Praise the party's classical poems

The following is a detailed introduction to the classical poems praising the party:

1, My Motherland My motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high, awakening the silence of dawn, a dragon flying into the sky, and the wind and cloud of the times. You are a magnificent lion, dancing the glory of China, the origin of human wisdom, and igniting the spark of civilization. You have a sacred name, and that is China. My motherland, my beloved motherland.

2, "Bless you, my motherland" My motherland, do you remember that 60 years ago, in the stormy and riddled with holes, you stood up trembling. Tell the world with a strong voice that I stand up. My motherland, over the past 60 years, you have experienced vicissitudes without losing your lofty sentiments, and the flood is ruthless. She once ravaged you, and the epidemic was stubborn. It used to haunt you, the wind and sand were cold, it hit you, and the snowstorm was indifferent. It used to freeze you, and the earthquake was very violent. It used to break you down. In the past years, it held its head high and carried everything.

3, "Drunken Dream Mountain" I am a proud eagle, I don't care about life, I only have my flight, to a lonely height, put my holy body on a youth that I don't look back. She looked at me with two eyes, like a bodhisattva. When my third rib was broken and my fifth rib was inserted obliquely into my heart, all the light fell asleep in the dark embrace. In the quiet night, I looked at the darkness in front of me and fell into another unspeakable light.