Singing for the Great Communist Party of China ( Group Chapter ) – Celebrating the 100th Anniversary of the Founding of the Communist Party of China ‖ Liu Zhihong

Singing for the Great Communist Party of China (Group Chapter)

-- Celebrating the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party of China

Liu Zhihong

The Story of the Red Boat

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After a hundred years of ups and downs, in the history of the Chinese revolution, it has long been shining into a totem.

Splitting the waves of the century, condensing the majestic wind of truth. Thirteen young sailors, swinging communist oars, unleashed their superior weight and strength with the charm of blood.

Since then, in the huge lung lobe of China, a fresh breath has held high the banner of Marxism-Leninism, allowing the eternal splendor to fission the philosophy of the motherhood of the Chinese revolution at the moment of chopping waves, sowing truth and sunshine.

Since then, bamboo nails, Uzumaki, large knives, and red faith have supported the sky and reflected the red earth, so that the proverbs that have been silently observed on the party flag for a long time have danced the momentum of the Chinese dragon, and the most wonderful fragments of the Red Revolution have been recited into a classic that has been repeatedly read and still rare.

The South Lake Red Boat, splendid in the summer of 1921. Eternal immortality, flying out of the magnificent height of the five-star red flag, singing the self-improvement and self-esteem of a yellow-skinned nation. Thus, a thriving thought, through the time and space of the century, abundance of all longings, all glory, all glory...

Depart from Ruijin

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No matter how the seasons change, the 1934 essay will sing the pride of the hammer and sickle in every corner of the world.

The sound of drums, a melody of "Ten Send the Red Army" floated through Ruijin's eyes, splashing wet and cherishing other visions. In the tragic sunset, the Long March rolled the revolution into a long rope, and it echoed on a pair of straw shoes woven from poverty.

The army went west, the long go covered the sun, and the sword qi was like a rainbow... The smoke-filled review platform, the spears and red stars provoked the cries of the proletariat, making the revolutionaries with their legs bandaged laughing with joy; the red army martyrs' memorial tower, towering the majesty of the big knife and spear, let the dark exclamation fall from the struggle; the brilliance of the five-pointed pavilion, extending the heroism of the four crossings of the red water, the heroism of flying over the Luding Bridge, the grandeur of climbing the snow-capped mountains and crossing the meadows, the depth of history and the dawn of victory on the meeting building, and the clear sky of the Chinese revolution...

Mao Zedong waved his giant hand, dipped in the blood-stained style of Ye Ping, accompanied by strong and atmospheric cursive writing, and unleashed the poetry of The Magnificent with his unique imagination, showing the unique and charming chapters in the history of the Chinese revolution.

The Long March, a creation of fire and faith, an enlightenment of new life and death. In the depths of the footsteps of more than 100,000 Red Army officers, the lights of the revolutionary aircraft carriers loaded the awakened bullets and faith together, and in the baptism of blood and fire of the 25,000-mile Long March, the sun of truth was tempered and the courage of the Chinese revolution was illuminated.

Zunyi's military number

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Here, all eyes are awake. The sleepless lights bake the pre-dawn frost through the long night filled with iron, and the dawn of the Zunyi Conference bakes the pre-dawn frost.

The smoke of the Chishui River, the shouts of the Luding Bridge, history here took a little rest, and the Chinese revolution was freed from danger. As a result, the military trumpet was loud, the war horse roared, and a steel dragon melted away the heavy frost and snow on the skin of the new spring, exposing the high backbone of the hammer and sickle.

The figure of the cold autumn of independence profoundly reveals the truth that errors need to be corrected; the courage to penetrate the iron walls of steel and make the direction of the revolutionary ship timeless and long.

Since then, on the long march of thousands of miles, the leader's gaze has trekked in a line of poetry, letting the lights of Zunyi consolidate the pedestal of the Chinese revolution, letting the scorching heat of the muzzle of the gun penetrate the night of dripping blood, and letting the footsteps of history appreciate an atmosphere, a rise, and an unparalleled greatness!

The light of Zunyi yo, turn the pages of the classic book to give the eternal to yesterday, and the thought to the distant. That sleepless illumination, with the radiant gold content, sings a piece of history and reality!

Fly over the Luding Bridge

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The waves rolled over, touching the bridge name inscribed by the Kangxi Emperor and running to the sky;

The iron cable crossed the river, and the hard ribs inscribed the grandeur of the Red Army's conviction assembly.

History caressed the river water to my eye sockets and continued to gush, a kind of excitement through thirteen trembling iron cables, straightening a history of amazing and thrilling flesh and blood; the thick smoke of gunfire, covering 22 creeping warriors, split the road to the republic with life and faith; the battle flag of the Red Fourth Regiment, floating through the immortality and splendor of life and death on the bridgehead, for thousands of years only to confirm the rise of a kind of liberation...

Braving the rain of bullets, the 103-meter-long iron cable crossed the shoulders of the fire, bullet marks and hot blood, so that the oath of the hammer and sickle destroyed 12,164 iron shackles and lit the morning light from the Bayi Military Flag with the majesty of yin red.

Through the smoke of the beacon fire, Mao Zedong waved his hand to look far away, loyalty and fearlessness projected the long road in the blood vein, illuminated the majestic body of the Monument to the People's Heroes, accompanied by the salute of the founding ceremony, and wrote the most magnificent classic on the Long March Road.

Today, those thirteen strong iron cables are still dipped in the era inscribed with blood and fire, forging the Chinese revolution with a heart of blood; the statue of the Red Army towering on the bridgehead still caresses the years of history and poetry, and feeds The self-improvement and self-esteem of China with full of righteousness...

Over snow-capped mountain meadows

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Towering over the foreheads of the Red Army, the sharpness of knives, cutting the last fallen leaves, the howling wind and snow could not find the height of the blossoming.

Jiajin Mountain, Mengbi Mountain, Yaksha Mountain, Changde Mountain, Dagu Mountain... The silver world confirms the vicissitudes of the seasons, the vows forged by the heroic hammer and sickle; the cold fury of the eyes carves a line of resolute footprints, even if it is the posture of holding the snowy mountains for thousands of years, it is necessary to hold on to the fearless faith under the thin clothes.

Hundreds of miles away, boundless, a dead and silent world creeping in Songpan, without people, trees or birds.

Red flags beckoning, warhorses hissing, military trumpets loud... In 1935, the big meadow held a red iron stream, and on the shoulders of the hundreds of miles of desolation, the Red Army generals laughed and talked about the past and the future, and the bark, grass roots, and belts wrapped around the hungry desire, so that the pair of grass shoes that walked through the flames and smoke alone provoked the hope of the nation.

Zheng Zheng's iron bones are fearless and fearless, and use their lives to ignite the scattered plates of the snowy mountains;

Leisurely strolling calmly, with love magnificent grass integrity.

Stepping on the trajectory paved by cold snow and spreading through the grass-colored wet heart song, the joy of opening up after the three armies slowly came. So far, the August 1st Army Flag has crossed the tunnel of time and space, ignited the story of the Red Army's Long March Monument, and let the people move forward in the holy music they look up to...

Huishi Building

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Standing tall on the land of Longyuan. The sunset condenses the majestic figure into a silhouette.

In the memory of history, the gongs and drums sounded, the songs were sung, and the flashing moment when the red flag in the sky made the three armies raise their arms and cheer, and eternity became an immortal sound on the map of China; in the epic of artillery fire, climbing snowy mountains, crossing meadows, and laying the foundation for the feats of the Great Northwest on the red journey, creating a generous atmosphere and grand stroke of no one before or after the ancients!

Rice wine oil cake big red dates, hugging sleeves to live an unforgettable class love;

Unity and victory move forward, and the immortal vision of the soldiers is condensed in tears!

The heroic First, Second, and Fourth Fronts, with their hands holding a historical coordinate, let the blood and loyalty, strength and tenacity, along the 25,000-mile long march, cast a high national spirit, and built the sacred sunshine in the hearts of the toiling masses in Huining.

With the heavens, with the universe. What rises is brilliant, the core of the years, and the brilliant future of the Chinese revolution!

Yan An

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The loess of the mountains condensed an indomitable nation, and the morning sun embraced the majestic figure of the pagoda, shooting the glorious image of the communists into the clear sky of the Liberated Areas. As a result, the vast Loess Plateau towered over the splendid of Yesterday in China in the strong rhythm of the Ansai waist drum!

The lights of the jujube garden, the cooking smoke of Yangjialing, the solemnity of the martyrs' cemetery... The billowing Yan River continued to gush with the mother's blood, and the burning hopes shook the angry cries of forty million compatriots.

The song of Nanniwan, the past of Phoenix Mountain, the passion of the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University... With the smoke and dust of the Jinge iron horse, with the horn polished with blood, with the pain of the sons and daughters of China, build an indestructible Great Wall!

Life, in the roar of history; death, in the eternity of pursuit. The glory of the fourteen years of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, in the heroic and wise eyes of Mao Zedong, extended into an immortal epic and a splendid history!

The Museum of the Chinese Revolution, how many times the thunder rolls, how many times the bloody rain and wind, you look at the world with a confident and broad mind, so that the sunshine on the branches of the republic every season is bright and bright.

When the years once again cast their eyes on your forehead, the buildings stand not only glorious history, but also the greatness and eternity of the people in the old district!

Red flag

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Floating in October, the fiery height of 9.6 million square kilometers of richness and vastness.

Floating in October, the spark of the immortal splendor of the Communist Manifesto.

At the moment when the hammer and sickle struck, the splendid flag was lifted by thirteen young sailors. China, the giant ship of the times, set sail, reading aloud the footsteps of a nation's progress in an atmosphere of history and poetry, and the contours of history forged by communists with strength and faith.

Since then, the october when the five-star red flag flew out blew away the vicissitudes of Huaxia I and blew green the heartland of Shenzhou's hundred years of cracks. On the 9.6 million square kilometers of land, lush crops, spiritual steel flowers, and the smell of joyful songs and laughter are all swinging on the young heads of the motherland, thriving in the extraordinary chapters of October!

Floating in October, there is no vocabulary that can reach the glorious image of the five-star red flag. That soaring heroic posture is giving birth to the majesty of the male, condensing the persistent wind bone, shining with the indomitable perseverance, letting the ancient civilization and glory, letting the modern creation and rise, hitting the forehead of the years to create an indestructible spark, showing the world China's increasingly powerful magnificence...

Beijing Olympics

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After a century of anticipation, in 2008, marked with totem symbols, Beijing, that brilliant and splendid green landscape, will rise in the history of the Olympic Games, a unique altitude.

In those days, all the souls and blood would burst out of the sparks of the five continents and ignite the sleepless night of Chang'an Avenue.

At that moment, all the hard work and sweat will write a new rhyme of the five-ring flag and sing the glory of human beings' pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty.

Beijing, between competition and love, interprets the meaning of peace, auspiciousness and happiness to the fullest; between hard work and friendship, with a kind of broadness and frankness, it releases the magical beauty and charm of China's India.

As a result, the oriental focus of the world's attention, the feelings of the new Beijing and the new Olympic Games, opened up at the top of the Great Wall in turn.

Beijing, 2008. Faster, taller, stronger! The only choice ignites the enthusiasm of midsummer, heartfelt blessings like a flower opening itself, all eternal and brilliant moments, holding the beauty of Kunming Lake, holding up the sincerity of Fuwa, in a volume of antique dictionaries, pictures and texts.

Bless Beijing. In 2008, when the real and warm language echoes in every arena, which contains the voice of China's centenary year, it will leap from the yellow land and forever hold high the immortality and sparkle of the same world and the same dream!

Chang'e runs to the moon

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The boom took off, not only the bloodiness of the millennium, but also the eternal dreams and voices of the Chinese nation.

The golden autumn wind, with information from the sky, lapping at the sunshine of Xichang. A launcher with a high historical gaze opened the 90,000 silk jade curtains of Haohao Tianyu in October, refracting the colorful light and shadow of the sun, allowing the heroism of Chang'e-1 to take off, in the blessings of the children of Yanhuang, in the celebration of the victory and closing of the Seventeenth National Congress, and in the gaze of the moon expectation, the noise became a rolling passion.

Since then, in the vast universe, the great power of the five-star red flag has condensed the wishes of 1.3 billion Chinese sons and daughters, and interpreted a harvest scene with a magnificent majesty; the smile of Chang'e No. 1 beckoning, the olive branch of peace and friendship, superimposed on the forehead of the world, condensing the ancient miracles of history; the whistle of the Yangtze River, from the painted wall of Dunhuang flying sky, the mysterious sky light that rings around the jingling, with the charm of the sky, the flying dream of flying in the golden autumn of China...

Dance in space, thousands of miles of integrity, every string of notes is a national ode;

Twinkling in the galaxy, thousands of years of liver and gallbladder, every time you look up is a proud song!

Therefore, in the vast blue sky, Chang'e No. 1 danced a light ancient totem and flew a fiery red holy shadow;

In the vast universe, the five-star red flag flutters golden sound and jade vibration, pours a cup of victorious wine, and depicts a thousand years of magical flying dreams...

Big military parade

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Moving forward with overwhelming strides, the guns of peace pierce the spirited China.

From 1949 to 2019, in the straight direction of Chang'an Avenue, the August 1st Army flag flew through the years of the Republic with an indissoluble dignity; the details of waking up in 60 years walked into another piece of time and space, and looked forward to the high-pitched melody of "The March of the Volunteer Army" with a solemn posture.

Infantry squares, naval squares, air force squares, women's squares...

Tank platoon, missile squadron, bomb nine square team, fighter ten square team...

Straight lines, neat steps, sonorous rhythms, heroic momentum... Let the ripe red of Tiananmen Square stretch into a beautiful landscape, embellishing the blooming love on the land of Shenzhou.

The joy of life and the singing of the soul let the Jingo Iron Horse release a powerful breath in the moment of whistling; the mighty heroic posture and immortal momentum let the rumbling chariot cut through the deep connotation of the season!

It is the light of the sun, it is the clouds, and it is even more admired. Every resolute face is walking through Tiananmen Square, praising the lush crops in the fields; every spear stabs the flowers that bloom in the morning light, expressing the harmonious harvest in the steel flowers of creation; and the poetry of each row of chinese counterparts, stepping on the rhythm of harmony from the 70 years of prosperity to the golden coast.

Forward forward, our team to the sun!

Walk with love

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Looking up, hammers and scythes carrying the color of the sun on fire, fierce winds fluttering in China's eternal scenery, and all communists standing on the glorious title page of the new century with their heads held high, will pave the blue sky for the artistic conception of communist struggle for life.

In 2020, in the face of the new crown pneumonia epidemic, "no matter life or death, go against the wind". Countless white-clad soldiers have gathered from the southwest and the central plains to Wuhan; countless materials to aid Hubei have been brought to the same level as spring from the northeast and lingnan; and countless military cadres and policemen have shouldered the people's heavy trust, touched the people of the country, and moved the world.

The arrogance of love has lit the heart lamp on the party flag that will never be extinguished again and again; the boiling of love has made the Yellow Crane Tower resolutely wait for the call of its relatives. For the sake of life and home, 9.6 million square kilometers of land, majestic monuments are rising.

In 2020, the sun spread out the futon, and a piece of warmth ignited hope. General Secretary Xi Jinping pressed the "fast-forward button" for poverty alleviation, and the brilliance of love sprinkled the poetry of precision poverty alleviation into the north and south of the river, illuminating the warmest moment in China's history. Poverty alleviation, hat removal, ben well-off... The footprints that marched into the village and entered the household made the motherland deep and full.

In July, driving the rumbling solar wind, the beauty of the historical bloom was integrated into the Chinese dream of "two hundred years", dissolved into the connotation of the motherland's five-thousand-year civilization, and the spirit of a nation's hard work was strengthened!

China, which is more eternal than the sea, longer than history, and more precious than the land, is the monument of a hundred years of iron hammer and sickle towering in the hearts of the people, the classic of a hundred years, and the epic of a hundred years!

Stand under the party flag

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Hammers and scythes are filled with the fire of the sun, igniting the longing expectations of history.

Listening to the solemn declaration, we bathe in a lofty realm, the flame of memory is like an immortal bottom plate, washing out the smoke and bullet marks of decades of wind and rain, so that the touched heart soaks in the sincerity of tears, soaking in the simplicity and greatness of the millet plus rifle.

When the bell rang, the red light covered the entire land of China, and the cry of red blood splashing youth, in the deep echo of the hammer and sickle, history gradually collected yesterday's wall calendar, trimming the upright outline of the republic.

Time, quickly moving from the thoughts of gears and ears of wheat to the spring of the century, Mao Zedong waved his giant hand, allowing the world to listen to the voice of the Communists penetrating the years from the high whistle of the Giant Ship of China, and the auspiciousness and harmony drawn by the peace dove in the blueprint of tomorrow.

China, in the mighty five thousand years, only in the song of the hammer, in the call of the sickle, in the red flowers watered by the blood of the Communists, has the brightest and noblest ideas of mankind been exalted, the dignity of the Great Wall has been safeguarded, and the world has been peacefully in dialogue.

Thus, the golden rings smelted China's ancient and young body into a sun that would never fall!

About the Author

Liu Zhihong, male, political engineer, member of China Land and Resources Writers Association, Gansu Writers Association. Worked for Gansu Natural Resources Daily. His works have been published in dozens of newspapers and magazines across the country, such as China Land and Resources Daily, Gansu Daily, Prose Poems, Qinghai Lake, and History of Bashu. He has published a collection of prose poems , " Pastoral Songs of Feelings " , " The Countryside in the Depths of Thought " , " Echoes of The Years " and other works.