Ⅰ An urgent 400-word essay on searching for red memories!
"No one will be forgotten, and nothing will be forgotten!"
Gunsmoke It has long since dissipated, the pain cannot be forgotten, cherish peace! Sixty-five years ago, the gunshots at Marco Polo Bridge opened the prelude to the Chinese people's fight against Japanese fascist aggression and the nationwide resistance war. The Chinese people persisted in the local war of resistance for 7 years? After 8 years of all-out war of resistance, totaling 15 years, after arduous and outstanding struggle, we won the victory of the war of resistance? On May 9, 1945, history turned a new page: fascist Germany unconditionally surrendered; on August 15, 1945, the Emperor of Japan announced unconditional surrender. On September 2, the Japanese *** representative formally signed the unconditional surrender, Xu Yongchang On behalf of the Communist Party of China, he signed and confirmed the Japanese surrender document. From a procedural point of view, is this a formal surrender? At this point, China's Anti-Japanese War ended successfully, and the World Anti-Fascist War also achieved a comprehensive victory. After eight great years, the Chinese people finally extinguished the flames of war ignited by the Japanese aggressors in the land of China. Japan regards China as one of the four major powers in the world and officially surrenders to China? According to international practice, the day after the signing, that is, September 3, is the day when Japan’s signed surrender officially takes effect? The Nationalist Party at that time ordered the whole country to celebrate for three days the next day, and from the next year onwards, September 3rd every year was designated as the "Victory Day of the Anti-Japanese War". The democratic party "Jiusan Society" was named to commemorate this day.
The destruction of opium in Humen marked the beginning of the Chinese people’s fight against aggression. The flag of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the thunder of the Reform Movement of 1898, the sword of the Boxer Rebellion, and the gunfire of the Revolution of 1911 all showed to the world that the Chinese nation cannot be insulted and the Chinese people cannot be bullied.
What do war and gunpowder smoke bring to people? It is endless pain, family destruction, and displacement. On July 7, 1937, during the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, Japanese imperialism launched a large-scale war of aggression against China. The Chinese people rose up to resist, thus marking the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War. September 18th! September 18th! ! ! The atrocities committed by the invaders caused so many people to lose their lives and make them homeless and forced to leave their homes! A song "On the Songhua River" composed of blood, tears and hatred sings people's hearts and their homesickness:
"September 18, September 18, from that tragic tragic At that time, I left my hometown and abandoned my endless treasures! I wandered around the country all day long! In which year and in what month can I return to my lovely hometown! Take back my endless treasure..."
Ⅱ Red Revolution Story Composition 400 words for Grade 4
My most touching revolutionary story
In the war, how many Outstanding sons and daughters of the Chinese nation have laid down their lives, shed their blood and made sacrifices for the founding of New China! Behind them, there are so many touching revolutionary stories, among which Sister Jiang’s story moved me the most!
"On June 14, 1948, due to the traitor's betrayal, Jianye was unfortunately arrested and imprisoned in Zhazidong Prison in Chongqing. Here, Sister Jiang suffered all kinds of torture from the Kuomintang military reunification agents. She was tortured on the Tiger Bench , slings, barbed steel whips, crowbars, electrocution... and even the fingertips of bamboo sticks. The agent looked at the punching hole in the young female *** and uncovered the Chongqing underground party organization. Sister Jiang has always been unyielding in the face of the enemy's torture! "You can break my head, but there is no way to organize it." Will is made of steel!”
Every time I read this in the book, I burst into tears. What a strong will! Such an unyielding spirit, such an unyielding character. , touching, touching people's hearts! Her qualities remind me of the plum blossom that symbolizes the Chinese nation: the plum blossom symbolizes perseverance and unyieldingness. The branches of the plum blossom are strong and tall, and they are willing to bend but not yield. They are used to symbolize a strong and unyielding will. The plum blossoms blooming against the wind and snow are the first to reveal the breath of spring to the world. Isn’t this exactly what describes Sister Jiang’s perseverance?
What an unforgettable story, what a touching quality! Let us borrow the Qingming Festival and bow three times deeply for her!
Ⅲ A 400-word essay on the Red Journey
Growing up, I have heard and read many stories of revolutionary heroes.
And last year, our family also took a red tour. We went to Nanchang, Jinggangshan and other revolutionary holy places.
Today I read the book "The Red Journey of the Golden Boy", which helped me deepen my understanding of Nanchang and Jinggangshan.
Students, do you know where the first shot against the Kuomintang reactionaries was fired? By the way, it's in Nanchang. Nanchang is a famous historical and cultural city and also a red city. One night 1978 years ago, the sound of gunfire pierced the night sky of Nanchang, firing the first shot of armed resistance against the Kuomintang reactionaries. 〈〈Nanchang Uprising〉〉 In the museum, the murals on the walls record this historical moment. In 1927, Chiang Kai-shek launched a counter-revolutionary coup in Shanghai and massacred communists and revolutionaries. He even planned the counter-revolutionary action of "I would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one person slip through the net." Countless revolutionaries were not afraid of sacrifice and rose up to resist. Some even gave their precious lives to have the first revolutionary team.
In Jinggang Mountain, bamboos stand tall, trees are lush, and flowers bloom. Our ancestors established the first rural revolutionary base here. The revolutionary troops met here and fired the first shot at the enemy. "The sound of artillery in Huangyangjie was loud, and it was reported that the enemy troops were escaping at night." The victory against "encirclement and suppression" was achieved.
Standing in front of the martyrs’ tombs, I miss the martyrs who are buried underground. Their spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice and fighting bloody battles always inspires us. It makes me deeply realize that this happy and beautiful life is hard-won. He was bought by our ancestors with their blood and lives. As a new generation of successors, how can we forget them when we are enjoying life? Shouldn't we learn from them? Learn from their spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice and fighting bravely; learn from their spirit of loving the motherland and loving the people; learn from their spirit of being hardworking and simple and not afraid of difficulties. Work hard for the future of our motherland.
Ⅳ A 400-word essay on the story of the Fourteenth Red Army
The gate of the Fourteenth Red Army Park is tall and grand. When you step into the park, there is a flag-raising platform behind the gate. The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, always reminding us: China's current prosperity and strength are obtained by the sweat and blood of the Chinese Communist martyrs! The road leading to the theme pavilion is paved with cobblestones, with green grass on both sides and birds singing and flowers fragrant. The colors are so bright and the scenes so lively. But the sky was gray. There is also a large flower garden in front of the theme pavilion. On both sides of the flower garden are crystal clear ponds, in which lotus flowers are shyly waiting to bloom. There are two rows of relief figures in front of the theme hall, which are lifelike and have annotations on the back. They are the entire process of the rise and fall of the Fourteenth Red Army! The theme pavilion is shaped like a waving flag, and the door in the middle is a shining red five-star. From the gate to the theme pavilion, the colors are mainly black, gray and white, symbolizing solemnity and seriousness, which makes people feel awe.
I walked into the theme pavilion of the 14th Red Army Park. The facilities in the pavilion are beautiful, elegant and simple. The first thing that caught my eye were the statues of 17 warriors. They were made very lifelike, as if they were ready to come out. I stared at them. At this time, everything seemed to go back in time, following my steps, back to April 3, 1930.
After visiting the two exhibition halls, I walked out of the theme pavilion with heavy steps. The singing birds and the fragrance of flowers and the green grass in front of them are the fruits of the hard work of the *** martyrs, but they cannot enjoy it; the gray sky is sobbing for them and wants to shed tears for them. How should we repay these martyrs?
From dirt roads to highways, from radios to computers, from soil guns to atomic bombs, from thatched cottages to high-rise buildings... Isn't the rapid development of the Chinese nation paying back to these martyrs? Therefore, I must study hard, strive to become the pillar of the country, contribute to the prosperity of the motherland, and do not let down the blood of the martyrs!
Ⅳ The Story of the Red Army's Long March 400 words
Story 1
Before climbing the snow-capped mountains and crossing the grassland, the Red Army entered a high mountainous area. It rained heavily that night, and it was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers. The mountain road heading north was rugged and extremely slippery.
Dong Biwu and guard Xiao Wang groped forward along the high and low narrow paths, one foot high and one foot low. Xiao Wang accidentally stepped over a stone and fell. When he got up, the shoes he was wearing were missing, so he had to walk barefoot.
Early the next morning, the sky cleared after the rain. The earth was like a crystal palace, and the raindrops shone in the sunlight. Dong Biwu found a few bloody wounds on Xiao Wang's bare feet, so he took out a pair of his old cloth shoes from his horse bag, handed them to Xiao Wang and said: "To win the revolution, we have to suffer a lot now. You are barefoot." , You can’t walk out of the snowy mountains and grasslands, take it quickly!”
Xiao Wang said firmly: “I am not afraid of hardship, even if I go barefoot, I will not fall behind on the Long March. Question. "What a good warrior this is!" Dong Biwu was very happy after hearing this. He handed the pair of shoes to Xiao Wang and said, "Take it and wear it."
Xiao Wang said: " I know the chief only has these shoes, so you should keep them for yourself." Dong Biwu raised his feet and said, "Isn't there another pair of straw sandals?" Xiao Wang said, "That pair of straw sandals is already very worn." Dong Biwu said. : "It doesn't matter, we have also prepared a batch of 'special cloth shoes'."
Xiao Wang was very confused, thinking that since the beginning of the Long March, he had been following the leader, not to mention that he had never seen such shoes. Never even heard of it. Xiao Wang looked at Dong Biwu, blinked and asked, "What special cloth shoes? I've never heard of them." "Hahaha," Dong Biwu laughed, then pointed to the saddlebags on the horse and said, "Isn't that what they are?" Xiao Wang knew: Except for some office utensils and simple daily necessities belonging to Dong Biwu, the rest of the items in the horse sack were all rags picked up during the march. Such as rags, rags, rags, rags, rags, rags, rags, etc. Usually, due to busy work, Dong Biwu did not explain to Xiao Bu. Today, he personally took out a few pieces of brown flakes from his horse sack and bandaged his feet tightly. After bandaging, he walked up and down on the ground and said as he walked: "In the past, the ancients used iron armor to make clothes when fighting. We picked up these rags to make shoes. When one layer is worn out, we bandage another layer. Isn't it a specially made shoe?" Cloth shoes?"
From then on, Comrade Dong Biwu had another rag-picking partner, the guard Xiao Wang. These rags played a big role in the subsequent marches, especially when climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands. Comrade Dong Biwu used this kind of "special cloth shoes" made of rags, torn sacks, and torn brown sheets to climb snow-capped mountains and walk across grasslands.
Story 2
On the grass, the Red Army only had a little highland barley noodles as rations. Vice Chairman Zhou Enlai also never ate more, and often taught soldiers to cherish food.
There were less and less highland barley noodles, and the soldiers could only use a little mixed with wild vegetables to make soup every day. The young soldier Wu Kaisheng had been hungry for two days. When Vice Chairman Zhou found out, he immediately asked the guards to give him two bowls of the highland barley noodles he had saved. Vice Chairman Zhou looked at Wu Kaisheng's sallow face and said earnestly: "This is the revolution!" Wu Kaisheng said with tears: "As long as I have a breath, I will follow you out of the grassland and revolution to the end! ”
That night, there was a violent storm, and the tent made of sheets could not stop the wind and rain at all. The soldiers all paid attention to the drowned rat. Vice Chairman Zhou ordered the soldiers to take shelter from the rain in the tent where he worked. No one was willing to go because they were afraid of affecting his work. He came in person despite heavy rain. He said: "If you don't go, I will feel uneasy." Vice Chairman Zhou's words were like a fire, warming the hearts of the soldiers.
After walking like this for several days, the grass is still endless. After they finished eating the highland barley noodles, they even killed and ate the horses. The soldiers had no choice but to boil the leather belts, gnaw them, and find paper to swallow. The Red Army soldiers were in dire straits. Vice Chairman Zhou ordered that all the half bowls of highland barley noodles he treasured be given to everyone to drink in the soup. "Then what do you want to eat?" the guard asked anxiously. Vice Chairman Zhou's big eyes shone with a stern light, and the muscles on his thin face were trembling. "As long as there are comrades alive, there will be me. As long as one more soldier's life is saved, it will add some strength to the revolutionary cause. Take it out and divide it!"
This is mixed with a little bit of the heat of highland barley noodles. Water was distributed to the soldiers. The soldiers were in tears. Everyone knows that this hot water is not half a bowl of highland barley noodles. It is the hard work and life of Vice Chairman Zhou! ”
The soldiers were on the road again, marching on the vast grassland with the indestructible iron Red Army
After crossing the Chishui River, the Red Army came to Zoumaba, and happened to meet the poor farmer Fang Shaozhou. The sixty-nine-year-old mother is bedridden. Due to the poverty of her family, lack of nutrition, and old illness, she has nothing to eat. She only has vegetables and radishes at home. The old woman is dying and her life is in danger. The family is helpless and has no money to save her. There is no cure, only death.
But at this moment, a Red Army battalion commander living in Fang's house learned that Fang's mother was seriously ill. He took the initiative to go into the house to visit the patient. He saw that the old man was about to die. He couldn't help but think of the old and weak things he had hidden in his bag for a long time. The ginseng eaten by the sick mother was given to the old mother of the Fang family. After the old mother of the Fang family took the ginseng soup, her face turned rosy. She took it twice in the evening and her condition improved greatly. The whole family couldn't help but thank the Red Army. The Red Army battalion commander also smiled. Although the battalion commander later passed away, the three generations of the Fang family have always remembered the kindness of the Red Army battalion commander who "gifted ginseng to save his mother."
Ⅵ A 400-word essay on promoting red culture
During the most difficult years of the Long March, there were a few people like this. Although they were young, they sacrificed themselves, dared to take responsibility, and were perseverant. , their red genes are so hot, and have been engraved deep in their hearts by history. As we stand in the new era, we must inherit the red gene, strive to be new to the era, remember the difficult years that have passed, emulate the brave young men on the Long March, and pass on the precious red gene.
In the snowy field of the Long March, the heavy snow covered the world. A thin girl helped the wounded to move forward with difficulty. In front of her eyes was the turbulent Jinsha River. The girl struggled to move forward, her steps staggering. The trestle is swaying in the cold wind. There was a splash, the sound of an object falling into the river. The girl watched the dry food she had been allocated gradually immersed in the surging river. She paused and held back the waves in her eyes. After crossing the bridge safely, the girl pretended that nothing had happened and picked up the food. He brought a lot of wild vegetables, which made his backpack bulge. As he was growing older, the wild vegetables could not support him at all, and his physical condition became worse and worse. Later, the head nurse who accompanied the army discovered that the soldiers were selling out all their dry food. Some, saved the girl's precarious life. That girl is exactly the same age as we are now, but she has a red spirit of not being afraid of hardship, daring to take on responsibilities, and perseverance. It is engraved on her heart, and it is also engraved on our hearts. Under her rendering, the red spirit buried deep in the red gene is consciously inherited, like an eternal flower, blooming in the depths of time and space, never fading for a long time.
Uncle Lei Feng, a young boy who became an orphan at the age of seven, has dedicated so much. One evening, it started to rain heavily. Lei Feng saw a woman on the road holding a child in her arms, holding the child in her hand, and carrying a baggage. She was walking slowly and step by step in the heavy rain. Lei Feng hurriedly stepped forward. After asking around, I found out that this sister-in-law had returned from visiting relatives out of town and was going to Zhangzigou more than ten miles away. She said anxiously: "Comrade, the rain has made me confused today. I still have children here. I We can't even go home if we cry!" Lei Feng put his raincoat on his sister-in-law, picked up the older child and walked through the rainy Cao Zhangzi ditch. He would rather get soaked himself. He walked for more than two hours before he took care of the mother and son. Delivered to your home. The long river of history is endless. How many people like Lei Feng are either remembered by history or disappeared in the waves, but their selfless spirit is immortal. Everything can be summed up as the "Lei Feng Spirit". The red gene means selflessness, selfless dedication, and no regrets.
Generation after generation of young people, generation after generation of talents, keep in mind faith, loyalty, pursuit, selflessness, far-sightedness, love the party and country, have the courage to fight, selfless dedication, strive to be the new generation of the times, and strive to be the first generation of the red gene Inheriter and promoter!
The red spirit will last forever. Inherit the red gene and strive to be a newcomer of the era!
Ⅶ A 400-word essay on the heroic deeds of the revolutionary martyrs
When I was a child, I often listened to my grandparents talking about the heroic deeds of sister Liu Hulan in resisting Japan. Every time I give a lecture, I always shed tears silently. She is so strong! In the autumn of 1946, the Kuomintang army launched a massive attack on the liberated areas, and Liu Hulan volunteered to stay and continue the struggle. This 14-year-old female Communist Party member traveled back and forth in her hometown that had become an enemy area, secretly mobilizing the masses and cooperating with the armed workers team to attack the enemy. On January 12, 1947, Yan Jun suddenly attacked Yunzhou West Village, and Liu Hulan was arrested for informing a traitor.
Liu Hulan remained unmoved in the face of the enemy's coercion and inducement, and unfortunately died under the enemy's sword. At this time, she was not yet fifteen years old. In February 1947, Shanxi's "Jinsui Daily" published a special article for two consecutive days reporting on Liu Hulan's heroic deeds. Liu Hulan's name is already known to everyone in North China.
Soon, Chairman *** personally wrote an inscription for her: "The greatness of life, the glory of death!" On January 12, 1957, on the tenth anniversary of the death of martyr Liu Hulan, Chairman *** once again inscribed "The greatness of life" for Liu Hulan. ", the glory of death" in eight characters to commemorate this heroine!
She is only fourteen years old! She is a little girl like us, but she has made a huge contribution to defending the motherland. Although she sacrificed her precious life, her death was worthy, meaningful, glorious and great. It is precisely because of many people like them that our motherland is stronger and more prosperous. .
Liu Hulan’s great deeds have attracted millions of people and admired her. The eight characters inscribed by Chairman *** for her will always be remembered in our hearts. We have also worked for her. Liu Hulan wrote a children's song: Liu Hulan, fifteen years old, joined the revolutionary guerrillas. Although he sacrificed his life without fear of powerful enemies, he created a new path for the motherland. Chairman Mao wrote an inscription for her: Great life! Death is glorious! Sister Liu Hulan, have you heard our voices in this beautiful paradise? You are the strongest and the greatest Communist Party member. We should all learn from you this spirit of loving the motherland! We should all serve the country and become the pillars of the motherland!
As a member of xx Primary School and a sixth-grade Young Pioneer, I want to say to everyone: "Students, we must study hard and make progress every day, although we cannot become like Sister Liu Hulan. A hero, but as long as we contribute to the motherland, show love to the community, and do our best to protect the motherland, we are talents, pillars, and people who are useful to the motherland and society!
< p> Ⅷ A 400-word composition that collects red elements in the Spring FestivalThe story of red envelopes
Every Chinese New Year, children receive red envelopes of all sizes, and I am no exception. The red envelopes received include those with one thousand yuan, one hundred yuan, fifty yuan, twenty yuan, even one yuan, and some with no one yuan. Everyone will like it, and maybe you will like one yuan. It's too little, but I don't think so, because it has a deep meaning to me. As for the one that doesn't have a dollar, it's more interesting. Let me tell you slowly.
On New Year's Day one year, I went back to my hometown to see the old lady. She was over 90 years old, but she was still in good health, but she couldn't see. When we entered the house at noon, the old lady was already there. After sitting on the chairs, everyone was waiting for dinner. After the meal, the old lady asked grandma to hand out red envelopes to her. Grandma came over and said, "Don't be too little, it's only one yuan!" "This dollar is wrapped in a piece of red paper, with the edges folded neatly, like a standard rectangle. If you knew that the old lady had bad eyesight, you would never believe that the old lady wrapped it by herself. I took it When I received the red envelope, I saw a happy smile on the old lady's face, and her eyes seemed to be much brighter. When I got home, I put the red envelope into the "lucky pig" and kept it in my heart...
Years later, our family had dinner with Teacher Zhao, and Teacher Zhao said to me: "Shi Ziyan, you have to say something!" "I thought to myself, just drink, why should I say anything? So, I said: "Congratulations on getting rich, good luck is coming. "Teacher Zhao looked at me in surprise: "Shi Ziyan, you are about to catch up with Zhao Benshan - the key point is here! Red envelope, right? Well, I really have a red envelope. "I was so happy after hearing this. I was thinking, should it be a hundred yuan or fifty yuan? Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Teacher Zhao take out a book from his bag and said to me: "This is the red envelope I give you. "Yeah! It's a collection of essays by a painter. I looked at the price: twenty-eight yuan, which is not even up to my standard! Teacher Zhao said: "It's already exceeded. You just don't know it. You see, if you learn calligraphy and painting, a work can be sold for a lot of money; if you learn to write and become a writer, how much will it be worth? Is my red envelope the biggest red envelope? ""snort! Wherever there is the biggest red envelope, he is clearly the biggest scoundrel! "Although I said that, I still like this book quite a lot. Dad also helped Teacher Zhao: "Little fool, after you read this book, you will have knowledge. Knowledge is the greatest wealth. ”
Although the story of the red envelopes only remains on the surface, the imprint of time remains in my heart. I fed all the red envelopes I collected to the “lucky pigs”. My mother said these red envelopes can be used as My study fund.
As the years go by, I grow up day by day. When one day, I want to give red envelopes to others, how much will I give? Should we give one thousand, one hundred,...one yuan, or do we like Teacher Zhao and send the "biggest red envelope"? I don’t know, now I am just bathing in these rays of sunshine of love, and it has turned into the motivation for my study...
Ⅸ Red Classic Story 400 words
Yang Jingyu February 1905 Born on the 26th (the tenth day of the first lunar month in the 31st year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty) in a peasant family in Liwan Village, Gucheng Township, Queshan County, Henan Province. He studied in the village private school when he was a child. In 1918, he was admitted to Queshan County with excellent results. In the No. 1 Higher Elementary School, there was an incident that the teacher still remembered: One day, Yang Jingyu was studying at school (the status of his studies has not been verified), and suddenly he heard someone shouting outside. It turned out to be Lao Zhang being beaten by several soldiers. So they came out to watch. Suddenly, a tall boy shouted: "You are such a bully!" Then all the students followed suit. A soldier said angrily: "How? He has offended us and deserves to be punished!" So, the tall boy waved his hand and said: "Go up." Dozens of students beat and chased him away. They drove out of the school and saved Lao Zhang's life. That tall boy is Yang Jingyu.
The soldiers were unwilling to give in and felt it was too embarrassing. So the next day, they called more soldiers and came to the school aggressively. As soon as I entered the school, I shouted to find the tall boy from yesterday. The principal became anxious and apologized profusely. The soldiers didn't listen. At this time, Yang Jingyu climbed up to the house, took a match, and said to the soldier: "Do you know what this is? It's a match! If you don't leave, I will burn the house down." The principal also said quickly: "Hey , we can't control him. You'd better leave, this kid, if you don't leave, he will burn the house, and you won't let him go." So, soldiers. The gangsters had no choice but to leave in despair.