Poetry about the motherland: modern poetry 1. Modern Poetry on Patriotism
Ode to the Motherland
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Time carries the footsteps of history.
The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization.
I walked at the beginning of the century.
Think of the motherland, full of passion
Motherland-
here
I play a song for you.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the accumulation of a thousand years of history.
The confluence of civilizations.
You are the waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River.
Snow covers the Tianshan Mountains.
You are dignified and profound.
Broad and broad
The surging river is your breath.
The boiling ocean is your blood.
You are the theme of the world.
Is everything in my life.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the cry of Tiananmen Gate.
The flaming flame of socialism
You are the horn of the people's revolution.
Sailing through the wind and waves
You are strong and confident.
Progress and avantgarde
The grand blueprint of socialism activates your wisdom.
The steaming rising sun in the east, generate, your vitality.
You are the creator of the world.
Socialist practitioner
Motherland, motherland-
You are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast.
A touch of sunrise in Luohu village
You are the railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
A Group of Derricks in Tarim Oilfield
You are far-sighted.
The boldness of execution stems from superb skills.
The great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage.
People's smiles are about your greatness
Motherland-
You created life.
Change the world
Motherland, motherland-
You are the flag of world peace.
Messenger of human civilization and progress
You are a soldier who defends the truth
A mother raising a child.
You are honest and caring.
Strong and kind
People all over the world admire your mind.
China children appreciate your maternal love.
Motherland-
You soothed the human suffering in the war.
Brought the dawn of peace
Motherland, motherland-
You have traveled through a thousand years of history and the world civilization.
You have always known that you are determined to live for Intel forever.
You are kind and caring, defending green peace.
We are proud to be your children.
We are proud of having such a motherland.
Motherland-
We are United with you.
We support you to move forward.
Your children believe that.
The motherland's tomorrow will be better.
The world will have a better tomorrow.
The future of mankind is better.
2. Modern poems describing the motherland
my motherland
Mountains and rivers crossed by the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
China is brilliant everywhere.
Brilliant journey
Like a golden lamp
The lights lit up the sailing sails.
my motherland
You use your intelligent soul
Lead the public.
Open up a broad road.
Let the motherland be as beautiful as flowers.
Describe the magnificence of the East.
my motherland
A motherland as beautiful as a flower
From your soul
From your blueprint
Reading the burning soul
The hardships of opening up a brilliant tomorrow
my motherland
From the border to the coast
Have your charming beauty.
I have a simple feeling.
Send all your feelings to a distant place.
May the motherland be more prosperous and strong.
my motherland
Yellow River, Yangtze River, Great Wall
Cast ancient rivers and mountains.
Reform, opening up and development
Light up the world's vision
I am proud of the glory of my motherland.
my motherland
Dawn sun
Hold a firm belief
Surge of fighting spirit
Become eternal persistence
Create a better tomorrow
Great motherland
The cradle of oriental civilization
Like a Mercedes-Benz train.
Facing the dawn of the century
Keep burning faith
Run towards a more brilliant future
3. Four Poems in the Collection of Patriotic Poems
Song Qingzhao's quatrains in summer
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
"State Bridge" Fan Song Chengda
North and south of the state bridge is Tianjie, and the elders wait to drive back year after year.
Tears streaming down her face, she asked the messenger in a voice: When will the Sixth Army really come?
Song Lin Sheng, the title of Lin 'an Prefecture.
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.
Song Lu, you're in Show Your Son.
I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was sad to see Kyushu.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (5) Self-treasure in Qing Palace
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Exodus Don Wang Changling
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.
If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
4. Ten ancient poems about patriotism
Ancient poems about patriotism
1, "Chusai"
Don Wang Changling
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.
If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
2. "Summer quatrains"
Song liqing Zhao
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
3. "Show it to children"
Song luyou
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
4. Liangzhou Ci
Don William Wang
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away.
Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times?
Step 5 join the army
Don Wang Changling
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
6, "Bodhisattva Man, Book Jiangxi Mouth Wall"
Song Xin qi Ji
How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai.
Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains.
Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east.
In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains.
7. The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army.
Don du fu
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
8. "Autumn night will dawn on the fence to meet the cold."
Song luyou
3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.
9. "Title Xi 'an Building"
Song Lin Sheng
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.
10, "I heard that officers received Henan and Hebei"
Don du fu
The sword summoned and collected thistles from the north. At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
1 1, manjianghong
Song Yuefei
Angry hair rushes to the crown, leans against the aperture, and rests in the rain.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it?
Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is neglected.
Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty.
Leave it at the beginning and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque
12, crossing Ding Yang.
Tian Xiang, Wen Song
Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Since ancient times, life has never died. Take the heart of Dan and shine on history!
13, Spring Sorrow
Qing Qiu Feng Jia
Spring sorrow is hard to vent, so I look at the distant mountains with strong spirits. The past is shocking and tears will flow down.
Four million Taiwan Province compatriots burst into tears. Today last year, the day when the motherland was ceded!
14, Song of the Plug
Don Wang Changling
Horses lead horses to drink across the river, the wind is biting, and the autumn wind is like a sword.
The sunset on the vast battlefield has not yet fallen, and I saw Lintao County in the distance in the dark.
The Great Wall once fought a fierce battle, saying that the frontier soldiers were in high spirits.
This is ancient times, and its ruins and bones are confused in the grass.
15, Jihai miscellaneous city
Qing palace zizhen
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness.
I suggest that God stand up again, let go of his talents and don't stick to a pattern.
5. Modern poetry praising the motherland
Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the 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 am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;
I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;
I am the newly painted white starting line;
This is crimson dawn.
It is sprayed;
-the motherland!
I am 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
Yours; Abundance, your glory, your freedom;
-the motherland,
My dear motherland!
6. Modern poetry about the motherland
My motherland,
My beloved motherland.
You are a rooster with your head held high, awakening the silence of the dawn.
You are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era.
You are a lion, dancing the glory of China.
You are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.
You have a sacred name,
That's China!
That's China, my motherland.
My beloved motherland.
I love my motherland deeply,
The beating heart has been beating for 5 thousand years,
I love my motherland deeply,
Surging blood rushed to the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,
I love my motherland deeply,
Yellow skin is printed with the color left by ancestors,
I love my motherland deeply,
Black eyes reveal a humble smile,
I love my motherland deeply,
Strong personality, tall and straight,
I love my motherland deeply,
The vast sea border is full of all my sustenance.
My motherland,
Lovely China,
You made a glorious history,
You raised a great country.
I'm proud of your age,
The wind of a thousand years can't break your tall and straight back,
I'm proud of your strength,
Resist internal troubles and foreign invasion, and go through the years.
I'm proud of your light,
The Chinese nation firmly grasps its own destiny,
I'm proud of your spirit,
Reform and opening up are magnificent.
Lovely motherland,
Wherever I go,
I hold your arm of strength,
No matter where I live,
You have warmed my heart.
Lovely motherland,
You are the helmsman of the new century,
You use speed, you use strength,
Create miracles that shock the world.
You work hard and use your wisdom,
Has carried on another more brilliant development!
Motherland, motherland,
You are always full of hope,
Motherland, motherland,
You will always be full of energy.
7. Modern patriotic poetry
Dai Wangshu's "I use a broken palm" I grope for this vast land with a broken palm: this corner has turned to ashes, and there is only blood and mud in that corner; This lake should be my hometown. In spring, the bank is full of flowers, and the tender willow branches are broken with strange fragrance. ) I touch seaweed and cool water. The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold, and the water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through your fingers. The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia; Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered. For now, I have soaked in the bitter water of the South China Sea without a fishing boat ... The invisible palm swept the mountains without hatred, and my fingers were stained with blood and ash, and my palms were stained with darkness. Only the distant corner is still intact, warm, clear, firm and vigorous.
On it, I touched it with my broken palm, like a lover's soft hair, like a baby's milk. I put all my strength on the palm of my hand and put it on it, sending love and all my hopes, because only where there is sun and spring will we drive away the darkness and bring Su Sheng, because only there will we not live like animals and die like ants … There, eternal China! Shu Ting's "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I am an old waterwheel on your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years; When you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a miner's lamp with black forehead; I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time; It is the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deep into your shoulder; -the motherland! I'm poor and I'm sad.
I am the pain of your ancestors, and I am a flower that never falls to the ground between the sleeves of "flying"; -the motherland! I am your brand-new ideal, just breaking away from the spider web of myth; I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow; I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging; I am the newly painted white starting line; What is breaking out is the crimson dawn; -the motherland! I am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You fed me with scarred breasts, confused me, considerate me and boiled me; Then get yours from my flesh and blood; Abundance, your glory, your freedom; -Motherland, my dear motherland! Guo Moruo's Coal in the Furnace, my girl! I live up to your kindness and you live up to my thoughtfulness. I burned like this for the person I love! Ah, my lady! You should know my predecessor. Don't you think I am a reckless slave? Need me, a black slave, with a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady! I think my predecessor used to be a useful pillar. Buried alive for many years, until now I have to see the light again. Ah, my lady! I have often missed my hometown since I saw the light of day again. I burned like this for the person I love! I love this land, Ai Qing. If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, this restless wind, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest ...-Later I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... Wen Yiduo's "One Word" has a sentence that is a disaster, and there is a sentence that can be ignited. Although it hasn't been said for five thousand years, can you guess the silence of the volcano? Maybe he suddenly became possessed, and suddenly a thunderbolt exploded in the blue sky: "We China!" " What should I say today? If you don't believe Cycas can blossom, listen to this sentence: When the volcano can't help being silent, don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet until a thunderbolt in the blue sky explodes: "Our China!" Huang's Chinatown is a harbor dedicated to the local accent of China people. You don't need to ask where the tourists come from. The pale yellow skin color lit up Yangzhou's post horses. The palace in Chang 'an has become a kind of. After that, the wind is history. Xiao Sheng listened to a song as soft as a dream. This is a never-ending castle. It has collected 24 kinds of flowers in China. You can take root without soil. You can drink frost and snow, and the oriental fragrance blooms brilliantly. The image of the flag stands. The east side of the Yellow River is always facing the sun, and it is a bright relief, which complements the yellow glazed clouds in Yin Ruins and Yangshao, just like the emissary outside Yumenguan in the west. The sea is the silk road in your heart, and the bright moon in my hometown is looking up at the magnetic field of Beidou. You have become a careful collector. Once you were as poor as a church mouse, you refused to pawn the furniture you brought from your motherland. It's 5,000 years old, and it's not an antique that can be auctioned casually. This is a magic lamp that can bring happiness, Pang Yuliang. I am a young general in the cornfield. I watched the red scorpion flying on the ground and the green sword dancing. The fruit is hidden under the red scorpion and the green sword to show its teeth. We can read their language. In ordinary days, there are no old friends, only the wind is blowing. In the cornfield, we gained the strength to overcome tomorrow. The corn leaves are still hitting me. The golden corn cob tumbled in boiling water. What a beautiful day, I think of what a beautiful Republic is in the middle of the cornfield. Countless battles and victories will shine on us forever. If we don't go to war, if the enemy kills us, we will point a bayonet at our bones and say, look, this is a slave! Autumn's patriotic poems, spring worries can't force him to look at the mountains. The past was so thrilling that he burst into tears. Four million people cried at the same time. On this day last year, Taiwan Province Province was hacked.
8. Poetry about patriotism
"Spring Hope" Tang Du Fu
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
2. Song Qingzhao of "Summer quatrains"
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
3, "State Bridge" Song Fan Chengda
North and south of the state bridge is Tianjie, and the elders wait to drive back year after year.
Tears streaming down her face, she asked the messenger in a voice: When will the Sixth Army really come?
4. Song Lin Sheng, country name Lin 'an Prefecture.
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.
5. Song Lu Tour of Xiuer
I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was sad to see Kyushu.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
6, "Autumn Night Will Dawn at the Hedge Gate to Meet the Cold" Song Luyou
There is a sea of people in the east of Wan Li, and 5,000 people are still climbing skyscrapers.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.
7. "Crossing the Ocean" Tian Xiang, Wen Song
Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.
8, "Ode to Lime" money
It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing.
Don't be afraid of being smashed to pieces, leaving innocence in the world.
9, "Ji Hai Miscellaneous History" (Part V) Qing Gong Zizhen
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
10, March, Changling, Tang Wang
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.
If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
1 1, Hong Song Yuefei in Manjiang.
Angry, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Don't be idle, white and sad!
Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing. When will courtiers hate it?
Drive a long car and break through the shortcomings of Helan Mountain!
Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty.
Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky!
12, "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army" by Tang Du Fu.
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
When you sing in Baishi, you must indulge in wine. On a green spring day, that's the beginning of my return home.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
9. About 20 modern poems about patriotism.
Motherland around us: the red jade-for the 63rd anniversary of the founding of New China, I can see your smiling face, hear your voice and really feel your pulse and heartbeat, but you are clear and hazy about the image of the motherland around me, regardless of the blue and clear autumn, keeping pace with the times, constantly refreshing the starting point, not asking about the significance of the forest being dyed, not asking about the bloody sacrifice without smoke. The road that mountains and rivers have traveled is still looking forward to the future. Mo Wen's splendid rivers and mountains float with silks. There will be passionate talent. Sleep in China at night and wash swallows by breeze during the day. Your whisper tells us that people will protect their new homes, and autumn insects will gradually moan to calm the trivial fur and stars that people are tired of fame and fortune. Light up countless bright eyes in your collection, the moon rises and flaps your feathered silver wings. The galloping steed is full of the strange classics of the Republic day and night, with the beat of the country, the country and the people, racing against time ... Nothing is too light for paper. Words without words and feelings are too shallow. The splendid picture of 5,000 years is too deep to see the motherland around you. The colors rendered in October can put on holiday jewels for you. Wednesday, September 38, 2065+September 2002 12, when you groped in the tunnel of history in Nuange .................................................................................., I was a miner's lamp with black on your forehead; I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time; It's a barge on the mudflat-Song for the Motherland. The autumn wind sent a faint fragrance. The memory of destruction is an indelible mark of your old face and childhood suffering. Half a century of fighting has lasted for a long time, and the footprint of 5,000 years of civilization. The long river of history is rolling the strings of the heroic waves of the past and playing the brilliant melody of today. China! Author: A Hai in Spring City passes through your gentle sight, and I sing loudly in your arms surrounded by mountains. I am your favorite dragon, and you are my great mother, oh! Dear motherland, I accompany you to laugh and watch the wind and rain, and accompany you to cry. Tonight, I hold the stars in my hand to chase my dreams and grind them for you facing the sea, oh! My dear motherland, you are never afraid of the strong, you give selflessly to the disabled and the weak, and the earth finally finds your name, ah! Beautiful China! Tonight, your poetic smile blooms in the world, and your beautiful mountains and rivers are magnificent. Tonight, I come back from the waves and dance for you in the wind. I am your most loyal soldier and your most obedient child. For you, I am willing to stand in the stormy waves and clench my fist for you. Fly! China! Watching you smile in the wind, I can embrace happiness and fly! China! We are our own mainstream, with dreams and freedom in our hands.
-"I love this land" If I were a bird, I would also sing it in a hoarse throat: stormy weather. Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply, ..................................................................................................................., today, my motherland is indestructible.
How many Chinese sons and daughters are shouting in the north and south of the motherland. Exhale and raise your eyebrows. At this time, the East has faded. Let's bow down to our ancestors in a rage.
Then, tear it up with the shame of the past. Or let's use bullets
Tell those ghosts that my country is indestructible today. This lake should be my hometown. (In spring, the dike is full of flowers, and the tender willow branches are broken with strange fragrance. ) I touch cool seaweed and water. The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold, and the water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through your fingers. The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia; Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered. As far as it is concerned, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats ... The invisible palm brushed the rivers and mountains without hatred, my fingers were stained with blood and ash, and my palms were stained with darkness. Only the distant corner is still intact, warm, clear, firm and vigorous. On it, I touched it with my broken palm, like a lover's soft hair, like a baby's milk.
I put all my strength on the palm of my hand, put it on it, and send it with all my expectations, because only when there is sun and spring will we drive away the darkness and bring Su Sheng, because only there will we not live like animals and die like ants ... There, eternal China! -The white-haired mother wiped her eyes that had already dried her tears, waiting for her own flesh and blood to return as soon as possible.
Brothers and sisters are waiting for the early reunion of the same flesh and blood compatriots and will never be separated. Turmeric Erlong is waiting for the company of Sun Moon Lake, and 56 ethnic groups are waiting for unity, peace and reunification, which is the common aspiration of compatriots on both sides of the strait.
We wait, we wait, compatriots on both sides of the strait are waiting for a bright tomorrow, looking to the future, a brighter tomorrow, and looking to the outside world. -Waiting for Mother: Li Fanglun's thousand-year subversion can now be a brilliant achievement.
You have fulfilled the responsibilities entrusted by the Party and the people. Your shoulder.