Poetry about red culture calligraphy and painting

1. What are the five-character poems about "red culture"

1. Liu Bojian's "Walking with Shackles" Walking in shackles for a long time, staggering again and again, attracting the attention of the city people, I Feeling clear of shame.

Walking along the long street in chains, the clanging sound of the chains was so loud that everyone in the city was surprised, but I felt at peace. Walking in chains for a long time, the ambition becomes more and more high, and the workers and peasants are liberated.

2. Mao Zedong's "Moon over Xijiang·Jinggangshan" The flags at the foot of the mountain are in sight, and the drums and horns on the top of the mountain are heard. Thousands of enemy troops surrounded me, but I remained unmoved.

The barriers were already tight, but they were even more united. There was a loud sound of artillery in Huangyangjie, reporting that the enemy troops were escaping at night.

3. Mao Zedong's "Picking Mulberries·Double Ninth Festival" Life is easy but it is difficult to grow old, and the Double Ninth Festival is celebrated every year. Today is the Double Ninth Festival, and the yellow flowers on the battlefield are especially fragrant.

The autumn wind is strong once a year, unlike spring. Better than the spring sunshine, there is frost all over the Liao Kuo River.

4. Mao Zedong's "Ru Meng Ling · New Year's Day" Ninghua, Qingliu, Guihua, the narrow roads are deep and slippery with moss. Where to go today, directly to the foot of Wuyi Mountain.

At the bottom of the mountain, the wind blows the red flag like a picture. 5. Mao Zedong's "Recalling Qin'e·Loushanguan" The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are calling the frosty morning moon.

In the frosty morning and the moon, the sound of horse hooves breaks and the trumpet sounds. The long road through Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning.

From the beginning, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood. 6. Mao Zedong's "Seven Rules: The Long March" The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulties of the expedition, and it can only wait for thousands of rivers and mountains.

The five ridges are meandering and the waves are flowing, and the Wumeng is majestic and muddy. The golden sand and water are warm against the clouds and the cliffs are warm, while the iron cables across the Dadu Bridge are cold.

I am even more happy that there is thousands of miles of snow in Minshan Mountain, and the three armies are all happy after the passing. 7. Mao Zedong's "Seven Rules: The People's Liberation Army Occupies Nanjing" The wind and rain in Zhongshan turned yellow, and millions of troops crossed the river.

The tiger sitting on the dragon's plate is better than the past, and the world is turned upside down. It is better to use your remaining courage to chase the poor bandits, not to use your reputation as an academic overlord.

If heaven is sentimental, heaven will also grow old, and the right path in the world will be vicissitudes of life. 2. Ancient poems about the color red

1. "Red Peony" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

The green is leisurely and quiet, while the red is light and deep.

The heart of a flower is full of sorrow, but the beauty of spring does not know the heart.

Translation: The green leaves of the red peony are quietly stretching, and the colors of the red peony vary from bright to dark. Facing withering, the peony is heartbroken. I would like to ask Spring, do you understand what the peony is thinking?

2. "Red Plum" by Wang Shipeng of the Song Dynasty

Peaches and plums should not be jealous of each other, as their appearance is different.

Still in the state of snow and frost, it is not very red.

Translation: Peaches and plums should not be jealous of my red plums. The blooming appearance of red plums and peaches and plums is actually different. Hongmei has experienced the wind and snow, and there are still traces of snow on her body. But it still doesn't admit that its color is very red.

3. "Partridge Sky: When a little bit of red is about to be exhausted" by Zhou Zizhi, Song Dynasty

When a bit of residual red is about to be exhausted. The cool autumn air fills the screen.

It rains on the sycamore leaves at midnight, and the sound of the leaves is parting.

Translation: I am keeping a broken lamp alone, which is about to burn out. The sky is getting cold, the autumn air is filling the curtains and the screen, and the rain is falling on the sycamore trees at midnight. Every leaf and every sound, They are all the wails of farewell.

4. "Partridge Sky·Inscribed on broken fragrant paper and small calendered red" Song Dynasty Yan Jidao

Most of the poems are written on old reunions.

Snow falls on the wine table in the West Building, and the spring clothes in the Nanyuan are blown by the breeze.

Translation: Write poems all over the fragrant patterned red paper. Most of the poems are sent to an old friend. I only remember her noodles hanging like snow when she was drinking in the West Tower, and her spring shirt fluttering like a breeze when singing and dancing in Nanyuan.

5. "The Fisherman·The Fall of the Shouquelun pole shines red" by Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty

The fall of the Shouquelun pole shines red, and the autumn wind is like a cut hibiscus.

Translation: As the sun sets, the fisherman puts away his fishing rod and prepares to go home. Even the autumn wind is gentle and refuses to let the lotus flowers wither. The misty water is misty, and the fishermen are leisurely and contented, listening to the melody of the piccolo, and being blown into the depths of the reed pond by the autumn wind. 3. It must be a red classic poetry and calligraphy work (shorter). Thank you

Qin Yuanchun Changsha 1925 In the cold autumn of Independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north to the head of Orange Island.

See the mountains all red, the forests all dyed; the rivers full of green, with hundreds of boats vying for the current. Eagles strike in the sky, fish fly in the shallows, and all kinds of frost compete for freedom in the sky.

I am melancholy and ask myself, who is in charge of the ups and downs of the vast earth? I brought a hundred couples with me to travel and recall the glorious past. Qia's classmate is a young boy who is in his prime; he is a scholarly student and scolds Fang Qiu.

Pointing to the country, inspiring words, the excrement of thousands of households. Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the boat? Bodhisattva Barbarian Yellow Crane Tower 1927 Nine sects spread across China, a thin line running through the north and south.

The mist and rain are vast, and turtles and snakes are locked in the river. The yellow crane knows where to go, but there are still tourists.

Drinking wine and pouring wine, your heart beats high. Xijiang Moon Autumn Harvest Uprising 1927 The army called the workers and peasants revolution, and the banner was sickle and axe.

Don’t stop at Kuanglu area, but go straight to Xiaoxiang. The landlords are oppressed heavily, and the peasants all share the same hatred.

During the autumn harvest season, the dusk clouds are sad, and there is a riot with a thunderbolt. Xijiang Moon, Jinggang Mountain, Autumn of 1928. Flags are in sight at the foot of the mountain, and drums and horns are heard on the top of the mountain.

I am surrounded by thousands of enemies, but I remain unmoved. The barriers were already tight, but they were even more united.

The sound of artillery on Huangyangjie was loud, reporting that the enemy troops were escaping at night. Qing Ping Le The War between Jiang and Gui In 1929, the situation suddenly changed and the warlords resumed the war.

The world is full of resentment, and a pillow of yellow beams appears again. The red flag jumped over the Tingjiang River and went straight down to Longyan and Shanghang.

It’s really busy cleaning up Jin’ou and dividing the fields. Picking Mulberries, Double Ninth Festival, October 1929. Life is easy, but it is hard to grow old, and the Double Ninth Festival comes every year.

Today is the Double Ninth Festival, and the yellow flowers on the battlefield are particularly fragrant. The autumn wind is strong once a year, unlike the spring scenery.

Better than the spring sunshine, the vast river and sky are covered with frost. Ru Meng Ling New Year's Day January 1930 Ninghua, Qingliu, Guihua, The roads are slippery with deep woods and slippery moss.

Where are you heading today? Pointing directly to the foot of Wuyi Mountain. At the foot of the mountain, at the foot of the mountain, the wind spreads the red flag like a picture.

Reduced word Magnolia on Guangchang Road February 1930 The sky was all white, and the feeling of marching in the snow became even more pressing. The mountains are high above our heads, and the wind blows the red flag across the barrier.

Where to go on this trip? Ganjiang River is a windy and snowy place. The order was issued yesterday, and one hundred thousand workers and peasants went to Ji'an.

Die Lianhua From Tingzhou to Changsha July 1930 In June, the heavenly soldiers conquered the corrupt and evil, and the long tassels bound Kunpeng. There is a red corner on the other side of the Gan River, and the partial army relies on Huang Gong's strategy.

Millions of workers and peasants enthusiastically marched across Jiangxi and into Hunan and Hubei. An international elegiac song, the hurricane falls from the sky for me.

The first major "encirclement and suppression" campaign of the Yu Jia Ao Revolt was in the spring of 1931. The trees were frosty and the sky was red, and the soldiers from heaven filled the sky with anger. Longgang was filled with fog and the mountains were dark. They called out in unison and caught Zhang Huizan in front.

Two hundred thousand troops re-entered Jiangxi, and the wind and smoke billowed for half a day. Arouse millions of workers and peasants to work together, and there will be no red flags under the mountains.

Yu Jia Ao countered the second major siege. In the summer of 1931, the clouds were about to stand on the top of Baiyun Mountain, and the voices below Baiyun Mountain were urgent. Dead trees and decayed trees work together, guns are pressing, and the flying general enters from the sky.

After driving seven hundred miles and fifteen days, the Gan River is vast and the Min Mountains are green. Sweeping through thousands of troops, everyone is rolling into the banquet, some people are crying, and they are moaning step by step for the camp.

Bodhisattva Barbarian Dabai Land Summer of 1933 Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is practicing dancing in the air with the colors? After the rain, the sun sets again, and Guanshan Mountain becomes green. There was a fierce battle back then, and bullets made holes in the village wall in front of it.

Decorating this mountain will make it look better today. Qingpingle, Huichang, Summer of 1934. Dawn is about to dawn in the east, so don’t leave early.

People are still young when they travel through Qingshan, and the scenery here is unique. The peak outside Huichang City is directly connected to the east.

The soldiers pointed to southern Guangdong, which is even more lush. Recalling Qin'e, Loushanguan, February 1935. The west wind was strong, and the geese in the sky called Shuangchenyue.

In the frosty morning and the moon, the sound of horse hooves breaks and the trumpet sounds. The long road through Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning.

From the beginning, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood. Qilu, Long March, October 1935. The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulties of the expedition, and it can only wait for thousands of rivers and mountains.

The five ridges are meandering and the waves are flowing, and the Wumeng is majestic and muddy. The golden sand and water are warm against the clouds and the cliffs are warm, while the iron cables across the Dadu Bridge are cold.

I am even more happy that there is thousands of miles of snow in Minshan Mountain, and the three armies are all happy after the passing. Nian Nujiao, Kunlun, was born in October 1935, in Kunlun, and saw all the spring scenery in the world.

Three million jade dragons flew up, causing the whole sky to become cold. When summer melts away, rivers overflow, and people may become fish and turtles.

Who has ever commented on the merits and crimes of a thousand years? Now I say Kunlun: not so high, not so snowy. An De relied on the sky to draw his sword and cut you into three pieces? One part is left to Europe, one part is given to beauty, and one part is returned to the Eastern Kingdom.

In a peaceful world, the whole world is hot and cold. Qingpingle Liupanshan October 1935 The sky was high and the clouds were clear, and I could see the geese flying south.

If you don’t reach the Great Wall, you are not a true man. It only takes 20,000 yuan to travel. At the peak of Liupan Mountain, red flags swirl in the west wind.

Today I have a long tassel in my hand, when will I be able to bind the blue dragon? The above are all red classic poems, you can refer to them. 4. Verses related to the color red

1. "Sorrow in the Autumn Evening" by Li Gou of the Song Dynasty

As we grow older, we become more worried and busy with everything, and the cold weather and shorter days make us even more sad.

A few red leaves turn into yellow leaves, and the dawn turns into the setting sun in an instant.

The spring water should not come to the sea, and the life of the small pine tree should be blocked by frost.

If you chase the immortal in the pot, it will be seen how long your life will be.

2. "Begonia Flower" by Liu Jian of the Tang Dynasty

It is light red but not deep, and it looks like the heart of spring. The smoke is light in the Guo country, and the beauty is beautiful.

The long gate is exposed and the tears are collected. The embroidered curtain is easy to fold when hanging low, but the fragrant butterflies hidden in it are hard to find.

The good night is more sentimental, and the fragrance under the moon is accompanied by drunken chants.

3. "The Bodhisattva Man" by Shen Wei of the Song Dynasty: The meandering layers of fallen flowers have little shade.

The meandering layers of fallen flowers have little shade, and the green plum trees compete with each other on small branches. Red rain and smoke, pedestrians on the other side of the river.

All the good flowers have passed, and the ground is full of fragrant grass. I wake up drunk at sunset and ask, a spring has never been so cold.

4. "Red Plum" by Wang Shipeng of the Song Dynasty

Peaches and plums should not be jealous of each other, as their appearance is different.

Still in the state of snow and frost, it is not very red.

5. Song Dynasty Yan Shu's "Treading on the Shasha·The Path is Red and Thin"

The footpath is red and thin, and the suburbs are full of green. The trees on the high platform are somber in color. The spring breeze does not let go of the poplar flowers, and they flutter in the faces of passers-by.

The orioles are hidden in the green leaves, and the swallows are separated by the red curtains. The incense in the furnace slowly turns on the gossamer. When I wake up from a sad dream, the setting sun shines in the deep courtyard

Wang Shipeng "Red Plum"

This poem describes the unique posture and personality of Hongmei. The poet persuades "peaches and plums should not be jealous of each other" in the words of red plums, which means, peaches and plums should not be jealous of me, red plums. Why are peaches and plums jealous of red plums? The poet then said "natural talents are different", which was an answer to the jealousy mentioned in the previous sentence, and advised the peach and plum blossoms not to be jealous, because the blooming appearance of red plum blossoms and peach plum blossoms is different. "It is still in the state of snow and frost, but it is not very red." The previous sentence uses the word "still" to describe the current situation of the red plum after experiencing the frost, thus highlighting the humble quality of the red plum. Because after winter, the red plums still have traces of frost and snow, so although they are red plums, they are not "very red". 5. Ancient poems about red classics

1. Qilu·Long March

Mao Zedong

The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulty of expeditions, and they only have to wait for thousands of rivers and mountains.

The five ridges are meandering and the waves are flowing, and the Wumeng is majestic and muddy.

The clouds and cliffs are warm when the golden sands are splashed by the water, while the iron cables across the Dadu Bridge are cold.

I am even more happy that there is thousands of miles of snow in Minshan Mountain, and the three armies are all happy after the passing.

Translation:

The Red Army was not afraid of all the hardships and hardships on the Long March, and regarded thousands of mountains and rivers as extremely ordinary.

In the eyes of the Red Army, the endless Five Ridges were just undulating waves, while the majestic Wumeng Mountain was just a mud ball in the eyes of the Red Army.

The turbid waves of the Jinsha River hit the sky-high cliffs with steam. The dangerous bridge on the Dadu River is horizontal, and the iron cables hanging in the sky are shaking, and there are waves of chill.

What is even more joyful is setting foot on the snow-covered Min Mountain. After the Red Army crossed over, everyone was smiling.

2. Qinyuan Spring·Snow

Modern times: Mao Zedong

The scenery of the northern country is covered with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the river up and down suddenly stops flowing.

The silver snake dances in the mountains, and the original wax figure wants to compete with God.

On a clear day, it is particularly charming to see the red dress.

The country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to bow down.

I regret that Emperor Qin and Han Wu were slightly less talented in literature; Tang Zong and Song Zu were slightly less elegant.

Genghis Khan, a genius of his generation, only knew how to bend a bow and shoot at eagles.

It’s all gone, let’s count the famous people, but let’s look at the present.

Translation:

The scenery in the north is covered with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snowflakes. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, all that is left is boundless white; the vast Yellow River up and down suddenly lost its surging momentum.

The mountains are like silver-white pythons flying, and the hills on the plateau are like many white elephants running. They all want to try to compare with God. You have to wait until it's a sunny day to see the bright red sunshine and the white snow and ice complement each other, which is especially beautiful.

Jiangshan is so charming that countless heroes fall in love with her. It is a pity that Qin Shihuang and Han Wu Emperor were slightly less talented in literature; Tang Taizong and Song Taizu were slightly less talented in literature and governance. Genghis Khan, the man who dominated the world, only knew how to draw a bow and shoot eagles. All these characters have passed away. To count the heroes who have made great achievements, we also need to look at the people today.

3. A cut plum blossom, the fragrance of red lotus root and the remaining jade mat in autumn

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

The fragrance of red lotus root and the remaining jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower.

The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.

Translation:

The lotus has faded, the fragrance has faded, and the bamboo mat is as cold and smooth as jade, revealing the deep cool autumn. He gently took off his silk coat and lay down alone on the bed. Looking up at the distant sky, where the white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? It is the time when the wild geese form the character "human" and return south. The moonlight is bright and immersed, filling the pavilion leaning against it in the west.

Flowers drift by themselves, and water drifts by itself. A kind of parting lovesickness affects the sorrow of two places. Ah, what cannot be ruled out is that - this lovesickness, this sorrow of separation, just disappeared from the slightly frowning eyebrows, and faintly lingered in my heart again.

4. Happy meeting·The forest flowers have faded the spring blossoms

The Five Dynasties: Li Yu

The forest flowers have faded the spring blossoms in a hurry. Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

The tears of rouge will make you drunk, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water.

Translation:

The red flowers in the woods have withered, and it has only been a few hours since the flowers bloomed and fell. It was really too hasty. There is nothing we can do. How can the flowers withstand the desolation of the wind, cold rain and rain day and night?

The red flowers falling all over the ground were soaked by the rain, like the rouge on the cheeks of a beautiful woman flowing with tears. Hua'er and Lianhuaren miss each other like crazy. When can they meet again? There are always too many resentful things in life, just like the river passing eastward, endless and never-ending.

5. Red plums

Song Dynasty: Wang Shipeng

Peaches and plums should not be jealous of each other, as their appearance is different.

Still in the state of snow and frost, it is not very red.

Translation:

Don’t be jealous of my red plum, peach and plum. The blooming appearance of red plum and peach and plum is actually different.

The red plum has experienced the wind and snow, and there are still some flowers on my body. There are traces of snow. But it still doesn't admit that its color is very red. 6. Ancient poems that carry forward the revolutionary spirit

Crossing the Lingding Ocean by Wen Tianxiang of the Southern Song Dynasty

Once the hardships are encountered, only a few stars are scattered around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs.

Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean.

Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.

Farewell to the Clouds, Ming Xia Wanchun

I have been a tourist for three years, and today I am in Nanguan again.

Infinite rivers and mountains, tears, who said the world is wide.

Knowing that the road to the spring is close, it is difficult to leave my hometown.

On the day when Yipo returns, the spiritual flag can be seen in the sky.

Immediate Matter Xia Wanchun of the Ming Dynasty

How extreme is the situation in Chu, but the Qin Dynasty has not calmed down yet.

The wind is clear and powerful, and the sunset is bright.

Hu Jia’s eternal hatred is like a moon over the city.

Spring Hope by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I hate others and scare the birds.

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. 7. Poems about red

You can choose one at your own leisure. It is recommended that you choose according to the characteristics of the reciter (solo or group recitation), the specifications and level of the event.

The other thing is to simulate reciting and check to see if the time is within three minutes. Red Classic Poetry Recitation 1. "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years; I am the blackened miner's lamp on your forehead, shining on you Slowly groping in the tunnel of history; I am a shriveled ear of rice, a roadbed in disrepair; I am a barge on the shoal that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulders, - Motherland! I am poor, I am sad.

I am the painful hope of your ancestors for generations, the flower on the sleeves of "Flying Sky" that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years, - the motherland! I am your new ideal, just freed from the cobweb of myth; I am the germ of your ancient lotus; I am your smile with tears; I am the newly painted snow-white starting line; I am the crimson dawn. I am gushing - my motherland! I am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; you fed the confused me, the thoughtful me, the boiling me with your scarred breasts; then get it from my flesh and blood. Your richness, your glory, your freedom; - Motherland, my dear motherland! 2. "Long live the motherland" Long live the motherland! Like chimes resounding throughout the sky, every note is a thrilling spring thunder. Long live the motherland! The loudest praise made my eyes filled with tears like rain. Long live the motherland! A chorus from five thousand years is as vivid and magnificent as the wind blowing wheat waves. Visiting the grassland, watching the roar of eagles and the arrogant wild geese marching into the mountains, watching the seasonal scenery reincarnate in the sound of wind and birds, the rising flag of the new century makes me feel Standing on the towering building, cheering and intoxicated, you can see the infinite scenery thousands of miles away. Long live the motherland! What stands tall is the green mountain. What refuses to stay fixed is the green water. The immortality of the mountain has shaped the beauty of five thousand years. The flow of water has flowed out the prestige of five thousand years. In the festival fireworks, I am the burning and exploding flower bud. Long live the motherland! A long call and a magnificent praise. In the marching ranks of the people, I am a grain of wheat on the national emblem. Among the flowers and green trees of the motherland, I am a flying child. Long live the motherland! Long live the motherland. Many dynasties have gone far away. A generation of geniuses have also vanished into ashes. God’s palace has collapsed. Only the Great Wall will never be destroyed. Long live the motherland! The hymn in my life, the glory in my blood, in my life, I can let go of all external things. The only thing that cannot be let go is our great ~~~~ People's Republic of China. 3. When the brilliant sun jumps out of the blue waves of the East China Sea , the Pamirs are still full of stars. When the northern kingdom was still a world covered in silver, the southern border was already filled with spring scenery.

Ah, we love you, China! We love you... The strange and beautiful scenery of Guilin, the rich and light makeup of West Lake in Hangzhou, the misty clouds and mists of Huangshan and Lushan, and the majestic waves of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers. We love you... the fragrance of Longjing tea, the mellowness of Moutai, the smoothness and splendor of Jiangnan silk, and the ingenuity of Jingdezhen ceramics.

We love you... The watery moonlight in front of the Dai bamboo house, the towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world, the grapes in Turpan, the melons in Hami, the sheep in the prairie, the camels in the Gobi Desert . We love you... The ancient tunes played by the chimes of the Warring States Period, the new songs composed by the reform and opening up, the rolling spring tide surging across China, and the fire of hope ignited in the motherland.

We love you... The history written by struggle, the fruits watered by sweat. The majesty of the pine trees, the nobility of the plum blossoms, the broad mind and the magnificent spirit.

We are proud, we are proud, we work hard, we pioneer, you are the strong among the nations of the world, we love you, China! The golden heaven and earth have condensed the mighty moon of three thousand years of culture, radiating out the season that everyone yearns for. The golden autumn, the golden heaven and earth, is brewing the wine of a good harvest; the roar of cheers marks the brilliance of tomorrow, gathering in the round circle. On the cakes, the happiness of harvest is written; recalling the past: How many literati raised their glasses to the moon and lamented the worries of their home and country. Looking at the present: the thoughts of our colleagues are more vast and intoxicated; we recall: recalling that ** *The spring rain of sowing together, recalling the hardships that covered the stars and the moon, recalling the high wind of unity and progress; we imagine: imagine the great ambition that is about to burst forth, imagine the colorful clouds chasing after each other, imagine the glorious red sun for you and me; We Love You Forever 4. Poetry Recitation "Prosperous China" Author: Zhu Hai In 1990, the world changed The Qinghai-Tibet Railway is crossing the roof of the world. It is the breath of the West-East Gas Pipeline leading to the sky. It is the blue runway of the Hangzhou Bay Cross-sea Bridge connecting to the Pacific. It is the rising clouds of the Three Gorges Dam. It is a line of romantic poetry from the South-to-North Water Diversion Project. I I want to invite you to be a guest in the new rural areas. The land there is being plowed with the new greenness of the times. The singing fields are singing new songs about agriculture, rural areas and farmers. The harvest gongs and drums are continuously increasing production and harvest. Brothers and sisters working in the city want to pick up the sledges again to plow the urban and rural areas. A thousand years apart, I want to happily expand a new world full of flowers for well-off people. I want to take you into the newly established science and technology park. The high-tech achievements that are as bright as stars make the future world within your reach. I want to invite you to the space city to explore the space where the astronauts are concentrating. Plan the destination for space tourism for us in the next 30 years. I want to take you to Pudong New Area. Stand on the top of the tallest building in Asia and watch the sunrise over the East China Sea. The clouds roll in and out. I want to take you to the highway thirty years ago. Zero kilometers three. Ten years from now, traveling across the north, south, east and west, I still want to ask you to do an EMU ride. The dream is transcending the gravity of the earth. I also want to ask you to travel to Hong Kong and Macao. Ten years after the return, the redbuds and nasturtiums complement each other and the fragrance is floating around the world. The big three links between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait allow family ties to cross the Taiwan Strait and reach directly into the hearts of compatriots. If you have traveled all over China today, then please sit down and turn on the high-definition TV. Or let’s surf the Internet together and let the magical broadband synchronize with the world with us. Breathe 90 years of spring and autumn. 90 years of rapid changes. The prosperous China tells you a legend in the world. The prosperous China tells you the magnificence of an era. Today, we also want to give a piece of the emotion of the years to you in front of the screen. The big exam that has passed by in the past 30 years has changed our collective life. life.