How to love the land under your feet +0 The land in this world has hundreds of millions of acres of plains in Western Europe, rainforests in Amazon and grasslands in Africa, which are gorgeous and beautiful. But in our hearts, they will never reach one thousandth of the land under our feet. Because this is the place where we grew up, we love it, and how to love this land has become the core issue at present.
If we say how to love the land in our hometown, we must first make clear what the land under our feet is. "The land under our feet" is the land of New China and China. It is not only a simple combination of the North China Plain, the Northwest High Slope and the Land of Fish and Rice, but also a layered and profound cultural fertile soil from the descendants of the Yellow Emperor to the prosperous times of the Han and Tang Dynasties for thousands of years, and then to the new China for hundreds of years. Therefore, to love the land under your feet is to love Chinese civilization.
what is love ? Love is a noun, a deep emotion and an attachment to it. Love is a verb, an expression of action and a contribution. For the former, people who can put forward "how to love the land under their feet" must have deep patriotic feelings. The core of the problem lies in the latter's love, that is, how to express their deep love with practical actions and help the prosperity of Chinese civilization. Here, we think there are two levels-one is cultural identity, inheriting the spirit, and the other is to do it with heart and express love with industry.
First of all, cultural identity can inherit the spirit. To love a piece of land and a culture, we must first understand it and understand it. Only when a China person realizes self-cultivation, that is, "if he is poor, he will be immune to it, and if he is up to it, he will have the best of both worlds", naturally know the profligacy of poetry and water, and understand the implicit philosophy of "just the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains", can he know this land. When his spirit is deeply rooted in it, his every move, every word and deed, every smile are the inheritance and propaganda of culture, which can be described as loving the land under his feet with his own actions. The second is to do it with dedication and love. In this regard, we need people, especially the contemporary youth, not to turn patriotism into slogans and stand outside and shout, but to truly become insiders and do their own work, and also to put forward their own opinions and make contributions to social development.
In addition, we should pay special attention to the fact that love should not be unprincipled and exclusive. In an era when everyone can speak online, countless people use keyboards as weapons to shape contemporary "closed-door" love, which is undoubtedly a wrong and despicable patriotic way.
May the young people in China love this land with spiritual love as the background and cultural inheritance and practice as the industry.
How to love the land under your feet? Have you ever been to the grassland, where the sky is endless and the earth is at your feet? Are you intoxicated by the fragrance of the land and see the brown and solid land in the vegetation? How to love you? Embrace you with my deep will, grand imagination and passionate feelings in my life, and let the deep spring of my life flow on you.
Looking down, you can see the land under your feet through the shelter of reinforced concrete. Land is our home, the place where we grew up, the strongest backing we can have in our life, the foothold of our country and the root of our nation. We shouldn't confine ourselves to space. We should open our hours. Our nation has been growing here in numerous twists and turns from spring to summer. Every Chinese son and daughter, like a fallen leaf, has fallen on the land under his feet for five thousand years. The tenacity and wisdom of the Chinese nation are here, and our China is here. This is the land under our feet, the starting point of everything, and the ownership of everything.
How to love you? Love what you like, grieve what you grieve, be proud of your strength and magnificence, and embrace your fragility and mud. Our history, our nation, has gone through the mud. In countless foreign invasions, our land has cracked, but our land has not disintegrated, but has been integrated by the blood of countless people. Understand your past and see every root rot in the soil; If you want to see your future, it lies in everyone in China who lives under benevolence and righteousness. It's no use sighing. We must stretch individuals into trees and let them take root in the depths of the earth.
Dedication to society and seeking self-worth for public office are concrete manifestations of love. After embracing this mud, it will melt into this mud. If people only keep love in their hearts, how can we enrich this land? One hundred years ago, Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian brothers poured their infinite love for China into this land and revived it. After a hundred years, can we get rid of the fog of entertainment poisoning? I really want to stand on this land again and give my deep spring blood to this land. Yes, this is what we should do. In today's ever-developing era, only by being down-to-earth can we not be trapped by the present. Only by combining personal development with the development of the times can a clear spring flow into the earth.
In this way, when everyone's life is intertwined with the land, can we find the meaning of the land to the individual and what meaning do we give it? It is the alternation between the nurturer and the dependent in a constant cycle. We learn from the land, we grow up in its embrace, and we should once again throw ourselves into its embrace and become a part of it. Everyone is a scattered bead, but the love in our hearts for the land under our feet ties us together and makes us a United community. This kind of love is our strongest identity and flows into our blood. We were born with this love. We were born in this land under our feet. What we want to make sure is that it can still withstand drought and mud for thousands of years to come.
How to love you-the land under your feet? Mobilize the deepest will and feel this identity flowing in the blood; Showing the most magnificent imagination, this land has given us the power to be unconstrained; And fade away the hottest emotions, truly unite individuals and nation-States, devote themselves to this land, embrace its mud and turn it into this mud.
How to love the land under your feet? Blizzard raging, bunches of chrysanthemums under the tombstone, and an open diary. The wind whimpered as he read the poem in the bloody book and glided across the sky.
He sat in the car, staring ahead, with a stick in his hand. The gun is under the seat, but it is only used as a last resort. This is the first time to go to the battlefield with live ammunition. On hearing the name, his palms sweated slightly.
This is the first time I have felt sweaty gloves when I came to Ali.
He remembers that when he just wanted to be a soldier, his heart was full of ideas about how to discuss with his family, but he didn't expect that when he said this at the dinner table, his father's eyes suddenly turned red and he quietly poured him a glass of wine, and his hands trembled slightly. Since the wine is spilled on your hands, its fragrance is as cold as Ali's wind. He knew that this was the true feeling of his taciturn father. There is a clear light in those muddy eyes. He silently wrote down this wordless charge. This day has finally arrived.
When he could already feel the tense confrontation atmosphere outside the door, he stood up with his teammates, and the national flag was posted closest to his heart. Everything is ready.
Seeing those ugly faces, he talked eloquently about whimsical plans. He clenched his fist, that's his guardian China! How can the land in China be trampled by such people?
At daggers drawn.
Only then did he really realize that war always existed. At that time, he was still young and didn't understand why soldiers were needed in peacetime. At this moment, he knew that it was because of such a group of people carrying burdens that they got the peace of the land behind them. How lucky, he is one of them now.
The words on both sides became more and more fierce, and he could even feel his heart beating like a bullet about to leave the chamber. Suddenly, I don't know whose stick is flashing in the air. He rushed up and rushed to the center of the most intense war. Waving the stick in his hand, the teacher, the man he respects the most, the soldier he worships the most, fell to the ground in the middle. The head (skull) is deeply sunken Blood is flowing in the snow.
There were too many people, and he fought to the death. The sticks were covered with blood and the crowd drowned them. He used his last strength to protect the teacher and used his back to resist the blow.
He silently endured the pain, the smell of blood welled up in his throat and tears welled up in his eyes. He sat in the classroom in a trance again, reading Ai Qing's poem: "Why do I often have tears in my eyes?" Because I love this land deeply ... ",this book is clear and accompanied him into the endless night. ...
A few months later, he carved the names of several comrades-in-arms on the stone tablet in the snow in Ali, the hometown of heroes. They still guard the land under their feet and are inviolable. The wind read the diary under the tablet, sobbed and slid, and in the middle of the page read:
Love, only for China.