Good poems of the day
Lake Chosin. Heroic chants
Text/Sail of the Heart
You see this tall building, between the lights
How many ancestors have followed in the footsteps of their predecessors,
Or a roar, a fight,
An indomitable look,
Or a few days and nights of sleepless perseverance,
Sleepy of his body,
Also hungry,
Snow and wind, bone-chilling,
Only when the pain of its flesh is small.
They sewed strips of glory on their arms, on the legs of their pants,
They threw their heads and spilled their blood,
Defend the family and defend the country, do your best, and vow to die unswervingly!
Or a goodbye, one last look,
In the midst of the gunfire,
Between the beliefs of giving up life and forgetting death.
"I don't believe there is an unfinished task,
Do not believe that there are insurmountable difficulties,
Do not believe that there is an enemy that cannot be defeated. ”
They use young life
Guarding the motherland that is always young!
They use the fiery youth,
Adhere to the eternal youth of China!
They may not have seen a rocket straight into the sky,
I have never seen a tall building rise from the ground,
I have never seen an asphalt road,
Together with the maglev train as fast as the wind...
But how happy we are,
I had the privilege of seeing it with my eyes for them.
We live in their place...
Let us remember them forever,
This group is cute
Rustic
Brave and fearless
Die for us tomorrow's volunteer soldiers!
That's --
Fingers embedded in the dirt were engulfed in flames
Qiu Shaoyun, who did not pit a sound,
It was blocked with flesh and blood
Huang Jiguang of the enemy's muzzle,
It was the smoke that had dissipated and only a few strips of cloth remained
Yang Gensi, who died with more than forty U.S. troops,
That's tens of thousands of iron bones
Never die...
"Seventy years ago today,
They went to the battlefield,
Seventy years later,
We are guotai min'an. ”
197,563 people.
Their lives were dedicated to the motherland and to the people,
They deserve to be remembered and remembered forever!
Drunken battlefield Jun Mo smiled,
Gu Lai conquered several people back.
"There was a little warrior named Hu Genji,
Seventeen years old,
He said, squad leader, I didn't live in vain to be seventeen years old.
Long live the motherland!
I wish their bones could come back,
Look at the side. ”
Have you ever heard of a blind warrior?
Carrying another warrior who lost his legs to kill the enemy,
They have the most complete life and
The supreme honor and dignity!
The martyrs of the Great People's Volunteer Army are immortal!
Facing the sea, look for light with black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "giving voice to grassroots poets" as its mission and carries forward the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of the truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spiritual pleasure of poetry. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Spring Warm Blossoms of Reading Sleeping Poems" and "Grass Long Warblers Flying in Reading Sleeping Poems". The poets work tirelessly, the poetry club forges ahead, constantly innovates, recommends excellent poems, produces high-quality poetry collections, recites excellent works, recommends poets' works in various forms, lets more people read excellent works, appreciates poetry culture, we are on the move!