Help me write a prose poem to celebrate the 90th anniversary of the founding of the Party or praise the new China. I can recite it. Thank you. It is urgent. . . .

You are the morning sun spraying blood,

Write music with life.

You never admit it easily,

But it tells the dazzling brilliance with broadness.

This is your iron will,

Powerful arms hold up the rainbow of the motherland,

Hold the dawn of happiness to people's hearts.

Is your strong character,

On the battlefield filled with smoke,

Write a magical chapter for us.

When the flood raged,

When the earthquake came,

You stand in front of people,

Give a helping hand and save lives.

You're standing in a river that burst its banks,

Casting dams with the body;

You're lying under the collapsed ruins,

Hold up a safe day;

In the operation of debris flow,

Jumping at the buried people in the footsteps of giants,

My heart was touched at that moment.

I'm proud of you,

I'm proud of you,

You will always be the star on the national flag.

Keep flashing ~ ~

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I am an old waterwheel worn by your river,

Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;

I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,

Do what you do in the tunnel of history;

I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time;

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Pull into your shoulder;

-the motherland!

I'm poor,

I am sad.

I am your ancestor.

Painful hope,

It's a flying sleeve.

Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years;

-the motherland!

I'm your new idea,

Just broke free from the spider web of myth;

I am your snow quilt, the germ of ancient lotus;

I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;

I am the newly painted white starting line;

This is the crimson dawn,

It is sprayed;

-the motherland!

I'm one billionth of you,

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;

With your scarred breasts,

raise

Lost me, considerate me, boiling me;

And then from my flesh and blood

get

Your richness, your glory, your freedom;

-Motherland, my dear motherland!

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There is a belief that belongs to the country, which we call patriotism.

This belief lasts forever and remains unchanged for thousands of years.

There is a spirit that comes down in one continuous line, which we call the national spirit.

This spirit will last forever, and the seas run dry and the rocks crumble.

This belief, this spirit lasted for thousands of years, and

China * * * production party was founded 90 years ago.

This bright red flag flutters the glory of nearly a hundred years, showing the elegant demeanour of China.

History has given us every inch of land.

Echoed with China's voice.

The accumulation of five thousand years of civilization.

Give us a unique temperament

It is such a delight to have friends coming so far.

There's a jackal coming. He has his own shotgun.

Speaking of the modern history of China,

How many vicissitudes, how many hardships, how many humiliations, how many struggles.

Western powers smashed the heavy doors of ancient China with their strong ships and guns.

In the beautiful land, wealth is plundered, culture is destroyed and people are bullied.

The "three mountains" make people desperate.

It's a long night, people are looking forward to it, looking forward to it,

Finally, in July when the willows are blowing gently, an exciting news came from the rippling Jiaxing Lake-the China Producer Party was established.

The birth of China's * * * production party,

There is no doubt that a burning torch has risen in this dark land of China.

It has brought light and hope to the ancient Chinese nation.

Just like "when the tide turns, it falls and the building falls."

Countless ancestors have made great contributions to our prosperity today.

There is no lack of bloodshed and sacrifice.

On the occasion of the 90th anniversary of the founding of the Party, how can we not remember the revolutionary martyrs?

As one of the founders of the * * * production party, Li Dazhao left a rich legacy for the Chinese nation.

Will be with the mountains and rivers, and shine with the sun and the moon!

Things have changed, and China has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The 90-year journey is eventful, and the 90-year journey is golden.

Our five-star red flag is flying over the South Pole.

Our powerful naval fleet appeared in the Pacific Ocean.

At the age of 90, the situation changes, and at the age of 90, the tide rises and falls.

The dust of history can't cover up the storm of the century, but a single spark can start a prairie fire.

Countless pioneers spread the seeds of hope to the world, blooming a brilliant red.

With a flick of a finger, it has been up and down for thousands of years, dim and brilliant, disillusioned and reborn.

Eternal sadness and immortal lofty sentiments run through this clear vein of our party.

The heroic waves of the past are rolling in the long river of history.

The strings of time play the glorious melody of the past,

Glorious times, with vigorous hands, write a glorious chapter of new China.

Let's work together, under the guidance of the party's sunshine,

Pioneering and enterprising for development, advancing with the times and creating brilliance!