The five-star red flag fluttered in the wind, reflecting a gorgeous bright red in the bright sunshine. Look, that's the color of our motherland.
Look at the telescope. Who did you push?
In my spare time, I read history books, and scenes of the past pushed away just visiting's black box, allowing me to walk into the past world with my feet and set off a historical visit.
Opening the first door, an old man was squatting in the ground, staring at the plants in his hand with rapt attention. I looked intently, it was Grandpa Yuan Longping. He holds the happy life of people in China who don't know what it's like to starve.
The second door opened automatically, and a beam of red light came at me. I couldn't help but close my eyes. After a long time, I slowly opened my eyes, and everything came into view-the crow of war horses, the screams of soldiers, the dust and fog flying. Those are great anti-Japanese heroes. Armed with double guns, broadswords on their backs, they blew horns and bravely attacked the invaders. Blood stained clothes, sweat and tears blurred eyes, and finally fell in a pool of bright blood, which is the color of the five-star red flag and the color of our motherland. What they hold in their hands and carry on their backs is the hope of independence, liberation, democracy and peace for our 5,000 Chinese sons and daughters.
Door after door opened. There was a prosperous Tang Dynasty, a powerful Qin Shihuang, Qu Yuan's investment in the Miluo River, and finally Gou Jian's death. ...
The time tunnel rotates at full speed, and the black box of memory suddenly closes, pushing me to reality. A red leaf fell on my toes and bent down to pick it up. A special light flashed through my eyes. I remember this is the color of the motherland.
Looking sideways at the convex mirror, who's to blame?
On a rainy and lingering noon, I came across this line on a piece of Zhang Yiyuan paper money: "People in the * * * production organs took live party member to gain the right of profiteering and founded a new political party." I can't help shivering when I see this. An ignorant person, a shameless person. Nowadays, why can't China produce people with world influence, but let these shameless people multiply indefinitely like viruses parasitic in living cells? The fundamental reason is that there is no sense of patriotism and no correct mental outlook and values. I took out a red pen and daubed this line of words hard, so that it carried the color of the motherland and passed it to every corner. How can the color of the motherland be dimmed by others!
Face up to the telescope, who is proliferating?
Up and down for five thousand years, China has been carrying his own colorful spikes and struggling to move forward. That is the red that is still smiling like a flower by the Yuji River. It is the red color that Qu Yuan committed suicide by throwing himself into the river but remained faithful. It is the red color of countless heroic soldiers who fought bloody battles but still have no regrets. All red is the color of the motherland.
It was early summer, and the rain was perfunctory, waking Qiu in the gap at the foot of the mountain. It smiles brightly because it has the color of the motherland.
The students at the foot of Mowei Mountain are holding hands. Once they climb to the top of the mountain and peek, they will see that other mountains are short in the sky. ..
Looking forward to China, my heart is flying!