Modern poems praising border soldiers

1. Author of "To the Border Guards": Success

With the great trust of the motherland and the hope of the people,

Stay away from my dear parents and the warm home Hometown,

is guarded in the northern Xinjiang, where wind, frost, ice and snow keep company all year round.

The strong and lovely snow lotus blooms in spite of the cold for you.

Guarding in the southern border, fighting against the soaring waves,

The whistles of passing ships sound, look at your smiling faces,

Patroling in the sand sea, Huang Shamanjuan,

The crisp camel bells sing for you leisurely,

The stars in the sky polish military caps and collar badges for you,

The crystal dewdrops , how beautiful your military shoes are.

The motherland misses you every day, and the people send you the most sincere wishes.

2. "That Inch of Soil on the Border Line" author: Wang Yanfeng

It is said that every inch of land is valuable, but how can the desert and Gobi be tempting?

When I walked towards the boundary monument, I could no longer think about it.

Every inch of land is more than just an inch of gold. Every inch of land is covered with blood.

I am walking side by side with history.

The ancients fought on the battlefield and defended the border, and the wind and rain were blowing all the way up and down for five thousand years.

I felt the gleaming swords, the dim sun and the moon, and the bare feet wearing worn out straw sandals,

As I walked towards me on the ice and snow, a strong wind blew,

It aroused my longing for Senior Dai Hongxing.

I stood at the boundary marker, my vigilant eyes piercing through everything,

Holding the steel gun tightly to guard the border, every inch of the land under my feet lay quietly,

I shielded her from the wind and the rain,

giving her a warm harbor was my only wish.

3. Author of "Border Defense Qingming Festival": Liu Xiaotian

The old scalper who transported military supplies, since that dusk,

followed the sunset?, lay down ,

More than 20 years, not getting up,

One tomb, one monument,

Crossing the Mirchik border defense, more than ten years,?

Mountain flowers are blooming, Qi Han is freezing,

Drizzle is falling, and the mountains are covered with heavy snow.

The notes of spring are out.

Another Qingming Festival, I seem to see,

The comrades who sacrificed themselves on the border, take the supplies from your back,

butt them lightly with your head After meeting your comrades, turn around,

You will never fall at dusk or sunset again, with monuments guarding the border.

4. Author of "Border Guard Post": He Ping

The five-star red flag is flying on the hill, and the soldiers are guarding the post,

Facing the cliff Thousands of miles away, I long for the well-being of the people in my heart.

The rushing river flows through the soldiers’ barracks. The wild flowers in the valley bring fragrance to the soldiers.

The mountains and rivers of the motherland are in the hands of the soldiers. Thinking back in my heart, my eyes filled with tears for the lovely Chinese soldiers,

In the loneliness of the outpost, there were cattle and sheep everywhere, and the eagle was flying in the sky with the five-star red flag,

For my hometown For the happiness and well-being of the people, the soldiers listened to the singing of the wild wind on the mountain peaks.

For the people’s hometown? For the well-being of the motherland,

The soldiers silently stood on the hills. The watchman is so strong and majestic, making the soil under his feet warm the hearts of children of all ethnic groups.

5. "I am your eternal border pigeon" author: Deng Chao

The young willows are new, and the morning breeze is charming;

Smell deeply that spring is coming on the road , Yingying creeps in the room, making people happy.

The flowers are as graceful as weaving, each one competes for beauty, and the flower pickers are gone.

Cherish each other, and never ask about the return date!

The moon's slanting shadow is thin, and the affection is as deep as practice;

The shallow water is quiet and quiet, and finally there is no trace.

Sad stories always bloom quietly in silence;

Withered beauty always withers silently in silence!

The mist is wet and fragrant, but the love is hard, and the journey is hasty and dispersed;

The soft rain moistens things, but I don’t want to leave them, and I look at each other empty and empty!

This journey has been windy and rainy, and it has been a long and difficult journey. I can’t tell you all about spring and summer, and I can’t tell you all the lengths and shortcomings!

Ling Ming’s gentle eyes soothe every injured heart.

Feeling disappointed, Feiniao is just a little tired for the time being.