The poem of the 90th anniversary of the founding of the People s Republic of China, a little shorter

There is indeed no 90th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the founding of the People's Republic of China in 1949, and now it is 2011, 62 years at most, you are talking about the 90th anniversary of the founding of the Party, the poem is as follows:

The spark of Jinggang Mountain.

Light up the warm sun.

The grand imagination of the Zunyi Conference.

Turn a new page.

On the blood-stained flag.

Write my name Communist Party.

Monuments were erected in the hearts of the people.

Flags fluttered in the hearts of the people.

The faint lights of the caves in Yan'an.

Bloom with infinite light.

The sound of a million heroes.

The turbulent and rolling Yangtze River.

On the blood-stained flag.

Write my name Communist Party.

One hymn after another is sung in the land of the motherland.

Flags fluttered in the hearts of the people.

Create your own. 20 points to buy copyright? Amusing.

Ode to the Party Flag -- Celebrating the 90th Anniversary of the Founding of the Party.

The wind is changing, the rain is changing, and the wind and rain are ninety years.

Thinking about a lifetime, thinking about a lifetime, thinking about your blood boiling.

Oh! The party flag, a wisp of love is tightly tied to the hearts of the people, and a drop of blood dyes the scenery.

The hammer forges the modern civilization, and the sickle reaps the prosperity and joy of the nation.

One round per day, one round per month, harmony in the new century.

Love, love, and firm steps with you.

Oh! The party flag, a bright light, illuminates the hearts of the people, waving again and again to guide the future.

Heaven and earth bear witness to your eternal charm, and danger reveals your strength and charm.

Yes! The party flag, you are the soul of China's take-off, and you are a symbol of national unity.

Lead the people to prosperity and take precautions for the benefit of future generations.

National Day Poem 1:

Qinyuan Spring National Day.

Thousands of miles of clear sky, magnificent mountains and rivers, red flags fluttering.

Look at the square circle of Kyushu, the whole world celebrates; The rivers sing, flowing everywhere.

Social stability, people's happiness, and a new chapter in reform and opening up.

New China, like the world's dragon, stands tall in the East.

Today's glory depends on the direction of the party, government and state policy.

Reminiscing about the eventful years, the lives are devastated; Li Min is difficult, and the night is boundless.

Bullets rained down, birth and death, in exchange for a new red sun.

When cherished, the rivers and mountains will always be red, and the earth will be long.

National Day Poem II:

Motherland, I am proud of you!

When the majestic Huabiao puts the upright body in the dawn, when the majestic Tiananmen Square ushers in the rising sun.

In the ears of history, there is the rumbling echo of the salute, the echo of the mountains and seas, which is the echo of the vicissitudes of China.

A giant overlooks the world, a loud voice, the whole world hears, the People's Republic of China was founded!

When the first five-star red flag was raised, the banner of victory fluttered in the wind in the bright sky, the people raised their heads, the whole world saw it, and the Chinese people stood up from then on!

National Day Poem III:

My homeland. My motherland, the motherland I love so much.

You are the rooster that roars high--- awakens the silence of dawn, you are the dragon soaring into the sky--- the storm of the times, you are the majestic lion --- dancing the majestic wind of China, you are the origin of human wisdom --- ignite the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name, and that is China!

That's China, my motherland.

My beloved motherland.

I love my motherland deeply, my beating heart beats the pulse of 5,000 years, I love my motherland deeply, the surging blood rushes the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, I love my motherland deeply, the yellow ** is printed with the color left by my ancestors, and I love my motherland deeply.

Christmas comes, he comes, he somes, ushered in with a rain of plums, hollies in the windows greet him, in windows

Wait for him at the window to say hello, at the window.

Schools come driving post to meet him, gifts precede him bells proclaim him

The bell announces that he precedes his gifts.

Childhood (poetry).

Under the warm sun.

The cuckoo was chirping and laughing.

Topol's hands were also swaying in the wind.

Childish singing.

Swim in the running water.

The joyful years flowed like this.

In a green birch forest.

There's the murmur of worms.

White dandelions exude beautiful flower caps.

Companions for a reunion.

Run in the wind.

The intoxicating time jumps like this.

By the babbling creek.

There is the frolic of fish.

Oily aquatic plants swing in soft lines.

Loud screams.

Troubles that cut through the sky.

The joy of childhood just silently walked away.

Recently, I began to enrich my literary knowledge, only to find that I was facing the sea--- accompanied by the sea".

I love the sea, and I muster up the courage to stand by the sea, let myself step into the waves, and enjoy the sun.

I want to learn the skills of dolphins, light and vigorous, and swim freely in the dark blue world.

I want to learn the skills of sharks, and I want to turn the boundless ocean into a blood-stained battlefield.

I want to learn the skills of the blue whale, fearless, swinging its big fins, and crossing the space of the sea and sky.

Accompanied by the sea, leaving footprints, sailing away is the unchanging soul of you and me.

On the seaside, the tide rises and falls, and the ankles have turned white, which is the test of the waves on the feet;

On the seaside, the sun sets and the sun rises, and the cheeks are slightly dark, which is the challenge of the sun to the body;

At the seaside, the heart is surging, determine the direction, and face ahead.

I'm going to jump into the ocean.

Accompanied by the sea!

Love life Wang Guozhen.

I don't think I'll be able to make it.

Since you have chosen the distance.

Just take care of the wind and rain.

I don't think about whether I can win love.

Since I love roses.

I don't wonder if there's going to be a cold wind and rain behind me.

Since the goal is horizon.

All that is left to the world is the back.

I don't think about whether the future will be flat or muddy.

Just love life.

Everything is under control.

Golden Silk Clothes" Du Qiuniang.

Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth.

Flowers can be folded straight, do not wait for no flowers and empty branches.

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do re mi's homepage radio album like second-hand event send bean mail index finger: believe in the future.

When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth.

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty.

I still stubbornly lay out the ashes of disappointment.

Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future.

When my purple grapes turn to late autumn dew.

When my flowers snuggle up to someone else's feelings.

I still stubbornly use the withered vines of frost.

Write on the bleak earth: Believe in the future.

I'm going to use my finger to the waves that lead to the sky.

I will hold the sea of the sun with the palm of my hand.

Swaying the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn.

Write in a child's pen: Believe in the future.

Wang Guozhen's love for life.

Just find a five-word quatrain, 20 words! No matter how short it is, it's a couplet, hehe!

The shortest poem in ancient China, Wu Yue Chunqiu

Broken bamboo, continued bamboo; Flying soil, chasing meat.

The shortest poem is "Life" by the North Island

Net (well, just one word!)

Goose (Tang) Luo Bing Wang.

Goose, goose, goose, song to the sky, white hair floating green water, anthurium plucking green waves.

Chunxiao (Tang) Meng Haoran.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.