Recitation of Poems of the 129th Patriotic Movement

——Commemorating the sixty-sixth anniversary of the December 9th Movement

The wind of history

turned over the sixty-six pages of the calendar

That cold and soothing day

began to come alive

acted in my eyes

Snowflakes are no longer white

That cold winter

There is only one kind

The cry of an iron horse

peeled off the heavy coat of this ancient country

Exposing the scarred body

A drop of blood

splashed on my forehead

Bringing a deep feeling

The mark of time

Time is like the north wind

whistling by

That day is yellow and gone

But the shoulder of reality

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Can you bear it

Those once-boiling passions

The days are still standing on the back of

the century

Silently Staring out the window

The gentle sunshine

touching the earth

But I don’t know that in its memory

Are days like sculptures

Standing forever

In 1935, wild chrysanthemums in China

Qian Wanqing

On a cold night in winter

A thick volume of history

The winter of sixty years ago

There is always the sound of the tide at nights like this Roaring

There is always a fire burning

A house of twelve square meters

The temperature rises suddenly and a pair of eyes

Sweat flows from the pores

The fragrance of flowers on the earth is strong

Where were you in my destiny a decade ago

I knocked on the door of the loess

On a wrinkled fallen leaf

See the fiery red winter

See six thousand wild chrysanthemums

At the same time, a group of red people bloom Listed

Wild chrysanthemums Wild chrysanthemums in 1935

You raise your head and point it at the sun

Calling

Calling

Broken

The twelve-pointed cold star hugged me

A hundred wounds were bleeding at the same time

The ground under my feet was held in my hands

The Yellow River and the Yangtze River will be diverted from now on

Wild chrysanthemums Wild chrysanthemums in 1935

Your thin roots hug the earth

In Xinhuamen On the masonry

Hands beat the doorbell of peace

The earth cracked

The bloody mouth swallowed the whole winter

Thirty voices of peace

Trapped in a cage

Outside the cage

There is a sound of tide every day

From Peking to Nanjing

To Wuhan and Guangzhou...

The whole land of China was awakened

All the lights were on in the dark night

The kind heads were awakened

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In the winter of 1935 in China

The blood was boiling

Like the wild chrysanthemums blooming on the earth

How can one imagine the rooster of Qiming

Landing into the hands of the dictator

How to stop the flow of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River

From now on

Wild chrysanthemums Wild chrysanthemums in 1935

You are running around telling each other

Maybe

We are born from the same roots

We live in the same home and drink from the same river

In In the space between lips and teeth

How can artillery fire burn

Wild chrysanthemums Wild chrysanthemums in 1935

You hold the faint fragrance of flowers in your hands

Dressed plainly and beautifully

In the winter of 1935

Going into the fire and questioning the sun

People crossing the ocean

What are you trying to exchange for your life?

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Life breathes in the sun

Stars move in the sky

The orbit lies in the middle of the law

How peaceful are these days

You guys Why go against the grain

Bury justice under the wheel

The dove of peace retreats into the night

The bayonet is raised above the head

Wild chrysanthemums Wild chrysanthemums in 1935

Six thousand pure and beautiful flowers

Burned at the same time

Burned China red in 1935

Heating up China in 1935

Every flame contained anger

Every flame contained blame

The fire enveloped the earth

Shrouded the downtrodden people all over the world

Today I

Sitting quietly in front of history

Seeing the winter of 1935

The parched land of China

Beautiful wild chrysanthemums are blooming

The blood is still wet

The dark fragrance flows in the eyes again

Confession and Singing

One

The moon thinned into a grass-cutting sickle and hung in the night sky

The long hair of the stars caressed Rivers and hills

Whose hand is on my chest

Flapping the river water and waves

Whose hand is setting fire to my eyes

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The endless bonfire

I listened to the sound of the horseshoe watch

It beat my fragile heart again and again

No one can forget it

The January 29th Movement, the day that pierced through the thick upper class and history

No matter whether it is a bloody storm or a bloody rain

The heartbeat of young people with boiling blood

Cut

The most moving chapter in the patriotic student movement of the Yanhuang descendants

Singing extends from the horizon of the land of China

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The people are chanting

The times are listening

Farewell to weapons

I shed hot tears and breathe the fragrance

Fix your true feelings on the peak of the high-pitched world

Step closer to the pioneers

Hold up the countless green and tender little hands that covered the ground

The torch of happiness

The big spark

gradually condensed into one

A warm heart

I saw his clear eyes

A string of tears fell down

He said the world is just you and me

How the wind lifted me up tonight

Let me dance on the moon and the grass

...The tall trees are sad and the wind is eagle-winged far away in Zhejiang

The long sword is a monument and the flames are like blood

Thousands of miles of ice Who sings "Qinyuanchun. Snow"

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Oh my hard-working brothers and sisters

Turn the wheel of life

The iron tree buried deep in my heart

The most brilliant fifty-six flowers bloomed

Let all my dreams

stop at you Broad shoulders

Let the river of my thoughts flow continuously into your red blood vessels

That’s why I have surging love Love

Splashing by the waves Splashing by the waves

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Into the inside of poetry

Into the edge of life

The spiritual cave flute sings the fallen heroes of faith

Like the song of the skylark in the rainy season

In the decline and struggle of the human race

Under the pressure of time

I hold tightly to the candlelight of life

stroking the heroic atmosphere deep in my heart

Singing A small hymn

I just want to be immersed in the pride of youth

Fly over my humbleness and my pain

Guarding peace and tranquility

Even in the coldest season

Festival

I also smile and pray

Hold the warmest notes

Dance barefoot

Have hands

I will hold up the trembling hope

turn the wind, rain and coldness of thousands of years into stars

The blue bird in the most beautiful posture

I have flown away from human childhood

But my path has never left my yellow-skinned home

Please give me new things and eyes to watch

Please give me a listening ear and a keen mind

Rebuild my weak chest

Oh, I flap my wings to Shang Geli

Think

Until it dissolves into a star

Sparkling stars embedded in the blue planet

Stars of light

Commemorating January 2? Ninth

Wingcao

The scene sixty-four years ago

It is as vivid as yesterday

A country full of disasters

A nation in jeopardy

groaning in the bloody storm,

struggled by internal and external troubles

The description of "deep water and hot water" seems

So pale and weak

The torment of carving up the beans seemed

So brief and gentle

Beiping, the inner cry that had been accumulated in the heart finally broke out

Anger stretched out forest-like hands

Sweeping through the streets of Chinese cities

A land scorched with blood and fire

Has lost its motherhood The tenderness

North China, a child abducted during the war

Crying hoarsely in despair

Mom, I don’t want to leave you

This cry shocked thousands of people

The hearts of the Chinese people

This cry accused the Nationalist Government

All kinds of ugly crimes

Soldiers who should have been charging into battle to protect the country

are bravely killing their brothers and sisters

Those who should have been aiming and shooting at the enemy Guns

But they are devouring their own fathers and fellow villagers without restraint

This is the scene sixty-four years ago

This is one, two, nine The trigger of the movement

The sons and daughters of China born in suffering

The descendants of Yan and Huang educated by war

At the moment of national crisis and national peril

Run and cry out

People who don’t want to lose their homes, get up, get up

Shout out the storm in our hearts

Promote our ideas of resisting Japan and saving the nation

People who do not want to be slaves to the subjugation of the country, get up, get up

Dedicate our youth to the motherland

Dedicate our lives to our mother

For Expelling the Japanese invaders

To defend our sacred land

To defend the unyielding dignity of the Chinese mother

Our heads can be cut off and our blood can be shed

Our body can be destroyed, but our life can be saved

In China, as long as there is smoke of gunpowder, there is brave land

In China, as long as there is danger, there is a backbone

In China, as long as there are young people, there is hope

Today, we bid farewell to war and bid farewell to suffering

What we cannot bid farewell to is history

Every word of blood and fire

But what cannot be said goodbye to is

Every hero in the December 9th Movement

Today, we use holy hymns

Please see my mighty China today