1, Ode to July 1st
In July, the sun is shining and the red flag is fluttering. In July, the songs are loud and the mountains are brilliant. Unforgettable 192 1 year, when the Chinese nation was in danger, a rising sun rose in Shanghai and Zhejiang, and the savior happily came to the world. Hundreds of millions of workers and peasants roared, sickles and axes flashed cold light, overthrowing local tyrants and evil gentry and dividing up power. The Northern Expedition was in full swing, the revolutionary situation was unprecedented, the people hated their enemies, and the Chiang family dynasty was trapped in tourism. Create a bloody massacre.
Crazy counterattack and calculation, bloody revolution, white terror and darkness. A gunshot broke the haze, the Nanchang uprising was amazing, the autumn harvest was Pingjiang Baise Ying, and Zhu Mao joined forces with Jinggangshan. He Suoju was encircled five times, breaking through the tight encirclement and resisting Japan. The Long March shocked the whole world, and the snowy mountains and grasslands were only idle. The Red Army stationed in northern Shaanxi, with Yan 'an as the revolutionary center, with the chairman directing the party's leadership and the United front to defend the country.
2. Seven Methods and Seven Odes
I can't forget the red flag. I am a ninth-order vicissitudes. The wells in wyndell dichinson are well-founded, and the anti-Japanese northern Shaanxi stands under the rising sun. If there is no public interest of one party, how can all the people get rich? Dream is more like a public servant, vowing to teach the world glory.
3. Ode to the Party (Li Yaozhong)
Nine ranks and three years, breaking the waves. Rebuilding the image will be a great success, and the new style of clean government will make people happy. Promoting advantages and eliminating disadvantages is a dream, and rotten leaves are more beautiful. The country is peaceful and peaceful, and China is sunny.
4. Long March
Faith is getting higher and higher, suffering is getting shorter and shorter, and the sonorous footsteps make Chung Shan Man wake up collectively. The golden color of the sun shines the shadow of the trek, and the green color of the green military uniform contains infinite power. That deep-footed nest is the flower of revolution, 25 thousand Li, not just a road. It was a sharp knife that cut off the enemy's plot.
Twenty-five thousand miles, out of grief and despair, out of strength, courage and optimism, lit up the light of 9.6 million square kilometers. At this moment, I want to go through the road of the Red Army again and see the blue sky, white clouds and snow-capped mountains there.
Touch the grass roots to satisfy hunger, and I will sit quietly and watch the tigers fight. Sitting on a slightly painful wound in a difficult time turned into a drop of blood. Don't! Turn into a brilliant flower. I want to brush away the dust of history and touch that road, like touching a string of pearls of memory and a line of tears!