Poems about the Party of Hearts

In July, red swept through China.

Sickle and axe are spokesmen.

Everyone should stand up.

Everyone became the master of the sacred earth.

Fang, how can I thank you?

Party, what will you use to repay all this?

History has witnessed

They have done it seriously, and they are expressing their enthusiasm for the party with their hearts.

Zhang Side, an ordinary Eighth Route Army soldier.

A glorious martyr is a soldier all his life and an ordinary person all his life.

Be a guard, a charcoal burner, and a person the people need.

He practiced the true meaning of serving the people with his words and deeds.

Chairman Mao said: Bian, your shortcoming is that you only think of others.

Zhang Side said: President, I am the son of the people, and I am willing to give everything to the people.

There is no need to say more if there is no less work.

Charcoal-burning caves are blind, taking away excellent party spirit sowers.

Die like Mount Tai! Chairman Mao's words are the best annotation to Zhang Side.

Bundles of black charcoal can better show Zhang Side's great personality.

Jiao, an ordinary grassroots cadre.

An official who benefits the people, a * * * producer in party member who sprinkled blood on the yellow land.

Secretary of the county party Committee, commander-in-chief of post-disaster restoration and greening, and an official trusted by the people.

He realized his ideal and began to serve the people.

The masses said, Secretary Jiao, let's have a rest and come back. Look, you are tired.

Jiao Youlu said: Folks, how can time be delayed? Our younger generation is still waiting to enjoy life.

Time is a ruler to measure party member's true colors.

The abominable disease raged and took away another pillar in the hearts of the people.

Lankao people will never forget you! It's fair for ordinary people to focus.

Look at the poplars in the sand, thriving under the scorching sun.

Kong Fansen, the leader who walked out from the side.

A person rooted in the western Xinjiang, a worker who spreads party spirit on the snowy mountains.

Like a herdsman's son, he has the demeanor of a leader and walks in the forefront of the times.

Visiting Tibetan areas again and again to solve the hard life of many ethnic brothers.

The old lady said, son, I don't know how old bones can live without you.

Kong Fansen said: Old mother, I am your son. You won't be cold and hungry with me.

Made of human flesh, besides, we are a country.

Another outstanding party member left, but he didn't come in a hurry, and took away the Tibetan people to thank him.

He is our real parents! Tibetan compatriots tell the truth with tears.

The crystal snow lotus in the distant mountains sticks to Mount Everest and cries with the wind.

Ren Changxia, the heroine of the new era.

The dazzling flowers in the police have grown into guardians of people's interests and lives.

Being a policeman is serious, being a director is responsible and intimidating every evil soul.

She can work all night for a small matter and solve it like a big case.

Mom said: Chang Xia, my family misses you, remember to come back often.

Ren Changxia said: Mom, I often miss home, but more people need me.

Performance speaks for itself and is a passion for the people.

The ruthless car accident took away the police flowers, and the farewell crowd filled the long street with flowers in their hands.

Long live the contemporary Mulan! Justice will be engraved in history forever.

In spring, golden rape blossoms smile in the wind.

Red has dyed red all over July.

Let's clench our fists and solemnly swear to party flag:

I'm from party member, and I obey all the work arranged by the Party.

I am a native of party member, and I am willing to sacrifice everything for my motherland.

I was born in party member, and I am proud that I was born in China!