Poems about Tiananmen Square

1. What are the eight ancient poems about praising Tianan in Beijing in Tiananmen Square?

The martyrs' monument was flooded with predecessors, and grief and indignation turned into anger.

The east wind blows beyond heaven and earth, shaking all the demons in the world.

Loyalty is not changed by high work, but the public servant's heart is hard to change.

Regardless of life or death, honor or disgrace, we are ashamed to fight for power and profit.

Zhu, spring day

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

Eight Poems in Tiananmen Square

Appreciation: The "people's public servants" in the poem refer to those who gave their lives for the motherland and the people, such as Premier Zhou and Jiao. The word "public servant" is now regarded as the motto by the producers of China * * *, always remember it, practice it hard and carry it forward. Jiao,,, Yang Shanzhou,, they insist on suffering before pleasure, and their hearts are always filled with the masses, not themselves; They are down-to-earth, work hard and devote themselves to the development of the country and the prosperity of the people until they die; It was they who passed the torch of "people's public servants" and built a monument of "serving the people" in the hearts of ordinary people.

spring

The spring outing is sunny, and the endless scenery is completely new on the shore of Surabaya. Anyone can see the face of spring. The spring breeze is full of flowers and colors, and the scenery of spring is everywhere.

Note 1, spring day: spring. 2, the victory is in hand: a sunny day can also show a good mood. 3, looking for incense: spring outing, hiking.

2. The poems in Tiananmen Square are timeless, and their names are immortal.

The river mourns, and the castle peak is a monument.

When I want to hear ghosts scream, I will cry and laugh.

Tears to the hero, stand tall, draw a sword to help.

The male air pressure is five mountains, and the British wind breaks thousands of rivers.

There is no end to honor and disgrace, and everyone cries.

The stars are still shining and the flowers are more fragrant.

Sprinkle your blood, just to make the national flag redder.

Whenever Tomb-Sweeping Day has tears, several families in the world cry out of their wits.

Only this year is different, and the whole country is suffering.

Zhuge Liang died in Wei Yan's rebellion, pretending to be a hero and deceiving sages.

There are hundreds of millions of Ma Dai today.

Generation after generation is arrogant, and the people's revolution is heroic.

Tonight, the country lost eight thousand miles, lamenting the ebb and flow of the Yangtze River.