Party! My mother!

A cruise ship born in South Lake is like the rising sun in the sky.

The vicissitudes of the motherland, like a sleeping lion,

I suddenly opened my eyes under your dazzling light.

The long tassels of the autumn harvest riots and the gunfire of the August 1 uprising,

The horn at the head of Jinggangshan, the battle song of the Long March,

Party, my dear mother, you hold high the banner of sickle and axe,

Lead the sons and daughters of China to forge ahead bravely.

The convening of Zunyi Conference and the victory against the Japanese aggressors,

The reconciliation of Xi' an incident ... party, my mother,

With extraordinary wisdom, you saved the day, saved the people and decided the fate of the country. ...

The two countries cooperated several times to form a United front.

Adaptation of the Red Army of Workers and Peasants ... Party, my mother,

Show you everywhere: broad-minded, sincere love of peace.

The wheel of history is rolling forward and no one can stop it.

The party, my mother, with extraordinary courage,

Leading millions of warriors, crossing the river, chasing poor bandits and binding the black dragon,

Raise a five-star red flag over the motherland.

The party, my mom,

Every minute of your life journey is full of energy.

Your dusty sweat has soaked every inch of the motherland.

You walk through thorns, from hope to new hope.

Build the Three Gorges, fight floods and collect Hong Kong and Macao,

Party, my dear mother,

You warmed the hearts of Chinese people all over the world with maternal love.

Party, my dear mother,

You have safeguarded the unity of the motherland and the dignity of the nation with strong arms.

Today, you are still full of energy and glory.

Leading hundreds of millions of people in China to play the symphony of reform and opening up.

From the East China Sea to Tibet, from Nansha to northern Xinjiang.

Party, my mother, under your wise and correct guidance,

We are singing the story of spring and striding across the new century.

Party, my mother, today is your birthday.

As your children, we show you-

Warmest and sincere congratulations.

No matter when and where, you will always be in your child's heart-

The kindest, greatest and most sacred mother.

Party, my mom!

2. A beautiful poem, praising the party and the motherland.

When the dawn of 2 1 century is swaying on the sea.

The mighty tide, the humiliation of bravely beating rust,

The stormy waves washed away the magnificent echo of the lapping.

A hundred years of loneliness, a hundred years of vicissitudes.

China people caressed the towering trees with proud eyes,

Listen to rivers, lakes and oceans.

"Hold your iron fist and take your time."

"Foreign invasion, no guns, no guns, the enemy made it for us." ...

"Two bombs and one star", the tiger whistling in the west wind and the bright moon for nine days.

Decline, hardship and prosperity, let me know what is called.

Pride after nirvana!

In my heart, you are me.

Endless glory-

Writing a new blueprint for "four comprehensiveness"

"Five in One" leads the pace of the times

The "Thirteenth Five-Year Plan" is the dream of the whole people.

"Building a well-off society in an all-round way, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the horn of a strong army is ringing!"

This is the motherland-

3. Fan Wensan, a beautiful poem praising the party and the motherland.

The sky in July is colorful, and the earth in July is full of laughter.

The starlight in July illuminates the road in the long night, and the rosy clouds in July ignite the fire in the heart.

July's face is filled with laughter, and the city in July flies out with cheerful songs:

Ninety-nine years ago, a hammer of thought awakened the lion who had been sleeping for thousands of years.

Ninety-nine years ago, a sickle of wisdom cut off all the shackles of the old world.

Ninety-nine years ago, it was a heavy milestone that condensed the pursuit of several generations.

Ninety-nine years ago, it was a brilliant symphony, which interpreted the ebb and flow of fate.

Ninety-nine years ago, it was a calm ship, full of China people's dreams of self-improvement.

Ninety-nine years ago, it was the loud horn that sounded the victory of the people of China:

Twilight, let the clouds pass, and the solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years.

The torrent courageously entered, washing away the pollution for a hundred years, and the stormy waves slapped the canyon, causing many bumps in fate.

Cultivate the green leaves of faith, water the ideal flowers, and the party flag flutters to guide us to fill the ravine.

Bypassing the rapids, the flag of the sickle and hammer will always fly ahead.

Bearing in mind the teachings for the people and the pragmatic entrustment, the troubled China began to weave a colorful life

Peach blossoms smile in the spring breeze, and people are flushed. China, who walked through the historical tunnel, wrote about the future.

The bright moon is drunk with lotus flowers, and the desert receives the sunset.

The intoxicating picture contains the dream of the Chinese nation's civilization and prosperity.

Climbing the back of the years, vicissitudes of life confirm the pace of search:

The energetic people of China think with wisdom.

Sow with hardworking hands and water with boiling sweat.

With sincere expectations, hopes, difficulties, opportunities, challenges and heavy responsibilities.

In an instant, it turned into a mighty force and set sail quickly towards prosperity, civilization and harmony.

Finally, I crossed the heavy threshold and opened a new chapter like a myth.

The bustling market replaced the cold village, and the barren land was covered with golden fruits:

The highlights of economic construction have increased, investment promotion has given birth to encouragement, and project construction has become bigger and stronger.

Cooperative medical care solves people's worries, and studying in the United States helps to protect people's worries.

The wind is clean, the future is bright, and everyone praises it.

Set off a storm of responsibility, promote the efficiency revolution, and go all out to optimize the development environment.

4. A beautiful poem eulogizes the model of the party and the motherland.

The sky in July, if it weren't for the red flag.

How can there be today's magnificent mountains and rivers?

Without that little spark, how could we have a happy and healthy life today?

If it weren't for that tenacious belief, how could it be today?

Brilliant China, red July.

We are wearing red flags, and there is a magical land between heaven and earth.

In red July, we sing passionately.

Immortal hymn of the century, red July.

We write the hard course of 99 years with affectionate pen and ink.

The dust of the years can't cover up your eternal youthful appearance.

The long river of history can't precipitate the achievements you fought for.

Forerunners and descendants all hold a glorious belief.

-China * * * producer.

In difficult times, you are an eternal fire.

Spread hope in the heart

In times of peace, you are an ever-burning lamp.

Guide the pace of progress

So, this hymn

I sang for you for 99 years, but I didn't sing enough.

So, the heart lamp that you light up.

Light up the red China with burning life.

5. Van Wu Wen, a beautiful poem praising the party and the motherland.

There is a song called "Without the * * * Production Party, there would be no new China".

There is a song that spreads on the earth and shuttles in the sun;

There is a song, flowing in the blood, engraved 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. ...

There is a song that lights up our years; Fragrant our life;

There is a song that swells the ideal sail; Fill the gaps in the journey;

There is a song, the more you sing, the brighter your eyes are; The more you sing, the wider your mind becomes;

Forward is a torch, thirsty is a clear wave;

When it is dull, it is thunder, and when it is lost, it is a constellation;

It is the bright moon in my heart, it is the green leaf of the tree of life;

The name of this song is-"Without the Party, there would be no new China".