An ideal composition of 500 words about sweeping graves, remembering ancestors' grief and expressing ideals.

Time flies, and it's time to go to Tomb-Sweeping Day. In this rainy season, we set foot on the stone steps leading to the Xishan Martyrs Cemetery, and our mood suddenly became heavy, which is the sum of piety and admiration, grief and distant thoughts.

Mo Song stood in silence, surrounded by wreaths, with the Ruian Revolutionary Martyrs Monument in the middle and the heroic mausoleum behind. The memory of the bow is extremely vivid. At this time, we should think that "the victory of the revolution is hard-won, and it was bought by countless revolutionary martyrs with their blood and lives." In the exhibition hall of martyrs' relics. Blood-stained spears, broadswords, daggers and earth guns were all sharp weapons of revolutionary martyrs at that time. Those ragged coarse clothes and sandals were worn by heroes, and those yellow handwritten books and bloody letters were inspiring and inspiring. It truly reproduces the indomitable and tenacious struggle of revolutionary martyrs against the Kuomintang reactionaries for national independence, national liberation, the prosperity of the motherland and the happiness of the people in their arduous and outstanding lives and bloody years.

Cai Xiong's martyr buried his ambition to save the country and care for the people from an early age. When he was studying at school, he took an active part in the revolution and founded patriotic new literature groups such as Hongwenhui and Xuebo Fair. Organize and mobilize students to go on strike and hold a massive demonstration to support and protest the "May 3rd" massacre in Shanghai 1925. Martyr 1926 Joined China * * * Production Party. In the unremitting struggle, the martyrs became the enemy's "eyesore". "White terror" is hanging over the land of China. 1927, 18 In May, under the siege of the enemy and the close surveillance of the secret service, the martyr Cai Xiong was unfortunately arrested. In the face of the enemy, the martyrs regarded death as death. No matter how flogging, beating the dog with a stick and beating the tiger stool, it is impossible to tell the secret about the party from his mouth. The inhuman reactionaries broke the martyrs' arms and thighs, tortured them to blood, and fainted many times. Angry Kuomintang reactionaries secretly killed our martyrs in the middle of the night in a drizzle, when they were only twenty years old. In prison, the martyrs left their last words: "The rain is bitter and the wind is bloody, and the steel bars are as cold as ice; Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving Dan's heart shining. "

Such a beautiful poem, such a resolute and tenacious man, gave his young and precious life for the revolutionary cause, and his spirit will inspire us forever. Tears suddenly blurred my vision, so I silently bid farewell to the portrait of the martyr with great nostalgia and high respect. At this time, the drizzle is just right.

Standing in front of the tablet again, I can't help thinking deeply. There are more than a few thousand martyrs like Cai Xiong. With their precious lives and blood, they spared no effort to strive for national independence and national liberation, and wrote one touching historical movement after another. Their excellent qualities and noble sentiments are always worth learning; Their indomitable struggle stories and their revolutionary dedication will always inspire and spur future generations-strive hard for the country's economic construction and scientific development, forge ahead, and spare no effort to create its glory for the country's growing strength.

The rain is hazy, the peach blossoms in the garden are brilliant, and the cuckoo is like blood. Outside the park, there was a plaque couplet between Songtao. "Songshan Sun and Moon look forward to the martyrs for thousands of years, and the clouds and waters will last forever to inspire future generations." At this point, my mood is much more cheerful and my chest seems to have ups and downs.

Time flies, and it's time to go to Tomb-Sweeping Day. In this rainy season, we set foot on the stone steps leading to the Xishan Martyrs Cemetery, and our mood suddenly became heavy, which is the sum of piety and admiration, grief and distant thoughts.

Mo Song stood in silence, surrounded by wreaths, with the Ruian Revolutionary Martyrs Monument in the middle and the heroic mausoleum behind. The memory of the bow is extremely vivid. At this time, we should think that "the victory of the revolution is hard-won, and it was bought by countless revolutionary martyrs with their blood and lives." In the exhibition hall of martyrs' relics. Blood-stained spears, broadswords, daggers and earth guns were all sharp weapons of revolutionary martyrs at that time. Those ragged coarse clothes and sandals were worn by heroes, and those yellow handwritten books and bloody letters were inspiring and inspiring. It truly reproduces the indomitable and tenacious struggle of revolutionary martyrs against the Kuomintang reactionaries for national independence, national liberation, the prosperity of the motherland and the happiness of the people in their arduous and outstanding lives and bloody years.

Cai Xiong's martyr buried his ambition to save the country and care for the people from an early age. When he was studying at school, he took an active part in the revolution and founded patriotic new literature groups such as Hongwenhui and Xuebo Fair. Organize and mobilize students to go on strike and hold a massive demonstration to support and protest the "May 3rd" massacre in Shanghai 1925. Martyr 1926 Joined China * * * Production Party. In the unremitting struggle, the martyrs became the enemy's "eyesore". "White terror" is hanging over the land of China. 1927, 18 In May, under the siege of the enemy and the close surveillance of the secret service, the martyr Cai Xiong was unfortunately arrested. In the face of the enemy, the martyrs regarded death as death. No matter how flogging, beating the dog with a stick and beating the tiger stool, it is impossible to tell the secret about the party from his mouth. The inhuman reactionaries broke the martyrs' arms and thighs, tortured them to blood, and fainted many times. Angry Kuomintang reactionaries secretly killed our martyrs in the middle of the night in a drizzle, when they were only twenty years old. In prison, the martyrs left their last words: "The rain is bitter and the wind is bloody, and the steel bars are as cold as ice; Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving Dan's heart shining. "

Such a beautiful poem, such a resolute and tenacious man, gave his young and precious life for the revolutionary cause, and his spirit will inspire us forever. Tears suddenly blurred my vision, so I silently bid farewell to the portrait of the martyr with great nostalgia and high respect. At this time, the drizzle is just right.

Standing in front of the tablet again, I can't help thinking deeply. There are more than a few thousand martyrs like Cai Xiong. With their precious lives and blood, they spared no effort to strive for national independence and national liberation, and wrote one touching historical movement after another. Their excellent qualities and noble sentiments are always worth learning; Their indomitable struggle stories and their revolutionary dedication will always inspire and spur future generations-strive hard for the country's economic construction and scientific development, forge ahead, and spare no effort to create its glory for the country's growing strength.

The rain is hazy, the peach blossoms in the garden are brilliant, and the cuckoo is like blood. Outside the park, there was a plaque couplet between Songtao. "Songshan Sun and Moon look forward to the martyrs for thousands of years, and the clouds and waters will last forever to inspire future generations." At this point, my mood is much more cheerful and my chest seems to have ups and downs.