夏明翰站立在春寒料峭、杀气凛凛的刑场上，耳边一直激荡着那首慷慨激昂的国际歌，他感觉周身的热血在沸腾、在奔流。面对全副武装的刽子手们，这位坚贞不屈的战士挥动带着铁铐的手臂，写下了一首正气凛然的就义诗：砍头不要紧，只要主义真。杀了夏明翰，还有后来人。夏明翰倒 Xia Minghan stood in the chill, murderous on the execution ground, the ear has been stirring that song the first impassioned international song, he felt the blood of the whole body boiling, running. In the face of heavily armed executioners, the steadfast, unyielding warrior waved his arm in iron handcuffs and wrote a righteous etiquette verse: It does not matter if he be beheaded, as long as it is true. Xia Minghan killed, there are people later. Xia Minghan down