My most touching revolutionary story
In the war, how many outstanding Chinese sons and daughters gave their lives, blood and rights for the establishment of new China! Behind them, there are many touching revolutionary stories, among which the story of Jiang Jie moved me the most!
"1948 June 14, because of the traitor's betrayal, he was unfortunately arrested and detained in Chongqing zhazidong prison. Here, Jiang Jie was tortured by Kuomintang military spies, such as tiger benches, slings, barbed Strafe, crowbars, electrocution ... and even the fingertips of bamboo sticks. The spy spotted the gap in punching from this young female member and cracked the underground party organization in Chongqing. In the face of the enemy's torture, Jiang Jie is always unyielding! " "You can break my head, there is no need to organize." "Torture, that is the test of size. Bamboo sticks are made of bamboo, and the will of movable property party member is made of steel! "
Every time I read this from a book, my eyes are full of tears. What a strong will! This unyielding spirit, this unyielding character, is touching and touching! Her quality reminds me of Mei, a symbol of the Chinese nation: Mei symbolizes firmness and unyielding, and its vigorous and beautiful branches are used to symbolize strong and unyielding will. Plum blossoms, which are blooming against the snow, are the first to reveal the breath of spring to the world. Isn't this the description of Jiang Jie's ambition?
What an unforgettable story and touching quality! Let's take advantage of Qingming and bow deeply for her!
Second, tell the story of Yulin and write a composition for the descendants of the Red Army.
The Red Army began to worry that the expedition would be difficult. Qianshan is so eager to collect heroic epics of 25 thousand mountains and rivers. Saving people is a long journey. The Red Army marched bravely.
Hengduan mountain road is difficult for the Red Army to conquer Guizhou. The situation is different and sinister. Hundreds of thousands of enemy troops chased the wrong route inside and interfered with the shortage of materials. The struggle is fierce. Soldiers rarely seen in history have an indomitable spirit. Our red army was killed by bullets, smashed in the snowy mountains and grasslands, and dragged down by bones.
The journey of the Red Army met with difficulties and obstacles. The soldiers skillfully crossed Chishui River, Jinsha River, Luding Bridge and Liupanshan Mountain. Some obstacles did not stop the Red Army from marching. The strength of the journey has enabled the Red Army to create miracles. The story of the five-star expedition: Cao Peng Wilder led the Red Third Army to starve to death and watched the soldiers die. The black mule shot and killed the family. Comrade Peng cherished following the black mule and killing soldiers everywhere. They want to climb the snow-capped mountains. Red Army soldiers suffered heavy casualties, making it difficult to take a new road.
When writing, you should pay more attention to the selection of materials and forms, and show your wisdom, thoughts and pursuits, even if the reviewers feel ashamed;
Third, writing touching stories about revolutionary heroes of the Red Army.
Yulai little hero
During the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, there was a small village called Lu Hua Village in the northern part of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei border region, where Yulai, who was 12 years old, lived. Yulai likes swimming and has a high swimming ability. Later, Yu came to night school, where he learned the simple word "We are from China, and we love our motherland".
In autumn, the japs started sweeping again. One day Xiaoyu came to read on the kang and suddenly heard someone running in the street. Raindrop came and held the book in her arms and ran out. Hardly had he stepped out of the threshold when a man came in. He looked up, it was Uncle Li, and then he heard a devil scream. No sooner had Uncle Li removed the jar than he ran into the hole. When the light rain came, he quickly moved the cylinder back to its original place. As soon as it rained, the devils forced their way in. Rain came to cover Uncle Li. He was strong and unyielding under the temptation and torture of the enemy, which made the enemy furious and screamed, "Shoot! Shoot! Pull it out! " At this time, several shots rang out from the river.
After the enemy left, the villagers came to the river to look for rain. Steel-toed and other rain friends cried. The old man said with tears: "Aspiring is not old." Steel-toed said, "Let's go to the river to find the body of rain!" Just then, a small bag suddenly appeared on the surface of the water, shaking the water on its head like a duckling. Say to the shore: "The devil is gone?" Everyone shouted happily, "The rain is not dead!" It turned out that before filming, the rain came, and while the devils were unprepared, they plunged into the river. When the devil shot at the river, the rain floated from the bottom of the water and swam away.
Four Red Revolutionary Stories Composition 400 words Grade Four
My most touching revolutionary story
In the war, many outstanding Chinese sons and daughters gave their lives for the establishment of new China! Behind their answers, there are many touching revolutionary stories, among which Jie Jiang's story touched me the most!
"1948 June 14, because of the traitor's betrayal, he was unfortunately arrested and detained in Chongqing zhazidong prison. Here, Jiang Jie was tortured by Kuomintang military spies, such as tiger benches, slings, barbed Strafe, crowbars, electrocution ... and even the fingertips of bamboo sticks. The spy spotted the gap in punching from this young female member and cracked the underground party organization in Chongqing. In the face of the enemy's torture, Jiang Jie is always unyielding! " "You can break my head, there is no need to organize." "Torture, that is the test of size. Bamboo sticks are made of bamboo, and the will of movable property party member is made of steel! "
Every time I read this from a book, my eyes are full of tears. What a strong will! This unyielding spirit, this unyielding character, is touching and touching! Her quality reminds me of Mei, a symbol of the Chinese nation: Mei symbolizes firmness and unyielding, and its vigorous and beautiful branches are used to symbolize strong and unyielding will. Plum blossoms, which are blooming against the snow, are the first to reveal the breath of spring to the world. Isn't this the description of Jiang Jie's ambition?
What an unforgettable story and touching quality! Let's take advantage of Qingming and bow deeply for her!
Wuhong story composition 600 words
Story of our class When I was a child, I always asked my mother: What is civilization? Then, my mother told me with a smile: civilization is a thank you after others help, a bridge between hearts and a symbol of a strong nation. I asked again: how can we be civilized? My mother touched my head again and said kindly, how civilized it is depends on whether you understand it or not! This sentence impressed me deeply, but what is civilization? After school, I felt the existence of civilization from some small changes before and after my classmates. At the beginning of this semester, when our class was doing morning reading, if there were no teachers in the classroom, it would be a very chaotic scene: some students, especially boys, were fighting and running around in the classroom, so that morning reading could not be carried out. Now through the patient and meticulous education management of the class teacher and counselor, great changes have taken place in the class. In the morning reading class, we can no longer see the phenomenon of fooling around and not studying. When students come to the classroom in the morning, they all sit quietly in their seats, open their Chinese or English textbooks and study hard. The classroom was orderly, and soon there was a wave of reading. Isn't this great change a sign of civilization? As time goes on, some bad habits in our class are gradually disappearing. You see, in the past, if a classmate accidentally knocked over another classmate's pencil box or book, the two of them would definitely quarrel, and sometimes even fight. Looking at it now, occasionally some students accidentally touch the desk next to them, and they will hear "I'm sorry" and "it doesn't matter", and they will see a knowing smile ... The scene change in our class really makes me understand the meaning of civilization.
Six, ask for 24 classic red stories of 200-300 words.
During the May Day holiday, I finished reading The Story of a Red Boy with great reverence, and got to know many young heroes, including resourceful and fearless Liu Hulan, indomitable teacher Zhidong, Han who gave his life to save people, and forest hero Lai Ning ... Among many stories, the little martyr in prison-Song Zhenzhong impressed me the most.
This story mainly tells the life of Song Zhenzhong, the youngest martyr in China's revolutionary history, in prison. 1937, Song Zhenzhong's father was arrested and imprisoned. Song Zhenzhong, 1 year-old, was the youngest political prisoner in the world when his mother carried clothes for his father. Due to the harsh living conditions in prison, Song Zhenzhong suffered from severe malnutrition for a long time, with a small body and a big head, and his friends affectionately called him "radish head". When Radish was 6 years old, his father and his friends went through many collective hunger strikes and finally won him the right to go to school. In the evening, my mother made a book with the saved toilet paper and sharpened a short pencil. The next morning, my mother handed the notebook and pencil to the radish head and said lovingly, "Study hard, listen to the teacher carefully …". Radish head is very sensible to comfort his mother: "Don't worry, mom, I will definitely study hard!" " "After reading this, I think that when I use draft paper, I often throw it away after writing a few lines. There are several students around me who don't want to write a few pages in a new notebook ... Compared with radish head, although our living conditions have been greatly improved, isn't it shameful to waste paper at will? We should save paper, pursue a low-carbon life and save resources for the country.
The study conditions in prison are very poor. Without desks and chairs, radish head and the teacher had to sit on the ground and study. In such a harsh environment, he still insists on studying hard with his teacher every day. I am ashamed to read this. My parents were very busy at work some time ago and didn't have much time to check my study. While doing my homework, I peeked at extracurricular books, and as a result, my homework book often made mistakes. When my parents criticized me, I was still self-righteous and defended myself. Compared with radish head, my study environment is so good, but my own study is not serious and conscious. I'm ashamed. From now on, I must cherish the happy life I have now, study hard and get better grades. Radish head also took advantage of his young age and won't attract the attention of the enemy to deliver messages to adults, and did a lot of work that adult revolutionaries could not do. He made an immortal contribution to the success of the revolution. He is looking forward to growing up in prison. How he longs to walk out of the prison wall one day and see the wonderful world outside. However, just before the People's Liberation Army won one victory after another and the reactionaries fled, the reactionary executioner killed the parents and other revolutionaries of radish head, and radish head was unfortunately sacrificed by the enemy's butcher knife. That year, he was only 9 years old! I can't help crying when I read this. The radish head of our age should have enjoyed a happy childhood, a good time to study and the care of parents, but he died heroically. Although radish's life is short, he will always be a good example for me to learn.
After reading this book, I deeply understand that today's happy life is the precious life and beautiful years exchanged by countless revolutionary martyrs with blood, which is hard-won! As young pioneers, we should cherish today's beautiful life, inherit the legacy of revolutionary martyrs, study hard, master scientific, cultural and technical skills, and be a positive and caring pillar of the motherland.
Seven stories about red classics (about 500 words)
The story of Wang Erxiao.
/kloc-one day in 0/943, a small mountain village in Laiyuan, Hebei Province was swept by devils, and the Eighth Route Army and cadres organized villagers to move. The second primary school moved to the foot of the Great Wall with the villagers.
Wu Lianchang took his team to the other side of the mountain, saying that he would make an encirclement and wait for the devils to drill.
Here comes the devil.
The second primary school saw the devil walking in the direction of the villagers, and was anxious, so it came out to sing the song of herding cattle.
The devil saw the second primary school on the hillside and asked it to lead them.
The second boy took the strong cow and the devil away.
Erxiao led the devil in circles in the mountains, and the cunning devil became suspicious. The devil pulled out his combat knives and threatened the second primary school. The second child is calm in his heart, but he pretends to be afraid. He told the devil that there is a road over there, and if you cross it, you will find the No.8 road. The devil said, "You are lying. You want to cheat the imperial army. " Two novels: "Forget it, I don't want to go anyway." The devil believed Erxiao and followed him.
When they reached the ravine where the Eighth Route Army was ambushing, the Second Primary School skillfully ran from the ravine to the mountain. Wu Lianchang shouted to let the second primary school run, while shooting and killing the devil who aimed at the second primary school. However, the Japanese squad leader caught up with Erxiao with a big gun, plunged the bayonet into Erxiao's body and picked Erxiao on the hillside.
The second primary school fell like a leaf, and all the leaves in the mountain fell together, and every leaf and green grass were dyed red with blood.
The Eighth Route Army attacked and wiped out the devils. As if for revenge, the big bull killed the devil squad with a sharp horn.
The villagers put the second primary school on a stretcher. Wu Lianchang called the second primary school, the villagers called the second primary school, but the second primary school closed its eyes peacefully. He'll never hear it again.
The sun seems to be dyed red, and red leaves are floating all over the mountain. The scenery is beautiful.
The Story of Anti-Japanese Heroes —— Hai Wa, Head of Youth League
The story of this little anti-Japanese hero happened in the anti-Japanese base area in North China. /kloc-Hai Wa, the 0/2-year-old leader of Longmen Village Children's League, keeps watch while herding sheep every day, monitoring the enemy's strongholds in Pingchuan Field ahead. One day, the devil in the turret went into the mountains to grab food, leaving only the "Cat's Eye Commander" and a few ghost soldiers. Lao Zhao, the squadron leader of the militia, drew a road map to attack the turret and wrote a letter to Zhang Lianchang of the Eighth Route Army. Lao Zhao gave the task of delivering letters to his son Hai Wa. When Hai Wa saw the chicken feather on the envelope, he knew it was important. He hurried to deliver the letter under the cover of a flock of sheep. Unexpectedly, Hai Wa met the devil in the ravine. He had a brainwave and tied a chicken feather letter to the tail of the "old man sheep" to fool the devil captain. Hai Wa suffered a lot along the way. In the middle of the night, Hai Wa managed to slip out of the devil's leg that slept like a dead pig. He rushed to the sheepfold, carefully removed the chicken hair letter and ran for miles at a stretch. The puppet troops were still chasing after, and Hai Wa was chased back by them. He took the devil to a mountain road. The devil's mule and horse can't climb the steep hillside. Hai Wa took the opportunity to climb the mountain desperately. The farther he climbed, the devil shot Hai Wa's hand. Hai Wa endured the pain and shouted "Uncle of the Eighth Route Army ..." Hai Wa handed Zhang Lianchang the chicken hair letter.
Eight classic red stories, 400 words.
Yang Jingyu, 19 18, was born in a farmer's family in liwan village, Gucheng township, Queshan county, Henan province, and was admitted to the first senior primary school in Queshan county with excellent results. One thing is still fresh in the teacher's memory: one day, Yang Jingyu was studying at school. So they came out to watch. Suddenly, a tall boy shouted, "You are so bullied!" "So, all the students followed. A soldier of fortune said haughtily, "How? If he offended us, he should be punished! So the tall boy waved and said, "Go ahead." "Dozens of students even kicked them out of school and saved Lao Zhang's life. The tall boy is Yang Jingyu.
Those soldiers of fortune are unwilling and feel too humiliated. So the next day, they called more soldiers of fortune and came to school angrily. As soon as I entered school yesterday, I cried for that tall boy. When the headmaster is in a hurry, he keeps apologizing. The soldiers of fate don't listen. At this moment, Yang Jingyu climbed into the house, took a match and said to the soldier of fortune, "Do you know what this is? A match! If you don't leave, I'll burn down the house. " The headmaster also quickly said, "Well, we can't control him either. You'd better go, this boy. If you don't go, you'll push him into a hurry and he'll burn it. If the house burns down, your boss will come after you. Let's go. " As a result, the soldiers of fortune had to leave despondently.
Nine stories about Yulin, 600 words for the descendants of the Red Army.
The next second, God lost his temper and pulled his face down. The sky darkened, and dark clouds came straight at me in droves. Lei Gong bulged his cheeks and banged the tambourine. Although it is summer, at school, the children who are about to go to physical education class are already sweating. Suddenly, the rain poured down from the gap in the sky and got out of hand. Naughty raindrops went straight into the children's collars and cuffs.
The class teacher suddenly panicked, fearing that the child would catch a cold, and quickly picked up the little girl who was walking at the end and rushed to the classroom. Suddenly, coughing broke out in the whole classroom one after another, and the teacher was as busy as a bee, handing the child paper towels, feeding the child water and medicine, and helping the child wipe his nose. Water drops fell from the teacher's head. I don't know if it was rain, sweat or tears. Outside the window, thunder roared, rain cried and the wind tried to tear the glass to pieces. In the window, the children are crying for their parents.
The school gate is already crowded with parents, and handfuls of colorful umbrellas form a magical colorful "umbrella map". The wind and rain are still blowing endlessly. The children were hurried away. Finally, only the girl who was picked up by the teacher was left. She sat quietly in her seat, and the teacher's wandering footsteps sounded. The girl's parents didn't come, and the teacher was very anxious.
At this time, a cold wind jumped into the teacher's collar from a window and the teacher kept coughing. "Teacher, you have a cold." The girl said, tears welled up in her eyes. "I want to close the window for you," she said, closing the window.
At the same time, tears also shed tears, tears of gratitude …
Ten stories about Yulin, 400 words for the Red Army.
Today, we listened to the story told by Grandpa of the Red Army, and I read the propaganda materials of the exhibition "Glorious course of great achievements" commemorating the 70th anniversary of the victory of the Red Army's Long March.
How difficult it is for the Red Army to cross the grassland and climb the snow-capped mountains, and risk their lives to avoid the Kuomintang. They live in dense forests, have no houses to sleep in, and sleep on the grass. They have nothing to eat, so if they want to eat, they must look for it, and it is difficult to find it.
When the wound suppurated and the Red Army ran out of anesthetic, it squeezed the pus out by hand, which was very painful, but the Red Army was not afraid of the difficulties and did not shout for pain.
I have received a lot of education, such as being brave, not afraid of difficulties, persevering in the end and so on.