About 100 words, the poem celebrating July 1 is urgent. It's better to be original, not too long or can't remember. Thank you ~ ~ ~ Newcomers don't have much points. . . . . .

Party, my mom.

Open the long scroll of China's modern history.

How much sorrow, how much humiliation, how much pain.

Make today's expression look so pale and powerless.

From the red boat in Nanhu Lake to the five-star red flag in Tiananmen Square

History has turned a new page from here.

Since then, faith has dissolved sunlight into sickles and hammers.

Party, my mom.

You water every inch of the motherland with sweat.

You use strong arms

Safeguard the dignity of the Chinese nation and the reunification of the motherland

Every minute of your life's journey,

Are condensed with the vitality of spring.

Looking up at the sky, "China flies"

Overlooking the earth, the peaks jump and are unparalleled.

Party, my mom.

You are a magnificent epic.

Jiushizai Yufeng Road

Ninety years of baptism

Created the greatness and magic of China's production party.

The blood of the descendants of the Chinese people is flowing in the rolling Yangtze River.

The surging Huang Helang shows the strength and unyielding of the Chinese nation.

Gaze at today's calendar

The red mark in front of me turned into a battle flag.

On your 90th birthday.

That beautiful face is enough to eclipse everything.

Wisdom and courage are enough to surprise the world.

Party, my mom.

You come from ancient times.

You have been honed from the storm of the new century.

When the towering China watch is covered by dawn

When the new sun rises in the east

Our motherland is holding its head high.

Brand new 2 1 century!

Harmony is moonlight.

What is moonlight?

Stone deer who often wander around the ends of the earth, right?

Is the ebb and flow of the tides on both sides of the Taiwan Strait really a local accent?

The frozen Wolong on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, right?

The footprints of the Great Wall Road have been shining for a long time, haven't they?

A loving mother wanders through the water, doesn't she?

……

You can meet in the moonlight and take pictures.

Moonlight can be poured and shared.

As long as there is sunshine!

Infinite beauty is moonlight.

Moonlight is the Byakki Smoker of sunshine.

Even if there are clouds embracing the sun.

There are also clouds blocking the sun.

Clouds are afraid of sunlight.

There are clouds that refuse sunlight.

Dark clouds blocked the sun.

there is a song

There is a song,

Scattered around the earth,

Shuttle in the sun;

There is a song,

Flowing through blood vessels,

Inscribed in the heart;

The name of this song is-

Without the Party, there would be no new China.

This song has powerful lyrics and magnificent melody;

This song is a lamp that illuminates the soul and a fire that ignites faith;

This song is the blood blown by the wind and the honey juice brewed by the fruit;

This song has been rubbed by strong winds and polished by heavy rains;

This song is getting brighter and brighter; The more grinding, the more flashing;

This song, sung for half a century, has become more vivid;

This song, rooted in the hearts of several generations, flourished in the hearts of several generations. ...

This song lives in our hearts; It is integrated into our lives and into our blood;

With it, life will be full of color;

With it, life will be full of prosperity. ...

This song is extremely rich in connotation; Worth chewing for a lifetime;

This song tells us a truth-

Without the * * * production party, there would be no new China; Nothing for us;

It was the party that overthrew the three mountains that made the people feel the joy of turning over.

It is the party that leads the reform and opening up, and wealth enters the lives of the people;

It is the party that advocates the large-scale development of the western region and the Gobi rises as a new city;

Singing this song, we heard the call of the motherland again;

Singing this song, the party's entrustment rings in my ear;

We will receive the red flag of the revolution, and we will provoke the great cause of our parents;

We will make the future world fragrant with birds and flowers;

We will cook every day into sweet and delicious music. ...