Seven Laws: Odes of the Party
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.
Chapter two: Poetry on the Party's founding day.
The sky in July is full of colors.
In July, the earth laughs and sings,
The starlight in July illuminates the long night road,
The rosy clouds in July lit the fire in my heart.
July's face was filled with laughter,
In July, China flew out with a blessing song:
China * * * production party-our beloved mother, happy birthday to you!
China, our eternal home, I hope you can write a new song!
Eighty-six years ago, a hammer of thought awakened the lion who had been sleeping for thousands of years.
Eighty-six years ago, a sickle of wisdom cut off all the shackles of the old world.
Eighty-six years is a heavy milestone, which embodies the pursuit of several generations.
In 1986, it was a brilliant symphony, which interpreted the ebb and flow of fate.
1986, it is a steady ship, full of China people's dreams of self-improvement.
Eighty-six years, is a loud horn, played the China people's song of triumph:
Be pragmatic for the people, advocate honesty and strive for a new chapter.
Twilight, let the clouds pass,
The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.
Go ahead and wash away the pollution for a hundred years.
The stormy waves beat against the canyon, and the fate was bumpy.
Cultivate the green leaves of faith and water the ideal flowers.
Party flag flutters, guiding us to fill the gap.
Bypass the rapids and win the twists and turns,
The flag of sickle and hammer is always flying ahead.
Remember to teach for the people, and don't forget to be pragmatic.
China in distress began to weave a colorful life.
Peach blossoms smile in the spring breeze, and people face red.
China, which has walked through the historical tunnel, is full of expectations for the future.
The bright moon is drunk with lotus flowers, and the desert receives the sunset.