At that time, before the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, 1 was the most difficult period in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and China: the oppression of landlords, the lack of materials and the bondage of unfair treaties signed a long time ago. At that time, there was no high technology, no beautiful clothes, no tall houses, only endless wars and countless house wrecks. ...
1894, Japan launched the Sino-Japanese War in the Qing Dynasty, and the Battle of Toyoshima broke out. Because the Japanese army had planned for a long time, the Qing Dynasty rushed to fight, and the war ended with the defeat of the China army and the annihilation of the Beiyang Navy. The result of this war brought unprecedented crisis to the Chinese nation and greatly deepened the semi-colonial degree of China society. On the other hand, it made Japan's national strength stronger and squeezed into the ranks of great powers, laying the groundwork for future aggression against China.
193 1 year, the September 18th Incident was the beginning of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. By 1945, Japan unconditionally announced the end of surrender. * * * has gone through fourteen years. In these fourteen years, countless young people who are only a little older than us have sacrificed their lives and shed their blood for the victory of our country, which is admirable. In the September 18th Incident, the Japanese army first blew up a section of Nanman Railway with explosives. Later, he accused China of bombing and invaded China on a large scale. In just over four months, the northeast was completely occupied, and people seemed to be at a loss. After the fall, the Japanese burned and looted there, but China people were not vegetarians, so they immediately organized people to support them. However, due to their weak military capabilities, this is almost useless.
There is a story that tells us that if we fall behind, we will be beaten, so we must study hard and serve the motherland in the future.
At that time, composition 2 smiled and realized beauty; Do not return if you are not drunk; Only when you are bitter can you know how to be satisfied; Only when you are injured can you know how to be strong; Laugh it off when you are wrong; When you are tired, you will connect with your heart; Only when you lose it, do you know the aftertaste; Only when you leave, do you know how to miss.
Time flies, flowers bloom and fall. Six years of primary school life is fleeting. I still remember that six years ago, I was only a first-grade student in primary school, and I knew nothing about everything. It is the teacher's inculcation that makes me accumulate from point, horizontal, vertical and left to addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, from the stars in the sky to the underwater world, from ancient times to modern times.
Therefore, the teacher is a diligent gardener, an unknown silkworm and a blooming peach and plum. That year, the flowers we planted with our own hands, such as the beautiful posture of flowers next to rubble and bricks, greeted the breeze. Although we have lost our lovely campus now, I will always remember that we planted spring and harvested autumn here. We used to study hard and laugh and chase.
In those days, we cried and laughed and had a good time; At that time, we studied together, played together, grew for the sake of growth, and worked hard for the sake of hard work. Unfortunately, time will not go back. If we stop for a while and walk slowly, we won't be in such a hurry when we face the exam. The past time is like a hundred dollars, which comes and goes quickly. Just don't give the opportunity to cherish, stop until you look back, but it's getting farther and farther!
Let's not forget everything we experienced in those years, they will turn into gold powder one day! Take good care of yourself and your ex!
At that time, the style of composition raised the parting between you and me; Summer rain, wet the lonely eaves; Autumn leaves, I received your postcard; Winter snow, another year in a blink of an eye. The cycle of the four seasons records the changes of the years. The lost days are scattered in the spring breeze; Submerged in summer rain; Floating in the autumn leaves; Covered with winter snow.
It's another piece of willow green, but my heart is full of melancholy. In the spring breeze, you waved goodbye to me. You said that you belong to the geese in the blue sky, and you will come back in autumn. Therefore, in the days when the spring breeze caresses me, I yearn for the season when geese fly in the north and leaves fly in the south.
Walking alone in the rain in the lingering dusk. Let the drizzle wet my clothes, and let the soft drizzle float on my sad face. In the summer rain, remember the days when I was with you. In the summer rain, I am waiting for you alone.
Finally, in the season of falling leaves, I received your first blessing. Since then, life has been bright. Autumn is no longer a wonderful loneliness; People are no longer sentimental. Every leaf has your blessing.
Early that morning, I felt a chill. As a result, snowflakes floated into the sky. The arrival of the snow brought your news. That winter, there was a feeling that warmed me.
That year, those days, filled with my mood. That year's spring, summer, autumn and winter are recording bits and pieces for me. I was moved in those days. Oh, those lost days.
At that time, the people of China were in a deep mood; At that time, there was a bridge of love between the people of China; At that time, all the people in China felt your strength for your tenacious will!
5 12 is an unforgettable day. At this time, a mother gently coaxed her baby to sleep. At that moment, the mother hugged the child tightly and propped up the world. I wonder what Zalo's measurement brought? It is dark and cold here. Take away her mouth or a little warmth. If you can survive, you must remember her. During class, a teacher stood at the door to send the child out of the classroom, but in order to scare the child, he rushed into the classroom. He grabbed two bewildered children and fell while carrying them forward. The teacher held them to sleep with open arms. My timid silly child boiled and saw the bloody body of the teacher. Don't be afraid to cry. ......
At that time, teachers and students of Xingyang Primary School donated 10 yuan, and 50 yuan donated 100 yuan ... even beggars donated all the money they earned in a day. We donate money and materials, and love is ignited in our hearts and passed on in our hearts!
At that time, we saw the refugees in the Wenchuan earthquake, saw constant self-improvement, saw eternal maternal love, and saw the safety and happiness of love shelters in big cities. Urban love makes you stand solemnly and firmly in the cruel test, and I see the bridge of love between you!
Many times in those days, I silently thought: how great my mother is. It is my umbrella when it rains; It is my hand when wrestling; Sadness is my pistachio; When I am depressed, I am my psychiatrist; I can throw myself into my mother's arms at any time. But when it rains, mom doesn't have an umbrella; An unhelpful hand in wrestling; Sadness is no pistachio; There is no psychiatrist when you are depressed; There is no arms to throw into. So I must always give my mother love.
Once, my mother was ill in hospital. It happened to be Saturday. I watched my mother in the hospital. My mother is hungry. I went downstairs to buy, and my mother was thirsty; I'll get the water; When my mother is cold, I will add a quilt to her; Mom is in a good mood, so am I.
My mother finally got out of the hospital. When I got home with my mother, my mother asked me if I was hungry! I said, yeah. Mom said, then I'll make you something delicious. Hearing this sentence, I cried. My mother has just been discharged from hospital and is going to cook something delicious for me. I immediately took my mother's hand and threw myself into her arms. I said, mom, you just got out of the hospital. Don't try to do this or that for me. Take good care of your illness. Tonight, I will cook for you! My mother was moved to tears. My mother says I'm grown up and sensible!
If my mother gives me love, I will be happy. Love me for my mother will be happier!
The temperature dropped sharply in those days, and people in the street hurried by with cold faces. I don't know when it started. I was walking home alone, maybe in the wrong place, and no one was waiting for me at the end of the road. Often after school, it runs counter to the previous road. What are you talking about? It hasn't changed for three years, and I feel a lot of regret. I didn't stick to it.
Sometimes I will come to school unconsciously when I walk, and I will also come to the dormitory unconsciously, feeling that I have never left, always, always. Sometimes I think, if we still want to be like before, if only we were as simple as before. So, will there be much less trouble? Then, will you laugh in the sun, will you feel happy, will you continue like this? I miss the bright blue sky with laughter, listening to familiar music and walking slowly on the playground together.
There are some things that we couldn't understand when we were young. When we understand, those days have quietly left. Some words, maybe not said at that time, will never be said again. Life may be like this, there will always be some regrets, and only when it is lost will we know how to cherish it.
Now I am drifting away from those days, as if I could never go back. I think at that time, we really lost our way. In this way, there are many things that I can't think about, and it has become a past tense. Those days, not a day, but occasional days, when the sky is almost clear, or when I hear a familiar song and see a familiar scene, I remember it. It's obviously warm, but it's more sour, and it's wrapped around my eyes.
The composition of that year was 7 fingers, and only a small tail was left this summer vacation. Countdown to school-Inscription
These days, students ask each other, "What day do you go to school?" At this time, I found out that there are still a few days to start school! I can't help but have a keen taste.
Summer vacation flies so fast, it seems to have passed in a blink of an eye. The whole summer vacation is like a dream, hazy and confused. Before I can recover my memory, I will say goodbye to us in the summer vacation. The emotion of not giving up overflowed my mind.
I always know it's too late at the end. School begins, and I have to wake up my plan before the holiday is ruined, and I still have a lot of homework to digest. A good summer vacation was once again abandoned. Regret is useless.
As the saying goes: "New semester, new atmosphere". I want to make a good change, new schoolbag, new shoes, new pencil and new hairstyle. I will take this opportunity to make a brand-new start in the new semester-"turn over a new leaf", study hard and make progress every day. I am dreaming beautifully.
Another semester. Looking back on last semester's life, I still remember it vividly. Next semester's life is as near as tomorrow. A little timidity, a little hope, a fiery heart.
After a summer vacation, students don't know how much they have changed. Have they become more mature in these two months? I heard that the math and science teachers have changed. What's the new teacher like? Will they be tough or kind? My heart is full of expectations.
This is countdown day. Miss the happiness of the past and regret the lost time. Imagine the unknown future and plan for the near future.
In those days, life is always full of ups and downs, and as soon as you have some feelings with this group, you should be told to say goodbye to this group. This mood is really disappointing.
I admit that this class is the only group I can't give up since I went to school for so long.
My former deskmate Zhai is very cute. I had a good time with her. Although we often talk about other people's idiotic topics, I know this is our way of communication, which is very different. ...
My former deskmate-Daxian, at that time, we were deskmates, and the topic always revolved around learning. Then I supervise my study in different ways every day, saying that they will crush me in a certain period of time, which has always been despised by me. ...
My present deskmate, Sandy, is a very funny person, and he always makes me laugh every time he says something.
The pig in front often says something that I find puzzling, but I think it's good.
Because I am in an interesting atmosphere. ...
Zou, a person I can't figure out, we often communicate by quarreling, which often leads me to think that I am scolding her. Actually, this is just the way we communicate. ...
There is also a Leo girl, a friend who is getting familiar with her because of eating, but we have the same hobbies and are good friends. ...
Many, many friends left me with deep memories. ...
Memories are often hidden in consciousness, and the days we spent together are recorded in our lives and cannot be forgotten for a long time. ...
I have a friend named "Jiang Ting", and I often call her "Ting". Ting is a beautiful girl. To me, she is very friendly. Although we often quarrel sometimes, we later regretted it and made up again. Hehe ~ I don't know if it's fate or why. We have been together since kindergarten. We didn't know each other very well at that time, and we didn't play together. But when she graduated from kindergarten, she took a picture of graduation photo next to me. She went to primary school and we are still in the same class. The teacher also arranged for her to sit in front of me So we sat for six years. I'm close to her, too. I regard her as my "best friend". If she is honest with me, I am now in junior high school. She is also in the same school as me, 1 1 class, and I am in class 3. There is a big gap. I tried to find her several times, but the teacher limited us. Alas, I have no time. I don't see her very often now.
However, although I can't see each other's hearts at a distance from her, I will always be with my heart, and she will always be my friend. Ting, I send you a poem:
A long time ago, somewhere, there were a pair of blooming twin flowers: one called beauty and the other called happiness.
Beauty is beautiful because of happiness, and happiness is happy because of beauty.
Although they are not from the same root, they have an intersection.
It was not until one day that the beautiful woman flew with the wind that happiness thought of going with the beautiful woman.
Flowers, even after parting,
Still lingering fragrance.
You, even if you fly with the wind,
And will always-
When I first met.
Those days are still in sight-
In those days, the autumn wind was drizzling and the streets were covered with yellow leaves. The weather is getting colder and colder, sometimes the sun is fine, and sometimes the sky is dark. Four seasons flow, time is like water without expression, and youth is like a towel soaked in water. Just twist it casually, there is not much left.
Youth is like an open window, through which we can see many beautiful things in the world. Youth is like a door that leaves quietly. As soon as the door is opened and closed, it seems that flowers bloom and fall, bringing little but taking a lot away. Youth, like the time written by Zhu Ziqing, flows between washing hands and disappears between eating. When we are still proud of having a good time of youth, youth is passing away like a once-in-a-century flood, but it is silent.
Youth is a happy day. We will chase the fallen leaves together in windy days, and play the flying string rhythm with guitar on the empty roof with sunset glow at dusk. Let's celebrate the China team's qualifying clink and smile at the blue sky.
Sometimes youth will flow all over your face. We will deeply blame ourselves for the mistakes we made when we were young and ignorant; Cry loudly for the departure of friends around you; Tears of defeat for the national football team have been flowing to that sunny day.
Youth, a beautiful thing. In the days when youth exists, we are happy, we are sad, we laugh and we cry.
On the day when youth dies, we may be confused or lost. Tomorrow, we don't know what will happen.
Looking back on those days, I will remember those days.
It was raining outside in the early spring afternoon.
Are waiting for school time. Time flies like an arrow. In an instant, my father appeared at the door of the classroom and saw him holding two umbrellas. When I ran to him, he gave another umbrella to my classmate's parents. In this way, my father hugged me tightly. It was raining outside, but it was especially warm under our crowded umbrella. ...
On rainy days, let me remember that love is the eternal sky.
One morning in late spring, my family mobilized to pick strawberries.
The heart-shaped appearance, with many black seeds on it, is like a huge shining ruby, which is particularly dazzling. The naughty brother picked it and said, "Look, I picked so many." "I took one look and told my brothers that they were all strangers. If they are red, they are ripe. If they are not red, they are not ripe. The younger brother looks ignorant. " Oh, I see. "
Happy days, let me remember, good times.
Early summer, summer vacation received a courier, curious to open a look at the original is a charming curling iron, a guess is a gentle cousin bought it.
Cousin, wearing a red dress and ponytail, the most exquisite thing is that she has a tall and delicate nose, which is simply the China version of Little Red Riding Hood.
Then, my cousin untied my hair and slowly rolled out a sharp hook ... Suddenly, my naughty cousin jumped out and turned on the electric fan to the maximum. For example, a strong wind swept through, and the newly curled hair instantly turned into a chicken nest. ...
Happy days, let me remember that life is like a starry sky.
Fingers are too wide and time is too thin. Happiness is a bit of life, which needs us to find and cherish, and it is worth waiting and remembering.