Poems praising the Party
Qijue·Celebrating the 90th anniversary of the founding of the Party
The sun and the moon pass by in the vast universe, and the world is prosperous and peaceful. The mountains and rivers of Jiuye are beautiful in Xuyang, and Chi County sings a song of thanks together.
Qilu·Reflections on the 90th Anniversary of the Founding of the Party
Rolling dark clouds cover the nine continents, and the blood of workers and peasants merges into the torrent; the hammer and sickle kill the enemy with heroic spirit, and the soldiers wave their arms with great ambition; the spring breeze of reform blows the earth and swirls Colored pens draw the blueprint; worry about the people and the country with a clear conscience, and build the party for the public in ninety autumns.
Ancient style·Ode to the party flag
The nine-rank party flag is red, and the Nanhu style is laughed and sang. Love spreads over Xibaipo, and the clouds reflect the city of Beijing. The flag bearer leads the way, and hundreds of millions of people continue the long march. Ambition writes high aspirations, harmony leads to rejuvenation!
Feelings on the 90th anniversary of the founding of the Party
The land of China is full of energy, and the ancient soul of Marxism-Leninism is welcomed. The anti-Japanese war eliminated the Japanese, Zhao Riyue, and the change of dynasties changed the world. The monks in the temple ask questions about the Zhou Dynasty, and democracy has been cultivated for thousands of generations. Sing the ninety-year-old birthday song together, may you live forever and stay young!
Ding the storm·Commemorating the 90th anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party of China
The flag is flying in China's 90th year, and the spirit is bathed in bloody storms. The flowers that have been cultivated for generations are bright and bright, and they are determined to be more fragrant. The people who asked the questions were full of worry and asked for their origins. The journey is dangerous and careful. Where the crossroads have been stained with blood, we look back and sing long songs to realize our dreams and sacrifice our heroic souls.
Qinyuanchun · The 90th Anniversary of the Founding of the Party - The Red Ship Sets Sail (1)
The five mountains groan, the earth is dim, and the bad water is rippled. In October of Russia, a cannon sounded; in China, on May 4th, several roars were heard in the clouds. A red ghost filled the capital, causing waves in the Xiangjiang River. When the time comes, may the big luan soar into the sky and leap into the blue sky. Who will clean up the rivers and mountains? Look at Li Nan and Chen Yin from the north. Come together to Shanghai with Chi County in mind; then travel on the lake and ride the red boat. Twelve men, inspiring the literary world, have their own stories. Look at the sea, ride the long wind and break the waves, hang your sails directly on the clouds.
Poems praising the motherland
1: "Qinyuan Spring·National Day"
Thousands of miles of clear skies, magnificent mountains and rivers,
red flags flying.
Look at the radius of Jiuzhou, the whole world is celebrating;
The rivers are singing, and the fragrance is flowing everywhere.
Society is stable and people are happy.
Reform and opening up create a new chapter.
New China, like a giant dragon in the world, stands in the east.
Today’s brilliance depends on the direction of the party, government and national policies.
Recalling the turbulent years, all life was in ruins;
The people were in trouble and the night was long.
A hail of bullets, life and death,
In exchange for a new red sun.
Cherish it and keep the rivers and mountains red forever.
Eternally.
Poetry 2 praising the motherland: "Love the motherland more than my hometown"
Light yellow warmth
Even if my heart follows that
The water of the Yellow River surges in the northern land and flows meanderingly.
My soul stirs and pursues the waves.
The Yangtze River in the hot land of the south rushes straight to the East China Sea.
They
are a golden flash on the coast of Chinese people’s lives
On both sides of the river is the paradise that we yearn for
Looking up, suddenly, the motherland Good
Bow your head and be happy, my hometown is beautiful
Under my feet is the holy land I pursue, suddenly I look back
Love my motherland, love my hometown even more
The years flow quietly, along the road of time
The motherland is prosperous and prosperous
Recalling the past, the heroes of the ages
Looking at the present, heroes are all on display True Color
I walked happily on the country road
So?
Only when you are surrounded by hundreds of miles of cuckoos do you know the paradise of flowers and the paradise of birds;
Walk into the sea of ??grass and feel the tranquility of the sea;
The rising sun comes from God As the mountain climbs up, countless willow branches dance with the sea;
Who will be drunk with the thick countryside and nostalgia?
Who composes rural folk songs?
Stand in the breeze and feel the fragrance of green trees and wild grass
In an instant, spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and the warmth is endless
Country roads lead in all directions
< p>Patches of green woods decorate my hometownWhen I feel relieved, I feel like the sword from heaven cuts through the sky
Love the motherland, love my hometown even more.
Poetry 3 in Praise of the Motherland: "Ode to the Motherland"
Sixty years ago
Accompanied by the majestic and solemn voice of a great man
You were born
Since then, your majestic figure has appeared in the east of the world
Thirty years ago
With the frequent waving of another great man
You are open
From now on, the colorful world has your shouting voice
Twenty years ago
Accompanied by the third generation of leaders all night long Thinking
You have flown
From now on in a world full of strong players, you are changing with each passing day
Ten years ago
With the kindness of Chairman XX Smile
You have soared
From the east of the world, you have composed a song of a powerful country
Praise for the Long March
"Long March"< /p>
A vast epic spanning 25,000 miles
Exclusively published in the land of China in the 20th century
An unprecedented and unparalleled masterpiece through the ages
Copied in Snow’s American Notes
Let readers all over the world tremble
The epic was inspired by the depression of the siege Starting the pen
The inspiration of tens of thousands of pairs of straw sandals surged like an iron stream bursting a bank
Seven hundred and twenty days and nights
Unfolding the majestic journey of thousands of rivers and mountains. Thoughts on luck
Difficulties and dangers, many convergences are thrilling
Turn the tide and foreshadow the mixed feelings
Strike east and west, strategize and stir the heart
The rays of light and dawn cross the line The wonderful pen of sublimation of pearls
The wind and the horses neighing across the snow-capped mountains
The sky is vast and the ground is crawling across the grassland
The road is far away and the people are anxious and their will is as steel
The long poems and songs created a feat
Created a spirit
Shocked for two centuries
Putting old China on the verge of despair
Out of the shadows of the willows and the bright future, earth-shaking changes
This is a heroic path
We still need to continue
Unswervingly and courageously move forward
Keep going
"Long March Song"
The cool autumn breeze comes in October, the Central Red Army is busy with expeditions,
crossing the Yudu River at starry night, the ancient Pi new Tian wins the battle.
When I came to Hunan in November, I occupied Xuanlinland Road together
Breaking through the two blockades was so frightening.
When I came across the Tingjiang River in December, the Guangxi warlords were in a panic.
The four blockades were all broken through. Who dared to stop the overwhelming momentum?
In January, the fragrance of plum blossoms came, and they invaded Guizhou and crossed the Wujiang River.
They occupied more than ten counties in northern Guizhou, and the Red Army became famous all over the world.
I arrived in Tashi in February, and the troops were neatly reorganized
Develop the southern Sichuan guerrillas and expand the Red Army to more than 3,000 people.
Fighted back to Guizhou Province in March, occupied Zunyi City for the second time,
defeated eight regiments of Wang Jialie, and eliminated the two divisions of Xue and Wu.
In April, we marched southward, hitting Guiyang and Kunming
Cunningly crossing the Jinsha River, we made a mighty journey to Shu.
When I came to Luding Bridge in May, Liu Wenhui fought as if he was running away.
The natural dangers of the Dadu River were crossed calmly, and seventeen heroic names were marked
June The weather here is hot, and there is still snow on Jiajin Mountain
Two front armies, one and four, made great achievements together.
In July, he entered northwest Sichuan and fought hard for that,
to resist Japan and save China.
Continue to move forward in August. Marching on the grass is not afraid of the cold.
No one has ever walked on the grass. The Red Army is invincible.
Departing from Panzhou City in March, the Shaanxi-Gansu detachment traveled northeast.
The Wei River at Lazikou crossed safely and fought infantry and cavalry.
The 25,000-year Long March arrived in northern Shaanxi, and the Red Army from the north and south gathered together.
Smash the enemy's new "encirclement and suppression" campaign, unite the people and save China!
"The Long March"
That road winds out from the history books
It is ten times more winding than the Yellow River< /p>
A team wearing straw sandals
Along that road
Finally walked into the sonorous national anthem
That road has huge The roots of traces
Those roots were trampled out by straw sandals
Those straw sandals trampled the snowy mountains
Turned the grass into a park
Trampling the territory of China into red piece by piece
In the place where the root system is the narrowest
There is a powerful thought
Slowly from the iron rope Transition
Some gunshots become seeds
Loudly buried around those thoughts
Countless lives are like leaves
On that root system Turning green
Countless blood is like flowers
Bearing out of the ground from the bottom of the root system
Countless heads are like fruits
Hanging from the root system
Following the lush root system
I became familiar with those fruits
I chewed those fruits
and gradually realized Out
How a few millets can nourish a political party
How a few rifles can support an army
I only heard about it from the movies
That great man recited that sentence in the Red Tower
That was a real poet
That poet's poem
made many tears fall to the ground like kernels< /p>
So
the flagpole under the red building
became the straightest one among the many root systems
That road is not the poet
The longest poem
That road is actually a needle
The perseverance and strength of the entire nation Tenacious
Tightly sewn together
"Looking Up at the Long March"
The sound of gunfire drifts away under the annual rings of history
The smoke of gunpowder has dissipated in the monsoons of the years
The long river of history will never stop
It has diluted those originally bright faces
But the snow-capped mountains will not forget
Her proud and cold figure
Once crawling at the feet of the Red Army
The grass will never be forgotten
No matter how bumpy and muddy it is
Even failed to stop the journey of the pairs of straw sandals
The Xiangjiang River trembled under the artillery fire
Witnessed the heroism of the Red Army
Rolling River< /p>
How many souls of martyrs have been carried
More than seven hundred days and nights
The Long March of 25,000 miles
Breaking through blockades again and again
p>
Escape from pursuit and suppression again and again
The Chinese Workers’ and Peasants’ Red Army
Prove to the world with blood and tenacity
We are the real heroes
p>No matter how the times change
What will never fall is the Red Army’s Long March