and the dawn window was divided with the reading lamp.

Su Di Qingming is the matter (Song) Wu Weixin.

The pear blossom wind is clear, and the wanderer is looking for spring and half out of the city.

The sunset sheng song is cleaned up, and 10,000 willows are warblers.

The outskirts are the things (Song) Cheng Hao.

The grass and green fields act arbitrarily, and the spring enters the mountains and greens;

Xing chases the chaotic red through the willow lane, and sits on the moss because of the flowing water;

Mo Cizhan wine is very persuasive, only afraid of the wind and red;

In addition, the weather is clear and clear, so you might as well travel and don't forget to return.

Send Chen Xiucai back to the tomb of Shashang Province (Ming) Gao Qi.

Covered with blood, tears and dust, it is also possible to mourn when returning to the hometown after chaos.

After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms have been eaten in the cold, how many descendants from the grave have come?

Qingjiang Yin, Qingming Sunrise Tour (Ming) Wang Pan.

Q: Where is the smoking ban in the West Building?

Green Fields Sunny Sky Road.

The horse wears the willows and neighses, the people lean on the swing and laugh, and the warbler flower teaches the spring drunk.

Lumen is the matter (Tang) Zhang Ji.

The ploughman recruits the love building boat, and the spring grass is green and green;

Try to go to Wumen to peep at the county Guo, there are new smoke in several places in Qingming.

Qingming (Song) Huang Tingjian.

During the festival, the peach and plum smile, and Noda Arazuka is worried.

The thunder is shocking, the dragon and the snake are stinging, and the rain is soft in the suburbs.

Farewell to the end of the world is not allowed to worry, and all the hatred will be in vain. Why drink the Huanglong Mansion and build the Shenzhou Wind and Rain Tower.

The righteous poems are full of wind and snow, why should the revolution be afraid of cutting off the head?

Leave Zixu arrogant, and return to the king of Chu for three years!

The head of the poem can be broken, the limb can be broken, and the revolutionary spirit is indestructible.

The head of a strong man is a party fall, and the body of a hero is a group split.

It doesn't matter if the poem is beheaded, as long as the doctrine is true.

Killed Xia Minghan, and later generations.

Goldfish Fish are free, but people are prisoners.

Nursery rhyme The folk family is Hessesen, and the official family is a lamp.

The private pot is facing the sky, and the official family eats soup balls.

"Please rest assured, martyrs".

Thousands of heroes, monuments in our hearts, ancestors we revere infinitely.

We are determined to learn from you, to carry on your legacy and to carry forward your spirit.

If I were a ray of sunshine, I would like to emit strong light and heat;

If I were a drop of spring water, I would quench the thirst of the earth;

If I were a handful of clay, I would like to raise strong seedlings;

If I were a drop of oil, I would like to move the speeding train;

If I were a colored pen, I would like to paint beautiful scenery;

If I were a string, I would like to play the hymn of the times.

Please rest assured, martyrs, today, we will definitely study hard and exercise hard;

Tomorrow, we will certainly be able to shoulder the heavy burden of building the motherland.

The interests of the people are above all else, and this is the oath of us, the members of the Chinese Young Pioneers.

The righteous poems are full of wind and snow, why should the revolution be afraid of cutting off the head?

Leave Zixu arrogant, and return to the king of Chu for three years!

The head of the poem can be broken, the limb can be broken, and the revolutionary spirit is indestructible.

The head of a strong man is a party fall, and the body of a hero is a group split.

It doesn't matter if the poem is beheaded, as long as the doctrine is true.

Killed Xia Minghan, and later generations.

Goldfish Fish are free, but people are prisoners.

Nursery rhyme The folk family is Hessesen, and the official family is a lamp.

The private pot is facing the sky, and the official family eats soup balls.

In March, everything recovers and is full of spring.

March, the most desirable day.

People will never forget to pay tribute to the martyrs' tombs to remember the revolutionary martyrs, see the deeds of the martyrs, learn the spirit of the martyrs, and embark on a red journey.

Did you see it, did you hear it, did you feel it?

The bravery of the revolutionary martyrs and the hard-won good life today!

At this moment, my heart is surging, can we walk in the footsteps of the martyrs?!

Can we carry the red flag?

When I was in kindergarten, I learned from my parents and teachers about Qiu Shaoyun's deeds, and that the Communists' unyielding strength in the face of the enemy's butcher's knife was deeply rooted in my young heart.

The deeds are so magnificent.

I also read from books that our revolutionary ancestors fought bravely for the happiness of the people, the liberation of the nation, and the future of the motherland.

Stand in front of the monument.

Can we be as unrepentant and uncomplaining as the martyrs?

Now, in carrying out modernization, how can we realize the legacy of the martyrs?

In the face of the martyrs, I feel that as an ordinary primary school student, we should hold up the banner of national rejuvenation!

We use our lives to write wonderful lives like martyrs, and the strength of the motherland depends on ourselves!

The Seven Laws: The Long March.

The Red Army is not afraid of difficult expeditions, and thousands of rivers and mountains are just waiting for leisure.

The five ridges are soaring and the waves are thin, and the Wumeng is majestic and walks the mud pills.

The golden sand water beats the clouds and cliffs warm, and the Dadu Bridge is cold.

I like the snow of Minshan Mountain for thousands of miles, and the three armies are happy after the end.

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Qingming Festival commemorates the martyrs' poems.

200 words. Standing in front of the tomb. I felt as if I heard the faint sound of a military trumpet.

Rows of martyrs' tombs are summoned.

Like a group of mighty soldiers.

Ready. There is a few words on the tombstone.

Condensed a period of beacon years.

Red tombs. Solidify the young lives one by one.

Standing in front of the tomb. The noble and the poor have become small.

Life and blood are staggering.

In the days of peace.

It's easy for us to forget.

Even forgot that the pigeon flew from **.

Learn to forget and think.

From which cold stone smiles.

We may be maturing.

Standing in front of the tomb. It was as if I heard the sound of history stirring up.

A grave is a chapter of splendor.

The pigeon whistle is blowing. That's bullets whistling.

It is the body that falls.

What is immortal is the spirit.

They wrote their history.

Our history is being written.

Qingming Festival commemorates the martyrs' poems.

500 words. At the foot of Mengshan Mountain, on the bank of the Yishui River, in the martyr's cemetery covered by pine and cypress, tens of thousands of martyrs of an era, bones and souls lie in peace.

For the sake of ideals, in order to drive away iron shackles and chains, he was bloodily on the road of national independence and liberation, and sacrificed between dawn and darkness.

Zhao Lu, Wang Lushui, He Wanxiang, Luo Binghui, Zhang Yuanshou, Liu Yan, from the old Eighth Route and New Fourth Army of the 115th Division to the guerrilla king, from the famous Yuanziya, Menglianggu to Daqingshan.

and the anti-Japanese heroine Chen Ruoke, who was imprisoned in prison with her daughter who was less than a month old;

The talented woman abandoned her pen and worked hard to spatte the mountains with her revolutionary partner.

Nor can we forget the power of the people