The red classic poems of the 90th anniversary of the founding of the party, the words are simple

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.

Hehe, I crashed with someone.

The party-state has changed dramatically. Ninety years of wind and rain.

Sweeping away the vicissitudes of 5,000 years.

The sickle and hammer are the strength of our unity.

The red star shows us the way.

Ninety years of wind and rain.

Wash away the vicissitudes of thirty years.

The unconditional surrender of the Wakos.

"Serenity" in a corner of peace with the Kuomintang

Ninety years of wind and rain.

Thirty years of vicissitudes of natural and man-made disasters.

When natural disasters ravage, we resist with flesh and blood.

Anyway, we set a new course from the new one.

Ninety years of wind and rain.

It is the vicissitudes of innovation and exploration.

The open door of the country is ready for the ever-changing confrontation.

In the end, we stand on Everest and become the backbone of the world.

Rejoice billions of people.

The celebration cannot be overstated.

Make great achievements.

Before the party leads the people.

Kyushu Grand Festival.

All directions are showing their faces.

Zhou Tiantong sang.

Every year I look back on today.

There is a song, her name is "Without the Communist 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 that flows in the veins and is engraved in the heart;

The name of this song is "Without the Communist Party, there would be no New China"!

This song, the lyrics are sonorous and powerful, and the melody is majestic;

This song is a lamp that illuminates the heart and ignites the fire of faith;

This song is the wind blowing the blood, and it is the fruit of brewing honey;

This song has been rubbed by the wind and polished by the heavy rain, and the more it is rubbed, the brighter it is, and the more it is polished, the more it flickers;

This song has been sung for half a century, and the more it is sung, the more vivid it becomes;

This song, rooted in the hearts of several generations, has flourished in the hearts of generations ......This song lives in our hearts;

It resides in our lives, into our blood;

With it, life will be full of color;

With it, life will be full of vigorous ......

This song is extremely rich in connotation and worth chewing for a lifetime;

This song tells us a truth: without the Communist Party, there would be no New China;

It was the party that overthrew the three mountains and the people tasted the joy of turning over;

It is the party that leads the reform and opening up, and prosperity enters the lives of the people;

It was the party that advocated the development of the western region, and the Gobi rose to a new city;

Singing this song, we heard the command of the motherland again;

Singing this song, the party's entrustment sounded in my ears again;

We will take over the red flag of the revolution, and we will provoke the great cause of our fathers;

We will make the future world full of birds and flowers;

We will cook one day after another into sweet and delicious ** ......There is a song that illuminates our years and fragrances our lives;

There is a song that puffs up the ideal sails and fills the ravines of the journey;

There is a song, the more you sing, the brighter your eyes are, and the more you sing, the more broad-minded you become;

It is the torch when it advances, it is the clear wave when it is thirsty;

It is thunder when it is dull, it is a constellation when it is lost;

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

The name of this song is "Without the Communist Party, there would be no New China"!

1. Celebrate the 100th anniversary of party building.

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.

2. Seven Laws: Feelings for the 100th 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 is not ashamed, and the party is built for the public for a hundred years.

3. Ode to the Party Flag in Ancient Style.

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!

4. The centenary of the founding of the party is impressive.

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.

Ninety songs of birthday singing, immortality and eternal youth!

5. Commemorating the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party of China.

The flag flutters in Shenzhou for hundreds of years, and the spirit of bloody wind and rain baths.

Generations of ploughing flowers are bright and bright, and they are determined to be more fragrant.

Ask the voice of the question, seek the root, and the journey is dangerous and cautious.

The vicissitudes of the road stained with blood, looking back, the long song to realize the dream of sacrificing the soul.

A song "Seven Laws. Communist Party" to you.

The Seven Laws. Communist Party

100 years since the founding of the party

Hu Bingyan said that the realization of communism is our party's unchanging belief.

On the day of its founding, our party marched courageously toward its goal.

Bloody rain and bloody wind, our party used a majestic body to stop it.

Ghosts are entangled, and our party leads the people to drive them away with whips.

Driving out the Tartars, our party soaked Kyushu with blood.

Only when the people are happy can our party feel safe.

Turning the tide, our party has returned a blue sky to China.

Strategizing, our party keeps the people safe at all times.

Without forgetting the original intention, our party has made more efforts to improve the goal.

In the reform and opening up, our party has made the people rich.

Dedication and integrity. To achieve your goals, dedicate your life.

Rejoice billions of people.

The celebration cannot be overstated.

Make great achievements.

Before the party leads the people.

Kyushu Grand Festival.

All directions are showing their faces.

Zhou Tiantong sang.

Every year I look back on today.

The first word of each sentence is connected to the following:

Celebrate the 90th anniversary of the founding of the CPC.

2. Ninety years of wind and rain.

Sweeping away the vicissitudes of 5,000 years.

The sickle and hammer are the strength of our unity.

The red star shows us the way.

Ninety years of wind and rain.

Wash away the vicissitudes of thirty years.

The unconditional surrender of the Wakos.

"Serenity" in a corner of peace with the Kuomintang

Ninety years of wind and rain.

Thirty years of vicissitudes of natural and man-made disasters.

When natural disasters ravage, we resist with flesh and blood.

Anyway, we set a new course from the new one.

Ninety years of wind and rain.

It is the vicissitudes of innovation and exploration.

The open door of the country is ready for the ever-changing confrontation.

In the end, we stand on Everest and become the backbone of the world.

3. A change in the wind, a change in the rain, a ninety years of wind and rain.

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. Fourth

Xia Minghan's "Poems of Righteousness".

It doesn't matter if you cut off your head, as long as the doctrine is true. Kill Xia Minghan, and the descendants!

Always hear the spark from the depths of history.

Shouting and running all the way, always hearing a rifle.

Wake up the sleeping mountains and rivers, and always hear a handful of millet.

Feeding the revolution that is waiting to be fed.

Ninety years of long poems have brought tears to my eyes when I read them.

Ninety years, a belief will polish the days brighter and brighter.

Ninety years, sparks struck in the bones of sickles, ears of wheat, and hammers, a great meeting on a ship, a flood.

The mighty teacher, a 25,000-mile road broke into a butterfly.

A warm blood, a red-hot faith ......

Party! When I snuggled up to the chest of the earth like a little grass.

Facing the rising sun, I hear you break the spring.

Plant the sound of abundant people's livelihood, hear the flames.

The sound of running in time, hearing a fast horse.

The voice that carries life to the light is still heard.

July, who was once weak and thin, became tall.

Her singing voice is all over the mountains!

The party-state has changed dramatically. Ninety years of wind and rain.

Sweeping away the vicissitudes of 5,000 years.

The sickle and hammer are the strength of our unity.

The red star shows us the way.

Ninety years of wind and rain.

Wash away the vicissitudes of thirty years.

The unconditional surrender of the Wakos.

"Serenity" in a corner of peace with the Kuomintang

Ninety years of wind and rain.

Thirty years of vicissitudes of natural and man-made disasters.

When natural disasters ravage, we resist with flesh and blood.

Anyway, we set a new course from the new one.

Ninety years of wind and rain.

It is the vicissitudes of innovation and exploration.

The open door of the country is ready for the ever-changing confrontation.

In the end, we stand on Everest and become the backbone of the world.

The party-state has changed dramatically.

Ninety years of wind and rain.

Sweeping away the vicissitudes of 5,000 years.

The sickle and hammer are the strength of our unity.

The red star points us in the direction of the Enlightenment.

Ninety years of wind and rain.

Wash away the vicissitudes of thirty years.

The unconditional surrender of the Wakos.

"Serenity" in a corner of peace with the Kuomintang

Ninety years of wind and rain.

Thirty years of vicissitudes of natural and man-made disasters.

When natural disasters ravage, we resist with flesh and blood.

Anyway, we set a new course from the new one.

Ninety years of wind and rain.

It is the vicissitudes of innovation and exploration.

The open door of the country is ready for the ever-changing confrontation.

In the end, we stand on Everest and become the backbone of the world.

The party-state has changed dramatically.

Bai ninety years of wind and rain.

Du swept away the vicissitudes of five thousand years.

The sickle zhi hammer is the strength of our unity

The red star shows us the way within.

Ninety years of wind and rain.

Wash away the vicissitudes of thirty years.

The unconditional surrender of the Wakos.

"Serenity" in a corner of peace with the Kuomintang

Ninety years of wind and rain.

Thirty years of vicissitudes of natural and man-made disasters.

When natural disasters ravage, we resist with flesh and blood.

Anyway, we set a new course from the new one.

Ninety years of wind and rain.

It is the vicissitudes of innovation and exploration.

The open door of the country is ready for the ever-changing confrontation.

In the end, we stand on Everest and become the backbone of the world.

You have the color of the morning sun.

The sky in the east is red.

You have the same temperature as the boiling point.

You are the rainbow of labor pains.

Graft the bridge of the Chinese nation's take-off.

You write lyrics with remarkable achievements.

Tell the story of spring.

The sharpened scythe.

Overcoming obstacles. Cut off the rotten tumor of old China.

The hammer that rises high.

The force is heavy. The heavy shackles of the old society have been smashed.

You are a banner of truth.

Through 88 spring and autumn seasons, it will never fade.

You are a fluttering battle flag.

Countless outstanding sons and daughters have gone forward for you.

You are an eternal party flag.

The flag resounded with a solemn and sacred oath.

You are the Big Dipper who guides the way in the long night.

You are the guiding beacon of the sea.

You melt the golden party emblem into the red blood.

Accumulate a belief that will never change.

You weave the future with the light of the sun.

Build a rich and beautiful home.

Because of you, July beats with a glittering flame.

Because of you, Qiyi has a fiery theme.

You are a grand blueprint.

Meticulously designed by three generations of leaders.

You are a colorful picture.

It is jointly portrayed by 1.3 billion people.

You are like a spring breeze.

Turn deserts into oases.

Thou hast sounded like a trumpet.

It gives us the strength to forge ahead.

You turn the tide.

Correct the navigation beacon again and again.

You have a long way to go.

Shouldering the mission of the prosperity of the motherland.

Today in the twenty-first century.

You use the good news that is frequent.

It has composed an ode to reform and opening up.

You use groundbreaking feats.

Leading fifty-six nationalities.

Towards a brighter tomorrow.