Poetry in memory of revolutionary martyrs

Classic Poems in Memory of Revolutionary Martyrs (1)

We can't forget, and we won't forget, today's beautiful life,

From your hard work and dedication yesterday.

Without your bloody struggle, we wouldn't have today.

Rest in peace, hero.

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 heroic spirit of the martyrs is 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 organs in the rear, for the thousands of villagers in Qian Qian,

Thirteen-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, there are many rains, and white flowers pay homage to their loved ones.

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

The martyrs' achievements shine for thousands of years, and the torch of stars is passed down from generation to generation.

Being born as a descendant of the Chinese people is extremely proud, but being born as a descendant of the dragon is not glorious.

We are the founders and successors of the new century.

Since childhood, I have set my ambition to serve the country, be a good builder and successor, and write a new chapter in China.