穿过岁月的时空,我们迎来了火红的七月。七月,江山如画,颂歌如潮。七月,是一个在铁锤上熊熊燃烧的名字;七月,是一个在镰刀上熠熠生辉的名字;七月,是一个在党旗上猎猎生风的名字。七月,你穿越九十六个风风雨雨的春夏秋冬,从历史的荒野登上新世纪的殿堂。今天,我们沐浴在你九十六华诞的烛光里,心中涌动着拜读史诗的激情。在中国革命的道路上,你留下了一行行鲜红而璀璨的足迹。七月是共产党人的光辉塑像,你伟岸而又挺拔的造型,潮湿 Through the years of time and space, we ushered in a fiery July. July, picturesque, carols rave. July is a burning name on a hammer; in July it is a name sparkling on a sickle; in July it was a name for hunting winds on a party flag. In July, you cross ninety-six seasons of ups and downs in spring and summer, from the historic wilderness boarded the temple of the new century. Today, we bathed in the candlelight of your ninety-six birthday, surging in the heart of passion to read epics. On the road to the Chinese revolution, you left behind a line of bright and bright footprints. July is a glorious statue of communists, your stalwart but upright shape, damp