Poetry praising the party and the motherland

Poems praising the party and the motherland are as follows:

1, "My Motherland" The mountains and rivers crossed by the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and Shenzhou presents a brilliant journey everywhere, such as golden lights, which illuminate the sails of the voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, leads the people all over the world and opens up a broad road to make the motherland as beautiful as a flower, depicting the glory of the East, my motherland and the beautiful motherland as a flower.

From your spirit, from your blueprint, I understand the burning soul and the hardships of opening up a brilliant tomorrow. My motherland, from the frontier to the coast, has your charm and beauty. I am full of simple feelings and send my deep feelings from afar. I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and bright.

My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, have created eternal rivers and mountains, and the reform, opening up and development have illuminated the world's vision. I am proud of the glory of my motherland, my motherland and the sun at dawn. I am holding firm beliefs, turning surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence and creating a better tomorrow.

The great motherland, the cradle of oriental civilization, is like a Mercedes-Benz train, facing the dawn of the century, holding high the burning faith and heading for a more brilliant future. My ancient and young motherland, I am a young plant in your vast land.

2, "Red Boat, Set sail from South Lake" A cruise ship, South Lake, a dozen hot-blooded youths, is planning a red ideal. The boat was not red, but the burning enthusiasm in the boat dyed it red and became a red venue. The China Revolution 90 years ago set sail from the place where the sun rose, perhaps because the night was too long.

People have a strong desire for the sun, so in my field of vision, a vivid modern history of China has branded a ship's mark. The impression of marching in the rising sun carries the vision of a nation, running a tortuous course, looking for a course to change the fate of China, how many reefs and shoals, and how many stormy waves.

The voyage of the ship is written in the ups and downs of the employees. At first, the helmsman was lost in the wind and rain. At the critical moment of the China Revolution, a helmsman took the helm and corrected the ship's course. Jinggangshan, Zunyi Chengtou, Yan 'an Pagoda, Xibaipo ...

Every revolutionary holy land is a shining lighthouse, navigating great actions again and again. Along the ship's route, thousands of ships, from Chishui to Honghu ... from the Yellow River to the Yangtze River ... all the rivers, lakes and seas are roaring, gathering into a huge team, playing the chorus of Dongfanghong, and the rooster-shaped earth has finally issued a dawn, a bright red sun, and has never had today's glory.

Generation after generation of the helm, opened up a route with China characteristics, always pointing our voyage in the direction of the sun.