The sun shines in July, July flowers open, in this beautiful and picturesque season, the party flag is fluttering in the wind. The golden hammer and sickle, evoking our endless feelings and associations, such as the fire of the bright red flag, converged into a magnificent declaration, cast into a great epic.
In July, in the blue water of the South Lake, nurturing, rising a round of red sun, awakening a long-sleeping nation, reflecting the red 9.6 million square kilometers of the Chinese land, illuminating the east of the world.
July, in the clanging sound of the hammer moving, played the unyielding pursuit and yearning; in the dazzling light of the sickle flashing, split the Chinese people pressed in the head of the mountains. You defeated the Japanese jackals and expelled the Chiang dynasty with an unrelenting momentum. You are like a fire, prairie fire in the land of China, to save the toiling masses; you have a strong appeal and cohesion, lifting up the spine of China, aiming at the direction of progress, the boat of the nation, sailing to the other side of the shore of victory.
The topic of July, is our blood rushing, such as the mighty river; July story, pulling the hundreds of millions of people beating pulse. Ninety-one years of wind, rain and lightning, in my heart convergence: from the South Lake of the Red Boat, from Jinggangshan on the big knife spear, to the Zunyi city head of the sunlight flashes; and that, the Long March road fierce battles, the Shaanbei Yan'an cave lights; Yangzi River surface sails such as clouds; Tian'anmen Square, red flags like fire? Faith, faith, confidence, the ideal tree will always flourish and blossom in July; the blood of the payment, the life of the investment, finally created a new China. The people's trust, the trust of the earth, is the bright red party flag glittering, illuminating the motherland's miles of mountains and rivers, writing countless songs and tears of the chapter!
July, in ? Practice is the only standard for testing the truth? The great discussion, the scroll of history opened a new page, reform, opening up quickly and vigorously, buildings rising, China's economic achievements are not only written in the history of China, but also in the history of the world carved a brilliant page, the Chinese nation as if the Great Wall of steel general impregnable! More than three decades of reform period, and how many thorns, bumps in the road, the history of rare floods, let the people scared of the SARS epidemic, the face of more than a dozen provinces of the hundred-year snow and ice disaster, the Sichuan Wenchuan earthquake. Party ah! It is your brightly colored party flag led by the Chinese people, hand in hand will be a tribulation blocked at the foot! The return of Hong Kong and Macao to fulfill the long-cherished dream of history, once again proclaimed to the world: ? The People's Republic of China is now strong. *** and the country's ship riding the wind and waves, all the way to the triumphal march!
Ninety-one years, ninety-one sad and brilliant July, ninety-one hundred and one hundred and one pursuit, we came over. A line of heavy footprints, a song of high praise, a vast iron army, the courage to go forward, sharp. Whether in the battlefield of blood and fire, or in the boiling hustle and bustle of the construction site, we have never stopped forging ahead and pioneering, seventy-six million of the Party's best sons and daughters, has never changed the noble character of selflessness and dedication.
The thousands of mountains in the northern part of Serbia stand in my chest, and the ten thousand waters of the south of the Yangtze River flow through my heart. I was in July of 1979, but also in the season of flowers in full bloom, to join a member of the Chinese ****产党, thirty-three years of party cultivation, can not help but let go of the singing voice, indulge in cheering: long live, the great Chinese ****产党.
Dear party, ninety years of wind and rain, cast your strong will, you have a sky-like mind, any thunder explosion, eagle soaring; you have a sea-like momentum, carrying ships in the tip of the wave, roll storm at the head of the tide. Today, I see the dear party, under the leadership of Hu Jintao, any dying plot or corrupt desire, are not detrimental to your greatness.
When the red flag stained the land of China, the party, you play the strongest voice of the times, should be sung with the motor, the waves of reform, the Chinese children's blood ignited, so that the Kunlun stood up to China's self-esteem, self-reliance, self-reliance, so that the Yangtze River rolled the huge waves, laughing to meet the storm clouds of the new century, the challenges of the times.
Ninety-one years of the vicissitudes of life, the sword and gall paved embroidery, 1.3 billion children of the yellow heart cast brilliant. Our tomorrow, will be infinitely better, our motherland, will be prosperous, rich and strong.
July lyrical prose: singing July
July, is a hammer on the burning name,
July, is a sickle on the glittering name,
July, is a party flag on the name of the hunting wind.
July, through the watershed of history on the banks of the new century.
Ninety years ago, in July, a red boat sowing seeds of light set sail from the South Lake in Jiaxing, injecting vitality and strength into the semi-colonial and semi-feudal land of China.
Ninety years ago, in July, a group of Chinese people shouted the strongest voice of the century in a low voice, bringing hope and light to the disaster-stricken China.
In the twenty-eight years since then, that giant with a strong Hunan accent has used a pair of big hands that point to the mountains and mountains and stir up words to draw strength from the rolling Yangtze River, and tree the meandering and undulating Great Wall into a spine. Carrying the destiny of China and the hope of the times in a boat of wisdom, he traversed the countercurrent of blood and fire, love and hate, blight and glory, rise and fall. From then on, the glittering name of July, by the starry fire of October hot pressure into the gilded cover of the new China.
Ninety years of vicissitudes, leaving your tough figure,
Ninety years of course, witness your struggle footprints.
? Reform and opening up? One country, two systems. The concept of "one country, two systems" has made the Bauhinia and the Golden Lotus bloom side by side.
The grand blueprint for the development of the western region, the Three Gorges Project, the opening of the Qinghai-Tibet Railway, the successful launch of Shenzhou VI, the brilliant attention of hosting the Olympic Games, and the triumph of natural disasters? Let the people of the country proud, let the world be amazed! Our party with steel shoulders to shoulder the heavy burden of 1.3 billion people, from a brilliant to another brilliant.
Today, we are bathed in the candlelight of your ninetieth birthday, and our hearts are surging with the passion to worship the epic. On the road of the Chinese Revolution, you left a line of bright red and bright footprints.
In July, the mountains were beautiful, the grass was green and the flowers were fragrant
In July, the songs and laughter, the colorful flags fluttered
In July, the society was harmonious, and the people were well-being
In July, the long river of history was more profound and sparkling because of your twists and turns and magnificence.
The notes of July in the flowers of the southern border of the warbler singing, July's melody in the original Chi wax elephants in the north played, July's beat in the rolling waves of the East China Sea jumping, July's song in the ever-changing west of the fluttering? July as the fire of the flag is an endless poem, July as the fire of passion is an endless hymn, July as the fire of youth is a blueprint.
July, give me your hammer, I'm the poem you pour from history; July, give me your sickle, I'm the song you harvest from the years; July, give me your torch, I'm the light you shine in the fire of the revolution? In your inspiration, our loyalty surges with the Yangtze River's exciting waves; in your call, our blood rushes with the Yellow River's thrilling waves. July let us use our hard-working hands for you to clink the glass of blessing; July, let us use our high fighting spirit for you to sing a better future.