The origin of National Day:
On October 1, 1949, the founding ceremony of the Central People's Government of the People's Republic of China (PRC), known as the National Opening Ceremony, was held in Tiananmen Square in Beijing.
The earliest person to propose "National Day" was Mr. Ma Shulun, on October 9, 1949, when the First National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference (CPPCC) held its first meeting. Mr. Xu Guangping spoke: "Mr. Ma Xulun can not come on leave, he asked me to say, the Chinese people *** and the founding of the country, there should be a national day, so I hope that this Council will decide to make October 1 as a national day." Commissioner Lin Boqiu also spoke to second the motion, asking for a discussion of the decision. On the same day, the meeting passed the proposal of "Requesting the Government to designate October 1 as the National Day of the People's Republic of China in place of the old National Day of October 10," which was sent to the Central People's Government for adoption and implementation.
The resolution adopted at the fourth meeting of the Central People's Government Committee on December 2, 1949, stated: "The Central People's Government Committee declares that from 1950 onwards, October 1 of each year, the great day on which the Chinese People's Republic of China was proclaimed, shall be the National Day of the Chinese People's Republic of China. "
This is the origin of the establishment of October 1 as the "birthday" of the People's Republic of China, or "National Day".
Since 1950, October 1 has become a holiday celebrated by all ethnic groups in China.
Poetry about National Day:
1. Du Fu's "Spring Hope": "The country is broken, the grass is deep in the city. Tears are splashed on the flowers when I am in mourning, and birds are frightened when I hate to say goodbye. The beacon fire lasts for three months, and the letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white head is even shorter, and I wish I could not win the hairpin."
2. Li Qingzhao's "Summer Day" (夏日绝句)："Being born as a man of great talent, I will die as a ghost. To this day, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Jiangdong River."
3. Fan Chengda's "Bridge over the State": "North and south of the state bridge is the street of heaven, and the fathers and elders wait for the return of the driver every year. I asked the messenger: "When will the six armies really come? When will the six armies really come?"
4. Lin Sheng's "The Question of Lin'an Residence": "Beyond the green hills and mountains, beyond the buildings, when will the songs and dances of the West Lake cease? The warm wind makes the tourists drunk, and they treat Hangzhou as Bianzhou."
5. Lu You's "Showing Children": "I know everything is empty when I die, but I don't see the nine states in sorrow. When the king's divisions are settled in the Central Plains, I will not forget to tell my father at the family memorial service."
6. Lu You, "Autumn night will be dawn out of the hedge door to welcome the cool feeling": "30,000 miles of the river east into the sea, 5,000 still on the mountain sky. The remnants of the tears in the dust of Hu, looking south to the king's division for another year."
7. Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing Zero Dingyang": "The hard work of the world has been a long time in coming, and the stars are all around me. The mountains and rivers are shattered, the wind is fluttering, and the world is floating in the rain. I am afraid to say I am afraid at the beach, and I am afraid to say I am afraid in the zero-ding ocean. Life from ancient times who have no death, leave the heart of Dan Zhi Zhaoqing."
8. Yu Qian's "Lime Chant": "Thousands of hammers and ten thousand chisels come out of the mountains, and the fire burns as if it were idle. I am not afraid of breaking my bones, but I want to leave my innocence on earth."
9. Gong Zizhen, "Miscellaneous Poems on the Occasion of the 60th Anniversary of the Birthday of the Lord" (Part V): "The sun slopes down in a wave of sadness, and the whip points eastward toward the end of the world. The falling red is not an unfeeling thing, and it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers even more."