Thanksgiving party poems, poems

Thanks to the party and the motherland.

An excellent party has led 40 million compatriots into a new society and life.

The great motherland develops harmoniously and is full of vitality.

The party was radiant,

The embrace of the motherland is the most reliable and warmest.

Thanks to the party and the motherland.

Contract management, the field of hope is full of songs;

The construction of the special zone is a dynamic youth express train;

Restoring the college entrance examination, thousands of students have intoxicating dreams;

With the reform and opening up, Socialism with Chinese characteristics shines brilliantly.

Thanks to the party and the motherland.

Natural disasters, seeing red, green, yellow and white is the instinctive desire of the masses;

The policy of enriching the people, thousands of cars have seen Suzhou and Hangzhou;

In foreign exchanges, we finally broke the record of zero use of veto power;

In response to the crisis, the Chinese nation played the swan song of the century of scientific and technological rejuvenation.

Thanks to the party, thanks to the motherland,

Children always wish you health and happiness,

Even if the road ahead is bumpy,

Even if life is moody,

We will always love your persistent love!

Motherland, my dear motherland.

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.

I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.

When you grope in the tunnel of history.

I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Pull it into your shoulder

-the motherland!

I am very poor.

I am sad

I am your ancestor.

Painful hope.

It's a flying sleeve.

Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years

-Motherland

I am your brand-new ideal.

Just broke free from the mythical spider web.

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.

I am your tearful smile.

I am the newly painted white starting line.

This is crimson dawn.

Spraying

-Motherland

I am one billionth of you.

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.

With your scarred breasts,

raise

Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.

And then from my flesh and blood

get

Your richness, your glory, your freedom.