Today, I attended the joining ceremony of the first-year Young Pioneers. When the bright red star torch flag was raised, my heart had mixed feelings. Yes, six years ago, on this sunny afternoon, I also sang the team song and swore an oath under the banner of this team. I have changed from an ignorant child to a new generation of "reserve army" in the motherland.
I looked up at the blue sky and the bright red team flag and national flag. Six years ago, I was here, and my eldest sister in grade six put on a bright red scarf for me. She gave me a sentence: "remember, the red scarf is a corner of the national flag, which was dyed red with blood by revolutionary martyrs." Today we are leaving, tomorrow, you have to make it more brilliant! "
Ah, that "tomorrow" came so soon? ! I never believed it. Today, when the host said that the old sixth graders would wear red scarves for the parents of the new contestants, I couldn't help but be shocked. "Old player"? Yes, I have been an old young pioneer for six years.
Yesterday's oath, I will never forget, and I will never forget the childish voice that sounded. A batch, a batch, another batch, we have to go, with six years of bitterness, laughter, but also with today's "struggle for the cause of communism" and "always ready! ! ! "Call sign, will be printed in my mind for a long time. .......
Bright young pioneers flag, bright red scarf, I will leave you ... but I will still add luster to you.