Ninety years of hard work, ninety years of vicissitudes, ninety years of hard work, creating brilliance, coming from the smoke battlefield, and taking root in the hearts of generations. She - the Party in my heart, the Chinese nation. It was she who was the vanguard who overthrew three mountains before the people could taste the joy of turning over. It was she who advocated the development of the western region and only then did new cities rise in the Gobi. She led the people to overcome disasters and let the Chinese nation move towards spring. When disease comes, it becomes a flood. When the earthquake was raging, it was she who stood in front of the people and stretched out her hands to save lives. It was she who stood in the river where the embankment burst and used her body to build the embankment. It was she who lay under the collapsed ruins to hold up a safe place. The ninety-year-old sky is not an octogenarian. The ninety-year-old is the time for her grace and style. This historical monument will be passed down through the ages. ------------------ The party in my heart is like a withered flower longing for sweetness. Rain and dew, we yearn for the leadership of the party, like a kite with broken strings, hoping for the hand holding the thread, I look forward to the leadership of the party. Not all desires can be realized, not all wishes will come true. But as long as the heart is still there, the party will always be submerged in the wind and sand of thousands of years. How many joys and sorrows, how many joys and sorrows are gone with the wind. The uprising and reform are just an excerpt from the play of Xinhai. The moment of Xinhai is as bright as summer flowers on the shores of Jiaxing Lake, and green willows are evergreen. In the city of Zunyi, the sun shines brightly. On the long march of thousands of miles, the loyal bones are buried in the white snow of the green mountains. Like the spring breeze, it greens the south of the Yangtze River and the northeast of the Yangtze River, and warms people's hearts.
-------------------------- I have some thoughts on the 90th anniversary of the founding of the Party. I remember that year was 1921. I remember that day was July 1921. It was a day composed of a sickle and a hammer. The flag illuminates Shenzhou. The flag composed of sickle and hammer is fluttering in the wind! We will never forget the sacred year of 1921. When we look back on the long history of history, our hearts are full of emotions and emotions! In that year, on a rippling blue lake and an ordinary cruise ship, the outstanding sons and daughters who decided the destiny of the Chinese nation gathered together. They integrated their souls with the sickle and hammer to create the 90-year glory of the Communist Party of China! Time changes in space and time, life ups and downs in progress, faith shines in perseverance, the awakening of the lion is destined to be glorious, the motherland, what can we dedicate to you, we will not forget that we are the descendants of the Chinese nation, we will not forget that the Great Wall was baptized by the fire of war. The dragon is about to take off. We will not forget the five thousand years of history and culture. We will not forget the 90 years of prosperous years, filled with the smiling faces of countless heroes and the heroic footsteps of walking through the billowing smoke. The founding of the Party and its prosperity for 90 years. The Party flag is hammered in our hearts. The vicissitudes of the past 90 years have brought new chapters with each passing year. We will not forget those years of burning passion. We will not forget that era when heroes emerged in large numbers. We will not forget the beautiful chapter written with blood and soul. We will not forget that we are Chinese people remember that day because we...