A poem commemorating the 20th anniversary of the establishment of the land tax!! Hurry!!

In accordance with the relevant provisions of the state, all employees of a unit who are investigated for criminal responsibility shall have their previous years of service invalidated, and their length of service shall be counted from the time they rejoin the working period, and if they have participated in pension insurance before being imprisoned and have paid insurance premiums on time, the period of payment can be counted as the length of service of the contributions, which may be combined with the payment of contributions after being released from prison, and after 15 years, they will go through the retirement formalities at the retirement age.

There will be a rehabilitation of political prisoners! I'm afraid of robbery!

Pick one of your own.

Seven Uniques: Celebrating the 90th Anniversary of the Founding of the Party.

The vast universe of the sun and the moon shuttle, the world is prosperous and peaceful.

The mountains and rivers of Xuyang Jiuye are beautiful, and Chixian County sings a song of thanks.

Seven Laws: Feelings for the 90th Anniversary of the Founding of the Party.

Rolling dark clouds cover Jiuzhou, and workers and peasants are bathed in blood and torrents;

The sickle kills the enemy with pride, and the soldiers are rewarded with ambition;

The spring breeze of reform blows the earth, and the flying color pen paints the blueprint;

Worrying about the people and the country has no shame, and the party is established for the public ninetieth autumn.

Ode to the Party Flag.

The nine-rank party flag is red, and the South Lake wind is smiling and singing.

The love is sprinkled with Xibaipo, and the glow reflects the city of Beijing.

The flag-bearer leads the way, and hundreds of millions of people continue the long march.

Ambition writes ambitions, and harmony runs for rejuvenation!

I feel the 90th anniversary of the founding of the party.

The land of China is full of atmosphere, and the ancient world welcomes the soul of Marxism-Leninism.

The anti-Japanese war eliminated the sun and the moon, and changed the dynasty and turned the tide.

The monks of the temple asked about the cycle, and democracy cultivated the roots of Wandai.

Commemorating the 90th anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party of China.

The flag flutters in the ninety years of the Shenzhou calendar, and the spirit of bloody wind and rain. Generations of ploughing flowers are bright and bright, and they are determined to be more fragrant.

Ask the voice of the question, and ask for the original. The journey is treacherous and cautious. The vicissitudes of the road stained with blood, looking back, the long song to realize the dream of sacrificing the soul.

The 90th Anniversary of the Founding of the Communist Party of China - The Red Boat Set Sail (1).

The five mountains groaned, the earth was dim, and the bad water was rippling. In October, a cannon rang out; Shenzhou May Fourth, several roaring clouds. The red ghost, the capital is permeated, setting off the waves of the Xiangjiang River. When will it take, may Daluan Xiangyu leap into the blue sky.

Who will clean up the rivers and mountains? Look at the north Li Nan Chen to attract the sages. Gather in Shanghai and have Chixian in mind; Swim on the lake again and ride the red boat. Twelve boys, inspiring Wenyu, the big waves and sand are different. Watching the sea, riding the long wind and breaking the waves, hanging straight to the cloud sail.

Decades have passed in a hurry, and decades have passed in a flash.

Looking forward to the past, the years are like songs.

The years become the point of history, and a certain point becomes the turning point of historySometimes the dream, although very ethereal, interprets a beautiful story.

Sometimes the reality is sincere, but it weaves a terrible nightmare.

The smoke of war has been permeating for too long, and even the air still smells of gunpowder when walking in the homeland of history.

Decades of time, generous, heroic, tactful, melodious, complaining, sad, forging ahead, trying to be strong.

Party, we sing for you.

Party, we will always follow you, thousands of generations, thousands of generations will not be separated.

Error Zheng Chouyu.

I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound of trampling is not loud, and the spring curtain in March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I am not a returner, but a passerby.

Broken Chapter - Bian Zhilin.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

A generation of Gu Cheng.

The night gave me black eyes.

But I use it to find light.

Don't look at the city in the spring, I waved my handkerchief lightly, do you want me to go away, or will I return immediately?

No, it's nothing, it's nothing, it's like a falling flower in water, like the dew on a flower......

Only the shadow understands, only the wind can understand, only the colorful butterflies that sigh and startle are still flying in the heart......

Far and near Gu Cheng You, look at me for a while, and look at the clouds for a while.

I feel that when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are close.

I love this land.

If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat

This storm-stricken land, this river of grief that forever rags with us, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the ...... of the dawn that comes from the woods

Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much......

Weight Han Han.

She put the bloody head on the balance of life, so that all the survivors were lost.

Weight. Shayanara.

Xu Zhimo is the most gentle with his bowed head, like a water lotus flower that is not shy, and he cherishes it, cherishes it, and there is sweet sorrow in that cherishment

Shayanara. Occasionally, Xu Zhimo.

I am a cloud in the sky, projected by chance in the heart of your waves.

You don't need to be surprised, let alone rejoice, to be wiped out in an instant.

You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction;

It's better for you to remember, it's better for you to forget, the lights that shine on each other at this rendezvous!

Alleys Gu Cheng. The alleys are long and winding.

There are no doors and no windows.

I'll take an old key.

Knocking on a thick wall.

Arc Gu Cheng. Birds in the wind.

Turn quickly. The boy went to pick it up.

One cent. Grapevines due to fantasy.

And the extended filaments.

The waves retreated.

And the towering back.

I miss you.

You say will not be forgotten.

You told me.

You can look for it online, a lot of them.

I used to be a navy.

I used to be a navy.

Love the ship, love the island, love the ocean.

There is a sea blue flowing in the blood.

The chest cavity rises and falls, and the tide rises.

Treasured sailor uniforms.

Fold into a commemorative shape.

Blue waters.

Ripple on the shawl.

The South China Sea.

Tie it to a streamer with an anchor.

Wearing a close-fitting sea soul shirt.

The soul is still surging in the South China Sea.

Seagulls fly over the sea.

That's my heart soaring.

Through the sunshine, the emotions are sprinkled on the sea frontier.

The sea breeze stretches my thoughts long.

It was as if I was back in the arms of the sea.

The battleship is still cleaving the waves.

Look out at the endless blue sky.

Thousands of miles of ocean, like a song.