Children's heart-to-heart poems (long)

There is one song after another, spreading on the earth and shuttling in the sun; There is a song, flowing in the blood, engraved in the heart; The name of this song is-"Without the * * * production party, there would be no new China". The lyrics are powerful and the melody is magnificent. This song is a lamp that illuminates the soul and a fire that ignites faith; This song is the blood blown by the wind and the honey juice brewed by the fruit; This song has been rubbed by strong winds and polished by heavy rains; This song is getting brighter and brighter; The more grinding, the more flashing; This song, which has been sung for half a century, is more and more vivid; This song, rooted in the hearts of generations, thrives in the hearts of generations ... this song lives in our hearts; It is integrated into our lives and into our blood; With it, life will be full of color; With it, life will be full of prosperity ... this song is extremely rich in connotation; Worth chewing for a lifetime; This song tells us a truth-without the production party, there would be no new China; Nothing for us; It was the party that overthrew the three mountains that made the people feel the joy of turning over. It was the party that led the reform and opening up, and wealth entered the lives of the people. It is the party that advocates the large-scale development of the western region and the Gobi rises as a new city; Singing this song, we heard the call of the motherland again; Singing this song, the party's entrustment rings in my ear; We will receive the red flag of the revolution, and we will provoke the great cause of our parents; We will make the future world fragrant with birds and flowers; We will cook every day into sweet and delicious music ... there is a song that illuminates our years; Fragrant our life; There is a song that swells the ideal sail; Fill the gaps in the journey; There is a song, the more you sing, the brighter your eyes are; The more you sing, the wider your mind becomes; Forward is a torch, thirsty is a clear wave; When it is dull, it is thunder, and when it is lost, it is a constellation; It is the bright moon in my heart, it is the green leaf of the tree of life; The name of this song is-"Without the * * * Production Party, there would be no new China". The party was born in the South Lake cruise ship in my heart, just like the rising sun in the sky. The vicissitudes of the motherland, like a sleeping lion, suddenly opened their eyes under your dazzling light. The long tassel of the autumn harvest riots, the gunfire of the August 1st Uprising, the horn of Jinggangshan Head, the battle song of the Long March, the Party, my dear mother, you hold high the banner of sickle and axe and lead the people of China to forge ahead bravely. The dawn of Zunyi Conference, the victory against the Japanese aggressors, and the reconciliation of the Xi Incident ... The Party, my mother, you used extraordinary wisdom to turn the tide, save the people, and decide the destiny of the country ... The cooperation between the state and the United front, the reorganization of the workers and peasants Red Army ... The Party, my mother, showed you everywhere: broad-minded and sincerely love peace. The wheel of history is rolling forward and no one can stop it. Party, my mother, with extraordinary courage, you led millions of heroes, crossed the river, chased bandits, tied the black dragon and raised a five-star red flag over the motherland. Party, my mother, every minute of your life journey is full of vitality. Your dusty sweat has soaked every inch of the motherland. You walk through thorns, from hope to new hope. Building the Three Gorges, fighting floods and incorporating Hong Kong and Macao, the Party, my dear mother, you have warmed the hearts of Chinese people all over the world with your maternal love. Party, my dear mother, you have safeguarded the unity of the motherland and the dignity of the nation with your powerful arms. Today, you are still full of energy and vigor, leading hundreds of millions of people in China and playing the symphony of reform and opening up. From the East China Sea to Tibet, from Nansha to northern Xinjiang. Party, my mother, under your wise and correct guidance, we are singing the story of spring and holding our heads high across the new century. Party, my mother, today is your birthday. As your child, we extend our warmest and most sincere congratulations to you. No matter when and where you are, you will always be the kindest, greatest and most holy mother in your child's heart. Party, my mother, you will always be in our hearts. The century cherishes my crystal-clear neighbor, and often ridicules all kinds of elegant laughter and waves into the century. Last night, the new branches turned green and the girl's sleeping state turned red. I also broke into the artistic conception to relive the misty pines in the morning light. In the snow season, Mo Dao's magnanimous mind, day after day. There are stars in the morning to see the flag of southern Portugal for 400 years. Farewell to their performance time, there are 3.6 million ebb and flow to interpret the national spirit, the route of the red painted South Lake Red Boat and the future it carries. This is the true story of that century. Every ripple is blended with blood and fire, and every spray is printed with the rise and fall of great men, leaving behind the halberd of serfs and their completed history, so that future generations can tailor it for us. The descendants of the producer continue the truth and let the fire of good heart rehearse simply. Osawa Township was the first success of the enthusiastic peasant uprising in the desolate return. Everything has been changed. What remains unchanged is that the sickle and axe call for love in the same way. Li Zicheng also groaned under the grave. Their contribution just didn't expect that in two OOO days, how could there be fiber red snow? This is a century of seclusion. Spirit brings all life to an end, makes Kyushu Datong a prelude, opens responsibility, gives birth to new life, gives birth to new life, and makes the details touching, true and unbearable. Different moods are brewing, and different expressions are vast. China-what a big stage, so the internal troubles and foreign invasion have passed. Under the influence of the folk custom of the lion rolling the hydrangea, the ideal indulges the public's misfortune in the repetition of the folk custom of the dragon turning to the waist. Let the public bury it. Even if the spaceship is in the upper reaches of the sky and the red flag falls, public opinion will determine the success or failure of socialism. We still believe that the hometown of the October Revolution is the value of the roar of artillery. I remembered the characteristics of "the proletarians of the whole world unite" for a century with my soul. Proletarians began to implement the historical regime upside down and belonged to the Soviet Union, and then the number 438+0949 interwoven with the broadsword of Nanchang City and the footprints of snowy mountains and grasslands became 65, which was fierce for half a century, and the Red Army continued to be brave. The banner is rolled up to relieve the suffering of the sea of blood, and there is a saying that "the east wind overwhelms the west wind". Is it faith that makes arrogance or self-confidence that clears the haze? Anyway, nothing can have the thunder miracle of China, which symbolizes the podium of the United Nations. This is how we went through the baptism of 5 thousand years. In an instant, we firmly reached the beginning of this poem with the Shaanxi sound of Dongfanghong and Deng Gong's southern tour. When China's heart retired from the Portuguese flag, we boiled the vicissitudes of the northern country and southern Xinjiang, looking back at the old rain and new firewood ... Blessed China, even history is so generous. Who can awaken the dawn of the century with the acceptance of "Give Me Back Unity"? China is changing his crown and clothes to see if he is deeply immersed in love. From old adages, from brand-new grandeur to traditional genius, changes are taking place. We punish depression with pride and stop failure with modesty. For a time, the East was scattered in tears of passion into a pool of blurred blood of our nation. How many political parties that should not be good at summing up have completed a yearning and are successfully registering everything. It is assumed that this trademark has been dripping in lava for hundreds of millions of years. One hundred years is too short, and fifty years is too urgent. Prospect is our quality. There is no time to mourn the past and lead your persistence on the road. What is needed is to continue to explain reasonably that there are thousands of subjects extracting this eternal elite from their minds. The descendants of the Chinese people, with the glory of the century, crossed history and wrote our unshakable motherland with their enthusiasm. Everything can change, but our original intention of having children will not change. Therefore, we call the past love, so we call the present turbulent. Therefore, we call the way forward the party ... there is a page of history that illuminates the dark years; There is a page of history etched in our hearts. On this day, sickles and hammers, flags with patterns, fluttered in the wind; On this day, souls groaning in fire and water are illuminated by the sun. From then on, this sickle roared and cut off all the shackles of the old world; From then on, this hammer cried out to smash an old year! As a result, the sugarcane forest in the south has become a sword against foreign aggression; As a result, the green tent in the north has become a grave for burying the sins of the old world! China, under the guidance of this flag, has since walked out of the long night; Under the guidance of this banner, the people got rid of the oppression of the three mountains. Since then, our motherland is no longer divided; From then on, our nation will no longer be plundered ... China people stand up, and this voice resounds throughout the country; The people of China stood up, and this voice resounded through three mountains and five mountains ... It was the banner of the party that guided us to overcome the storm and sail through the whirlpool; It is the banner of the party that guides us into the beautiful blue sky and all the love ... under the banner of the party, we are closely United: as strong as steel; Under the banner of the party, we hold our heads high: pine as cypress. Unforgettable in those years of the Cultural Revolution, China suffered ten years of catastrophe. It was the party that raised party flag to set things right, filled the ravines on the road, cut off vines and vines ... China opened the bright window and let the world enter our field of vision; The motherland cheers the arrival of spring, and let the spring breeze blowing on our faces boil our blood. We are a new generation of the motherland, and we are full of youth and blood. Stand on the three-foot platform without regrets and perform the brilliant career of life. We will cherish the memories of the past and remember the great trust of our ancestors; We will face the future and write a new page for party flag. We won't fool around in leather swivel chairs; We will polish the key to the soul and play the notes of life more vividly ... the trumpets are deafening and the drums are deafening, look! A new generation will gather under party flag; Don't worry, our party, our motherland, and the new generation of you are being solemnly reviewed! Don't worry, our party, our motherland, and the new generation of you are being solemnly reviewed! We will never forget that when the sun rises, the afterglow of the setting sun is like a torrent, rushing out of the overturned darkness. This is the birth of epic. The song on the title page broke free from the chain, and generate came out. We have witnessed how many persistent ups and downs this force has experienced in the five thousand years of silence, and the dream of rising has rusted into a vast and silent history. We will never forget 1840 the dull gunfire at the mouth of the Pearl River. A team of blue-eyed musketeers poured into the eastern land, and the nation with heavy shackles fell into the trough of fate again. We will never forget 192 1 that sacred time, when the outstanding sons and daughters of the Chinese nation gathered on an ordinary cruise ship on the rippling lake. Thus, the hammer and sickle were cast into the 84-year history of China, every year. We will never forget the autumn harvest riots, the gunfire of the August 1st Uprising, the horn at the head of Jinggangshan and the footprints on the Long March, which guided the people of China to forge ahead bravely. We will never forget that 1935, a great helmsman mastered the revolutionary ship, and victory was linked with victory from then on. From the lighthouse in Yan 'an to the glass in Beijing, you saved the country with extraordinary wisdom and broad mind. How much steel was used, how much life worries, love and hate, looking forward to struggle, looking forward to time, and finally casting a grand celebration:19491kloc-0/. We will never forget that the motherland marched among the flowers, the people sounded the bronze horn, the countryside was dressed in green costumes, the cities were jointing day by day, and their horizons were broadened, surpassing all closed disasters, and development was the last word. Well, the idea of being freer than air has raised the banner of theory. After vicissitudes of life, a silent man expressed his burning belief: "I am the son of China people, and I love my motherland deeply!" " This is the motherland of market economy, this is the motherland of one country, two systems, and this is the motherland that has made rapid progress under heavy pressure. We will never forget the new opportunities and challenges. This ever-changing era, the century clock connecting the past and the future, once again opens the door to national rejuvenation, hoping for a miracle and making "Theory of Three Represents" the highest star in our hearts. The wind of the century reappears at the end of the green apple and is inherited by the lush flags and roads. Flowers are everywhere, and our songs are silent-new leaves have sprouted from the motherland. What can I give you? The majestic Kunlun Mountain is attached to your dignity, the majestic Taishan Mountain is swaying your heroic spirit, the Himalayas is your backbone, and the Taihang Mountain in Qinling Mountain is your arm. Your bones cast our tenacity, and our tenacity is connected with your pain, with the long memory of five thousand years up and down, and with the long sorrow between heaven and earth. Sailing in the magnificent history, we will never forget that the compass of history points the way in the song. I heard the horn wake up the sleeping stars. The song whirled on the stars and floated to the ground in the sky. I heard this song sung by hundreds of millions of people, overlapping into an eternal note. It has crossed the tunnel of history and become the rhyme of human praise for peace.