Red poem "July 1"

Bright red party flag's never-fading male collar; I don't know who was the original designer of the female collar; Our party flag is the brightest red collar for men and women; Like a blooming sun; Break through the darkness; * * *！ Male collar: but I know that on the national flag, male collar: dyed red with the blood of martyrs, female collar: after several generations, female collar: your color is more solemn and warmer. Male collar: it's your male collar: it's your female collar: it's your female collar: it witnessed those hard and glorious years. Male collar: under your leadership, we grew up from small to large, from weak to strong. Male collar: under your leadership, we have established. A Brand-new China Male Collar: You never know. Man Qi: The Great Power collapses and the Red Star falls. Nuqi: Western prophets are looking at China Nuqi: They want to see when our bright red party flag will fade. Gong Qi: "Gong Ling is full of glory, like iron. Today, the new generation of collective leadership has made bold decisions and carried out advanced education. Make sure that our flag is always bright red and never fades. Like a tree, you cannot leave the earth. Like a drop of water, you can't leave the river. Like fish, you can't leave water. Like light, it is inseparable from fire. The ruling party cannot leave the people. The people's hope is the party's choice. Men and women cannot leave. Power belongs to the people. Male collar: We don't deny the shadow female collar in the sun. We don't deny the cancer of corruption ravaging men's collars: how long can the red flag last? As early as the war years, there was a problem about men's collars: big waves wash sand, our mainstay is as steady as Mount Tai, and women's collars: we constantly absorb fresh blood after giving up the old ones. Our team is growing, and our flag has not faded. Male leaders: Lei Feng, who forgot himself, and Jiao, who devoted himself to the people, and female leaders from Zhang Side, who devoted themselves to Tibet, and Qi Aiqun, who sang folk songs alone on the post road in Banma. The pioneer of the times leads the fashion: the spirit of the old ox lies in dedication rather than acquisition.