On July 1 day, I wrote classical poems praising the party and the motherland.

Lead: The following are some classic poems to celebrate the July 1 Sunday party. I hope you like them.

First, "party flag is fluttering"

Growing up listening to songs,

Growing up watching the red flag,

Life is sweet,

Walking happily arm in arm.

I am a happy Neanderthal descendant.

When I raised my iron fist,

Standing under the party flag,

This is a solemn,

This is a kind of sacredness,

It's an honor.

It was party flag who told me to dream big.

It was party flag who gave me a firm direction.

I became a party member.

Have a responsibility.

There is a dedication,

This is a guide to my career.

Have passion

Tolerant

This is my belief in treating my friends.

There is a kind of difficulty,

Willing to work.

It's my work attitude.

Have sincerity

Have misgivings

This is my boat.

Party flag is full of songs all year round.

You have accompanied us through troubled times.

Party flag is picturesque,

You lead us to the peak of the times.

July 1 is your birthday, today.

I wiped a handful of tears and strung them into grateful pearls.

Send birthday gifts to the glorious China Producer Party;

It is a little gain from my practice on the three-foot platform in a peaceful environment.

That is the party's good policy broadcast to the "Rightist" children's beautiful life;

It was a well-off life in rural areas gradually enriched by reform and opening up.

That's the bright future brought by scientific and technological innovation to our mountain people.

I sang a hymn,

What is exciting is the turbulent waves of Yitong River.

Deep down is the pine forest of Dagushan.

Melodious is the eternal stretch of the Yangtze River.

High is the majestic Mount Everest.

I raised my glass,

Round Chinese characters are grateful,

What is strong is sincerity to the party.

I brought flowers,

Bud is the blessing of youth,

Blooming is the pride of the new century.

Not enough to criticize the party's policies.

I can't finish talking about the wisdom of the party.

Bright party flag,

You are a bolt of lightning.

Illuminate the painted night sky

Shenzhou VII successfully landed on the moon.

You are a ray.

Shake the spirit of China

The Olympic torch was lit over Beijing.

Party flag Piaopiao

You have harvested the richness of the Shanghai World Expo with your wisdom.

Winter snow is filled with the chill of the journey,

You use enthusiasm to arouse morale and calm.

Summer rain exudes fiery passion,

High-rise buildings are built for disaster relief.

Send 10 thousand policy to enrich the people and serve the people,

As long as you are 56 nationalities, as long as you come from China.

The course of 95 years has witnessed your struggle.

The vicissitudes of 95 years have left you an indomitable figure.

Party flag, wave upon wave, through the artillery fire of the revolutionary war;

Party flag, marching forward with high songs and striding across the road of construction;

Party flag, singing and dancing,

Accept 654.38+03 billion people to celebrate the glory of the 90th anniversary;

Party flag, which stands in the eastern half of the earth,

Flying in the spring of 2 1 century.

Bathed in the sunshine of 5 thousand years of splendid culture and education,

I grew up healthily from an ignorant teenager in party flag,

Become a self-disciplined party member.

Staring at the bright red party flag

Looking back on the past teaching career

The cultural baptism of half a century's life

More than 30 years of sweat in the teaching field

My blood, my passion,

I love more than ever before.

The sun is like fire and dazzling.

In the bright spring,

The motherland weaves colorful pictures day by day.

On the long and open coastline, what is harvested is science and civilization;

In the sound of the Three Gorges Dam,

The harvest is Dayu's unfinished music;

In mines, oil fields and furnaces,

The harvest is benefit and iron man spirit.

Second, "Singing July-Dedicated to the Party's Birthday"

Nanhu's boat

Ripples of new ideas

Take China into a new route.

Sickle and hammer

Put the July sky

Mosaic into a flag

a red flag

Dispel the darkness of the old society

Welcome to the new world.

July 1st is the seed.

Enter the land of China.

Grow into a festival

July in China

Light a red flame

Ring the loud morning bell.

Spread your soaring wings.

We are children in July.

Always remember your birthday.

Our July

Embark on the road of struggle

Hold high the banner of endeavor.

Sing a special set of songs

We are a wisp of red on the party flag.

Always know who to fly for.

There is a hammer on the flag.

With 60 million loyalties.

Shiny share

aerotrain

Manned spacecraft

Shape our strong character and iron will.

There is a sickle on the flag.

And 80 years of history.

We reap

Marxism

Mao Zedong Thought

Deng Xiaoping Theory

Harvest the strength of the country and the prosperity of the people.

Third, "I use my damaged palm."

Dai wangshu

I used my injured palm.

Explore this vast land:

This corner has been reduced to ashes,

That corner is just blood and mud;

This lake should be my hometown,

In spring, the embankment is full of flowers.

The tender willow branches are broken and have a strange smell.

I touched the coolness of seaweed and water;

The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.

The water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through the fingers;

The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia;

Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered,

There, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. ...

Invisible palms swept the mountains without complaint,

Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with darkness,

Only the far corner is still intact,

Warm, clear, firm and vigorous spring.

On it, I stroked it with my broken palm,

Like a lover's soft hair, a baby's milk.

I put all my strength in my palm.

Put it on, send love and all hope,

Because there is only the sun, no spring,

Will dispel the haze and bring Su Sheng,

Because it's the only place where we don't live like animals,

Die like an ant ... there, eternal China!

Fourth, "motherland, my dear motherland"

Shu Ting

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;

I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,

Do what you do in the tunnel of history;

I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time;

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Pull into your shoulder;

-the motherland!

I'm 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;

-the motherland!

I am your brand-new ideal,

Just broke free from the spider web of myth;

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

I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;

I am the newly painted white starting line;

This is crimson dawn.

It is sprayed;

-the 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

Yours; Abundance, your glory, your freedom;

-the motherland,

My dear motherland!

V "Red boat, set sail from South Lake"

A cruise ship

Split the waves of South Lake

A dozen hot-blooded youths

Committed to a red ideal.

The boat is not red.

The burning enthusiasm on the ship dyed it red.

It became a red field.

China Revolution 90 years ago.

Set sail from where the sun rises.

Maybe it's because the night is too long.

People are interested in the sun.

Have a strong desire.

So in my imagination,

A vivid modern history of China.

Just marked a ship.

The impression of marching in the rising sun

Carrying the vision of a country.

Take a tortuous road

Looking for a way to change the fate of China.

How many reefs and shoals are there?

How many stormy waves

The ship's voyage is in the undulating mast.

A line of poetry that reads smoothly.

At first, those pilots

I got lost in the wind and rain.

The critical moment of China's revolution.

A helmsman is at the helm.

Correct the ship's course

Jinggangfeng

Zunyi chengtou

Yan 'an pagoda

Xibaipo

Every revolutionary holy land

It's a bright light.

Navigation of great actions again and again.

Follow the ship's route

Thousands of ships

Chishui to Honghu Lake ...

From the Yellow River to the Yangtze River ...

Rivers, lakes and seas are roaring.

Assemble a huge team

Play the chorus of Dongfanghong

Landing in the shape of a rooster

Dawn has finally arrived.

Bright red sun

Never had today's glory.

Generation after generation at the helm

Open up a * * * * route.

Put our voyage

Always point in the direction of the sun;