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Blackboard newspaper "carrying forward the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation"

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Drifting down along the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, from the riverside of "Kankan Daishan" in the Book of Songs to the Chu River Han boundary of "Jinge Tiema" in Historical Records; From Li Daoyuan's Notes on Water Classics to Su Dongpo's river of no return, I see the pulsating motherland on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Look at the motherland with high loess slopes; Look at the motherland where fireworks are boundless, Qian Fan is competing and hundreds of battles are raging; Look at the motherland with peaks leaping, plains galloping and long rivers whipping.

on the morning of September 5th, 2116, Jingmen Vocational and Technical College. The mist gently caged the campus, and it was chilly.

The autumn wind blows, and a fallen leaf on the tree flutters with the wind. After gliding through an arc in the air, it quietly falls on the shoulder of a girl holding a book in the morning by the roadside.

The girl stood up, closed the book, walked back to the dormitory and gently pushed open the door. "Fang Yan!" Mother Du Guilan woke up, calling softly with a strong Ningxia dialect, groping and touching her clothes from the pillow. "Mom, it's quite cold in the morning. You'd better put on more clothes." Liu Fangyan dug out a coat from the paper bag on the upper berth and helped her mother put it on.

After combing her hair, washing her face and cooking potato noodles, Liu Fangyan quickly finished these things for her mother, picked up the book and hurried to the classroom.

It's the first day of the new semester. Liu Fangyan is walking briskly with a faint smile on her face. The vicissitudes and sufferings of the past, mixed with a slight chill, flashed through her smile.

Liu Fangyan, a student of Computer Graphics Department of Jingmen Vocational and Technical College. Who would have thought that such a thin, short and comely girl, carrying her blind mother to college, propped up a broken home with tender and thin shoulders and propped up a clear sky for her old and blind mother! For the sake of her seriously ill father, 14-year-old Xiao Fang Yan knocked on the door of the county magistrate < P > In p>1985, Liu Fangyan was born in Xiachong Village, Longde County, Guyuan City, Ningxia. There is a veritable loess high slope, and the harsh environment has forged a strong fragrance, but every time she talks about her father, she can't stop crying.

At the age of p>14, Fang Yan's father suffered from esophageal cancer, which came as a bolt from the blue to this impoverished family. My blind mother spent all day in Lacrimosa, and my honest and honest brother was at a loss. Young Fangyan felt unprecedented helplessness and despair. Winter in the north is terribly cold. It was snowing heavily that day, and the temperature was MINUS 11 degrees Celsius, dripping into ice. Fang Yan came to the county government over the mountains with snowflakes flying all over the sky. On this day, she was absent from school for the first time since she studied.

Fang Yan has never met the county magistrate, but in order to save her father, she got up the courage to knock on the door of the county magistrate's office. However, the county magistrate is not here. At noon, before the county magistrate came back, Fang Yan took out the cold steamed bread from her schoolbag and chewed it slowly. There was only one thought in her heart: I must wait for the county magistrate to save my father!

after work this afternoon, the county magistrate hasn't come yet. Fang Yan was in a hurry. She grabbed an uncle and asked him, only to know that Wang Xuekuan, the county magistrate, went home directly after finishing the work.

It snowed even harder, and the cold north wind blew on her face like a knife. Fang Yan followed the advice of enthusiastic people and walked to the county magistrate's home with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

at 9 pm, she knocked on the door of the county magistrate's house. Perhaps it was this fragile little girl's filial piety that touched the county magistrate Wang. Without saying anything, he arranged for the Civil Affairs Bureau to approve 1111 yuan.

The money ran out quickly, so Fang Yan and her brother had to drag their father home from the hospital with tears in their eyes. Looking at her father, who was hungry and scrawny, Fang Yan knew that her father's days were numbered.

Liu Fangyan borrowed money from 211 yuan and asked someone to make a coffin for her father. Seeing the coffin, my father's tears surged out: "Baby, I'm dead. Just use two boards to clamp it. You should save some money to live!" " Fang Yan cried and grabbed her father's hand: "Dad, you haven't had a good meal, you haven't worn a new dress, and even the house you live in is in rags. My daughter can't cure your illness, so I can only make this thicker. When you get there, you won't be caught in the cold and rain again. "

a few months later, my father died with care.

For her blind mother, she traveled thousands of miles with her mother to work and study.

After her father died, the burden of life fell on Liu Fangyan and her brother. In September, 2113, Liu Fangyan went through all kinds of hardships and got into Jingmen Vocational and Technical College as she wished. In October of the same year, my brother went out to work and lost contact.

Fang Yan, who is studying thousands of miles away, can't worry about her elderly and blind mother at home: Did her mother burn herself when cooking? The mountain road is bumpy, will it fall? Can't find the way home, are you starving and freezing outside ... Last May, Fang Yan learned from her neighbor's phone that her mother fell all over when she went up the mountain to collect firewood. Put the phone down, Fang Yan couldn't help it anymore and cried. "I have lost my father and I can't lose my mother anymore." After tossing and turning all night, Fang Yan made a difficult decision: drop out of school.

from then on, Fang Yan carried her bags and took her mother to Tianjin and settled down in a hot pot restaurant. On the day of working, Fang Yan took good care of her mother and saved money to earn tuition. Eight months passed quickly.

In February, 2116, Fang Yan returned to Jingmen Vocational College with her mother. After learning about Fang Yan's experience, the school leaders were very moved. They provided their mother and daughter with a dormitory and living expenses of RMB 111 per month. At the same time, they also arranged two work-study jobs for Fang Yan: serving food in the school cafeteria and cleaning nine classrooms.

Every evening is the happiest time for Fangyan and her mother. Mother listened to Fang Yan washing clothes and tidying the room; Fang Yan reads books and newspapers to her mother, or tells interesting stories that happened at school. Sometimes, mother and daughter are holding hands, walking in the campus and basking in the sun ... < P > When her mother's teeth are all gone, Fang Yan does not hesitate to take out the hard-earned 211 yuan money and put on a pair of false teeth for her mother. Out of the hospital, Fang Yan bought an apple and handed it to her mother's mouth. Mother slowly chewed and tasted the apples she had never eaten, and smiled happily. "I'm the one who dragged Fang Yan down!" During the interview, Du Guilan stroked Fang Yan's hand and sighed. "Mom, you look at others. It's rare to see mom in college. I can see you every day, much better than them! Besides, you are my mother, it is natural to be filial to you, and I will be happy to be your' eyes' and' crutches'! " Liu Fangyan snuggled up to her mother, her face full of happiness.

The crow and the magpie feed back, and the lamb kneels and suckles. Liu Fangyan's answer is as simple as this: I am a mother!

filial piety is silent and love is endless. Liu Fangyan bears not only her old mother, but also a mountain of gratitude and filial piety. She danced out the goodness and beauty of the world with selfless filial piety, and blossomed a miracle of life.

along the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, drift down, cross Hukou, cross the Kanto, take the Three Gorges and run to the sea. In the Hexi Corridor and the North China Plain, I see the richness and vastness of the motherland and the transcendence of the motherland day and night like a swift horse; In the Yangtze River Delta and the Pearl River Delta, I can see the sublime and lofty motherland, and the neon lights of the motherland's prosperity are flashing day and night, like the Milky Way ...

Give me the motherland with skin color, and give me the motherland with wisdom and courage. Although in the countryside, there are still eager eyes of dropouts; Although there are still laid-off workers in cities and towns who have no choice but to complain, I know that there are more waves of reform, breaking the old ideas and the shackles of the old system, and welcoming the majestic sunrise in the new century!

ringing that row of copper bells, the rich and clear left sound and right rhyme goes from far to near, through five thousand years of long years and fifty-nine years of colorful flower season. On the river continent, the beauty of water, the sun of the mountain and the shore of the sea, there are layers of ripples and echoes, which condense a theme in the hearts of hundreds of millions of Chinese people: Motherland!

We sing Guan Sui's voice in The Book of Songs; With the rhyme of Qu Yuan's Ode to Orange; With ancient style and Yuefu, regular poetry and Sanqu; Sing the glory of your magnificent years with Beijing Opera and Shaanxi Opera, Bangzi and Guci, and sing your magnificent scenery.

We sing your unyielding backbone and backbone, your unyielding dignity and sacredness with Yue Fei's "Red River", Wen Tianxiang's "Zhengqi Song", Lu Xun's "Shout" and Zhu Ziqing's "Back".

We use the bunch of wild flowers in Qu Qiubai's hand; With Fang Zhimin's share of poverty; With those grass roots in Yang Jingyu's belly; With the patch on Liu Zhidan's chest; With the oil lamp by Jiao Yulu's window; Sing your tenacity and tenacity, and your soul and spirit with the footprints left on the snowfield of Kong Fansen.

Dear motherland, let's weave colorful lanterns and brocade with the hands of picking EU, tea and mulberry. Let's shout at the throat of the river and the sea, sing the national anthem and the flying five-star red flag in the golden morning in the golden season, and sing the passion that has been surging for thousands of years.

The Yellow River is fierce, the Yangtze River is strong, Mount Tai is majestic, and the Kunlun Mountain is vast. The mountains and rivers of Wan Li pass by Tiananmen Square, past groups of Lei Feng, past groups of Xu Honggang, past groups of Li Xiangqun, and past groups of Fang Hongxiao-the most romantic, beautiful and amorous steps of China people. Get out of the most spectacular and magnificent phalanx of the Chinese nation! Looking up at the blue sky, "Shenzhou spaceship", space shuttle; Overlooking the earth and the Three Gorges Project, it is amazing.

Dear motherland, five thousand years of implication and accumulation, fifty-nine years of sublation and inheritance, an oriental giant can say "no!" When you can speak. You gather the largest, widest and greatest popularity and prosperity in the world today. No matter how rough it is, peace and development are your heartfelt wishes! You are neither humble nor impatient, and stride at the dawn of the new century with magnanimity, openness, profundity and quietness! In the east wind of the 17th National Congress of the Communist Party of China.

China is known as "the state of etiquette". As a specific behavior, "courtesy" refers to the civilized behavior of people when they treat people, which is now called politeness. The essence of politeness is to show respect and friendliness to others. This psychological demand is beyond the times and lasts forever. However, if a person only knows the form of politeness, but does not have the heart of humility, then he will not really know politeness. Humility is also the expression of modesty and equality, and it is an important connotation of politeness. Modesty and politeness contains the pride of our ancestors in natural culture, which is one of the fundamental characteristics of China people becoming China people. During the Spring and Autumn Period, Confucius and his students traveled around the world to publicize their political opinions.

one day, they drove to the state of Jin. A child was playing with rubble tiles in the middle of the road, blocking their way. Confucius said, "You shouldn't play in the middle of the road and block our car!" " . The child pointed to the ground and said, "Old man, what do you think this is?" At first glance, Confucius saw a city made of broken stone tiles. The child added, "Do you think the city should give way to the car or the car should give way to the city?" Confucius was puzzled. Confucius thought the boy was very polite and asked, "What's your name? How old are you? " Child

said, "My name is Xiang Tuo, and I am 7 years old!" Confucius said to the students, "Xiang Tuo is polite at the age of seven. He can be my teacher!" Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, didn't like reading when he was a child. "Zhouyi? The Great Biography said: "Heaven is strong, and gentlemen are constantly striving for self-improvement; The terrain is Kun, and the gentleman carries things with virtue. " As a China person, what makes us feel proud is our traditional virtue and national spirit. Man can conquer nature, forge ahead, be upright and upright, be prepared for danger in times of peace, love his country and the people, etc., which have always been our national backbones' conscious awareness of the destiny of the country and the nation in the face of various contradictions and crises in the ever-changing social and political practice. Based on the sense of crisis, this kind of self-consciousness entrusts with a strong sense of historical mission of taking the world as its own responsibility, thus converging into the patriotic Yangtze River and Yellow River of the Chinese nation and marching all the way in the east of the world. Students, as future builders of the motherland, we are duty-bound to inherit the traditional virtues and carry forward the national spirit. March towards new glory.