Remember history, remember the slogan of martyrs.

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 martyrs' spirits are 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 back organs, for thousands of villagers,

13-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, it rained in succession, and white flowers offered sacrifices to relatives.

Remembering the heroic deeds of the martyrs, the heroes burst into tears.

Martyrs' achievements shine for thousands of years, and stars and torches are passed down from generation to generation.