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Some people say that stepping into a new school is stepping into a new world. That's true. When I entered the new school, excitement and joy came to my mind together. The only thought in my heart is: I have come to a new world, and I will abandon all the burdens and shortcomings of the past, rebuild myself in a new school and welcome a new life.
Two crimson marble columns stand on both sides of the door, like two majestic sentries. Stepping into the gate, my eyes are full of green. From the door to the office building, there are only green grass and towering weeping willows.
In the center of the school is a big flower bed, which is planted with peonies, roses and all kinds of nameless flowers. The breeze is blowing gently, the willows are weeping, and the flowers are blowing my nose with the fresh breath of summer, which makes me really want to shout: new school, I am coming!
The teaching building is inlaid with white tiles, and you can see the neatly arranged tables and chairs through the bright windows. I walk with people on campus. The exquisite and reasonable layout of the campus makes me lament the greatness of the designers, and the rich greenery and colorful flowers make me dizzying. The breeze blows gently, sending a wisp of fragrance, and bees and butterflies chase each other among the flowers, adding more vitality. There is a sculpture made of books on the right, which means "there is a road in the mountain of books."
Wait, what's that? With my footsteps, a unique white two-story building came into view. Through its style, it can be roughly judged that this building was built during the Republic of China, and what is even more amazing is that it can be preserved well to this day. I turned around the small building twice and found a blue slate embedded in the side wall of it, which recorded the history of the house:
It turned out that this small white building was built more than 70 years ago and was the activity base for teachers and students of the school at that time. When the Japanese invaded the northern border of China, they tortured more than a dozen students and teachers here to illustrate the position of our party leader. Our teachers and students would rather die than surrender, and were finally killed by the cruel Japanese army.
At this moment, my heart seems to be shocked. Stroking the weathered slate, I seem to see that fiery era, and there are more than a dozen strangers. Although their hands and feet are bound by ropes, their souls would rather die than surrender. In the face of the brutal atrocities of the Japanese invaders, they did not give in, and they held their heads high in the face of bright knives.
Mencius once said: you can't bend your strength, this is a gentleman. They sang a magnificent song of life with blood! When I feel their tragic experience, I feel deeply proud, because today I stand on this campus, that is, their alumni, their classmates, and our souls will be linked together forever.
Looking at the classroom in the distance, I feel more confident. In this new world, I must work hard and create my own brilliant course.