As soon as I entered the gate, I saw the towering monument to revolutionary martyrs at a glance. The monument has already been filled with wreaths and flower baskets, and the surrounding pine trees stand upright and last forever. I saw groups of students coming here under the guidance of teachers. They laid wreaths in front of the martyrs' tombs to express their respect for the martyrs and observed a moment of silence with the music. At this time, I can't help lowering my head, but I feel particularly excited when I see the red scarf on my chest, because it reminds me of what the teacher said: the red scarf is a corner of the national flag, but the national flag is dyed with the blood of revolutionary martyrs. At this moment, the solemnity around me brought me into another artistic conception, which made me fall into layers of grief. At the same time, in my mind, scenes of soldiers fighting bloody battles and being brave and good at fighting remind me of revolutionary martyrs Lin Qubing, Huang Dezhong, Zheng Jingheng, Zhu and others that people in southern Zhejiang will never forget. I think of twenty-seven revolutionary martyrs in Ryan who died heroically in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. At the same time, I seemed to see the amazing scene of Uncle Huang Jiguang pouncing on the enemy's gun, so my ears rang with the touching story that Grandpa Ma Faquan (the comrade-in-arms of Uncle Huang Jiguang-the director of the Ruian Memorial Hall to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea) just told me in the Xishan Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery on the Korean battlefield.