And the smell of memory. It was Qingming that completed the rain, and it was the rain that set off Qingming. Looking at the drizzle, it can arouse the faint sadness and yearning in people's hearts.
When I was a teenager, Tomb-Sweeping Day and the rain were just a beautiful picture in my impression. In the drizzle with the wind, a poor poet riding a horse leaned over a little shepherd boy, who stood by the road, holding a whip in one hand and pointing at a straw house in the other. Above the thatched cottage, a red wine streamer appeared and disappeared in the thin drizzle. This probably comes from the poem Qingming. "It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask the local people where to buy wine and worry? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " In my carefree years, this poem gave me such a beautiful artistic conception.
The carefree time of a teenager is always short, just like a kite set in childhood. When the thread is broken, it disappears without a trace and can't be found anywhere. Gradually, the Qingming Festival has added a touch of sadness to me, which is getting heavier and heavier, especially after my grandfather left. In my impression, my grandfather is a kind old man, and he is very kind to me. Maybe it's because I'm good. After my grandfather left, I will be very sad every year on the Qingming Festival and his memorial day. Some people say that the thoughts of others will fade as time goes by. I think, maybe missing my loved ones is just the opposite. Even after a long time, every time we remember their voices and smiles, there will always be some sour and cool feelings in our hearts. Even if it is ten years or decades, this feeling will not weaken or disappear, but will become more intense. Because of this, Tomb-Sweeping Day will become a day that has been circulated for thousands of years; The drizzle in Qingming Festival will come one after another, which is probably the induction of sadness in people's hearts.
It's clear again. "Men don't flick when they have tears." I can't shed tears, so it's just a drizzle. I hope she will come as scheduled, even if the world wants to shed tears but can't.
Another Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. We are wearing school uniforms, wearing bright red scarves on our chests and small white flowers made by ourselves on the left, and heading for the Martyrs Cemetery.
We entered the martyrs' cemetery with neat and firm steps. The martyrs cemetery is so solemn and solemn, and the pines and cypresses on both sides of the entrance are so tall and straight and green. I thought to myself: revolutionary martyrs! We have come to visit you. Our life now is very happy. You rest in peace!
On the 27-meter-high monument, Premier Zhou Enlai wrote the inscription "The revolutionary martyrs are immortal", and we held a theme group meeting there. The singing was so loud, the recitation was so affectionate, and the performance was so sweet. We were extremely excited and silently comforted the heroes in our hearts.
After that, we came to the exhibition hall of martyrs' deeds. As soon as we entered the exhibition hall, the most eye-catching thing was the large oil painting, which showed that the Red Army team was struggling to climb the mountain peak. The soldiers were all in the abyss under their feet, and they would lose their lives if they were not careful. However, the soldiers were not intimidated by the difficulties. They gritted their teeth and climbed up and went forward with difficulty.
In the exhibition hall, I saw many military medals and deeds of martyrs. Looking at their deeds, I seem to see the moving scene of their death and heroic killing of the enemy. I seem to hear the heroic and unyielding voice of the martyrs. The martyrs gave everything for the motherland and gave their precious lives for the people. Martyrs! May you, like the beautiful flowers, exude fragrance on the land of the motherland, so that every corner of the motherland is full of vitality and hope!
When we came to the cemetery, we paid tribute to them one by one, giving the white flowers in our hands and the flower baskets made by ourselves to the most respectable heroes. At this moment, I seem to see countless heroes standing in front of us, indomitable spirit! It's them, it's them, for the sake of our new China, for the people to turn over and be liberated, throwing their heads and spilling their blood, and sacrificing themselves for today's beautiful life. Martyrs! Your unyielding spirit of preferring death inspires us to move forward and fills each of us with the confidence to make unremitting efforts for the motherland.
Martyrs! Today next year, more people will visit your. Rest in peace!
Today is April 3rd, one day away from people's traditional festival-Tomb-Sweeping Day. President Ye decided to sweep the graves in the revolutionary martyrs cemetery of the whole school.
In the morning, the air is particularly fresh and the sun is particularly bright, as if adding vitality to us. We set off in a neat line with little white flowers on our chests.
In a short time, we came to the monument of the revolutionary martyrs cemetery. Looking at the tombstone standing on Yunju Mountain and the marble statue around it, I thought to myself: During the revolutionary war, countless revolutionary martyrs all rushed to fight the enemy for the revolutionary cause. Some of them armed with submachine guns launched fierce attacks on the enemy; Some jumped behind sandbags and fired hate bullets at the enemy with submachine guns; Some rushed up and fought to the death with the enemy.
The grave-sweeping began, and the host said, "Bow to the revolutionary martyrs and bow your head for three minutes." I bowed my head solemnly, listened to the sorrows and sorrows, and remembered the revolutionary spirit of revolutionary martyrs who threw their heads, shed their blood and stood up for the revolution in order to create a better new life today, and silently shed tears.
At the end of the silence, we lined up neatly and walked around the monument to the revolutionary martyrs. I hung the small white flowers made by myself on the saplings and reluctantly left.
Today is my most unforgettable day. Without the heroic struggle of many revolutionary martyrs, there would be no happy life for us today.