In the war, the scene was ablaze, and people went through fire and water and rushed at it desperately. Many people died heroically, which makes people sad. I can't help thinking of previous wars.
At that time, the bright moon was still the bright moon that the border guards looked up to during the Qin and Han Dynasties, and it was still so bright and beautiful. The border crossing over there is still guarded by border guards during the Qin and Han Dynasties, and it hasn't changed at all.
Since the Qin and Han dynasties, there has been a war, and the war has been going on. After a long journey, the soldiers stationed at the border failed to return to their hometown ... Alas ... I was thinking that if a flying general like Li Guang of the Han Dynasty was here to guard the border, it would be well guarded. I think, if there is, they can resist the cavalry of the conference semifinals. Looking at the boundless sky, the night is already deep ... why! Why is there a war? People can only live once, but they easily ruin their lives because of their own ambitions! Don't, let people even a little ordinary life? I couldn't help writing a poem, "When the moon was bright in the Qin Dynasty and when the Han Dynasty was closed, people didn't return on the Long March.
If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan. "And named this poem" Aftab ".
2. The ancient poem "Out of the Fortress" was changed into a 300-word composition. I sat at the window, and the border was still at war. At the command of the commander, a group of soldiers roared at the enemy. In the war, the scene was ablaze, and people went through fire and water and rushed at it desperately. Many people died heroically, which makes people sad. I can't help thinking of previous wars.
At that time, the bright moon was still the bright moon that the border guards looked up to during the Qin and Han Dynasties, and it was still so bright and beautiful. The border crossing over there is still guarded by border guards during the Qin and Han Dynasties, and it hasn't changed at all.
Since the Qin and Han dynasties, there has been a war, and the war has been going on. After a long journey, the soldiers stationed at the border failed to return to their hometown. ...
Alas ..... I'm thinking, if there are flying generals like Li Guang in the Han Dynasty guarding the border here, I think if there are, they can resist the cavalry of the conference semifinals and won't let them cross the Yinshan and invade south again.
Looking at the boundless sky, the night is already deep ... why! Why is there a war? People can only live once, but they easily ruin their lives because of their own ambitions! Don't, let people even a little ordinary life? I couldn't help writing a poem, "When the moon was bright in the Qin Dynasty and when the Han Dynasty was closed, people didn't return on the Long March. But make Longcheng fly, and don't teach Huma to cross Yinshan. " And named this poem "Out of the Plug".
The story about this ancient poem has 400 words.
Cycling wants to ask the side, which is a national delay. Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. Xiao Guan was escorted by Ran Yan when riding a horse.
I finally left, leaving Luoyang. The emperor sent me to the border. People of insight know that I moved to the left again. When I left without my luggage, I went into battle lightly. The world is everyone's world, and the end of the world is one person's end of the world. I want to go to the end of the world, the end of my world.
It passed Juyan so quickly.
A gust of wind swept away and the flying grass flew out of the traffic jam with the wind. Perhaps, I am like a grass in the world, a grass without roots. The emperor's life is like the wind. What reason do you need to send me to this frontier? A line of geese paddled slowly to the northwest in the air. Are they going home or lost?
In a blink of an eye, there is no prosperity in front of me, only golden sand is left. Walking in a hurry in the desolate desert. A wisp of smoke rose slowly from the horizon. Where's the family? Or a pile of hay burnt by the sun. The smoke is straight, but it won't last long after all. I don't smoke straight. Don't be a wisp of smoke, bending and disappearing with the breeze. I have my opinions, my positions and my thoughts. I am destined to fight and struggle for this. I am destined to be like a giant tree, an indomitable tree!
The carriage is still running. I don't know when, a long winding river jumped onto the stage of dead desert. The water is rushing and whizzing by, but it still clearly reflects the things between heaven and earth, the most real impression. I understand that history must be a long river like a mirror, which will reveal the truth of everyone and everything and give everyone a fair judgment. One day, people will believe me, I am not wrong!
At sunset. How round! I was shocked myself. Isn't the sun always round? Never change. I believe that the true truth will not change because of external things, just like the sun.
The weather in the desert is hot and cold. Another gust of wind swept over the yellow sand and rattled the windows. I cannot help admiring the soldiers there. They risked their lives in such a bad environment. I also envy them, because after all, they can risk their lives for the country and the people …
I can't help but think of that sentence, the world belongs to everyone, and the end of the world is the end of the world for a person. Now, is it the other way around? The world is a man's world, and the end of the world is the end of the world, isn't it?
A plug floats on the horizon in the distance. It looks particularly brilliant in the afterglow. Xiaoguan. I saw cavalry patrolling in the distance. Slightly tired between the eyebrows, but still mighty and conscientious. "Where is your chief?" "At the front."
In front of ...
The composition "Out of the Fortress" is adapted from a short story for you. Please refer to: In the sixth year of Yuanguang (BC 129), the Xiongnu once again went south, and the striker pointed directly at Shanggu (now Huailai County, Hebei Province).
The Han army attacked on all sides. Cycling general Wei Qing went straight out of the valley, and cycling general Gongsun Ao sent troops from Daixian (governing Daixian, now Datong, Shanxi, Yuxian, Hebei). General Gong Sunhe, who rode a good car, sent troops from the cloud (now Tuoketuo, Inner Mongolia), General Li led the army out of Yanmenguan, and the four generals each led 10,000 cavalry.
On his first expedition, Wei Qing went straight to Longcheng (the place where Xiongnu sacrificed to sweep the ancestors of heaven and earth) and beheaded 700 people. Being outnumbered, Li Guang was eventually wounded and captured.
Xiongnu Khan admired Li Guang's reputation for a long time and ordered his men: "If you get Li Guang, you will be born." . Tarquin put Li Guang, who was injured and ill at that time, between two horses and let him lie in a net bag made of rope.
After walking more than ten miles, Li Guang pretended to be dead. He narrowed his eyes and saw a Xiongnu boy riding a good horse beside him. Li Guang suddenly jumped on the horse of Xiongnu boy, pushed the boy off the horse, took off his bow and arrow, and rode south with a whip. Hundreds of people in tarquin followed. Li Guangbian ran and shot at the pursuer, and finally escaped, collected the rest and returned to Beijing.
Li Guang was handed over to the judge by the Han court, and the judge sentenced Li Guang troops to heavy casualties. Be captured alive by Huns, beheaded, and then atone with money and become a civilian. But Li Guang's amazing riding and shooting skills left a deep impression on the Huns, which is why the Huns called him "the flying general of the Han Dynasty".
Later, Liang Wudi re-enabled Li Guang as the right Beiping magistrate. After the Huns heard about it, they did not enter right Beiping for several years.
5. The Seven Laws Long March was rewritten into a 300-word composition: "The Red Army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is only idle." The Long March is a declaration; The Long March is a propaganda team; The Long March is a seeder; The Long March is a great miracle in history. After reading this poem, I was deeply touched. During the Long March, the Red Army soldiers encountered all kinds of difficulties and hardships, experienced unbearable torture by ordinary people, and traveled all over the rushing Dadu River and Jinsha River. Rolling mountains; Frozen snow-capped mountains and boundless grasslands are blocked by various natural disasters. But their hearts are full of struggle and blood, and they bravely fight the enemy regardless of their own lives. They were also diligent in thinking, cleverly dealing with the enemy, and finally won the Long March. In our life, we will also encounter many difficulties. Once, I was playing the repeater. Somehow, I suddenly stopped playing it, and the original tape got stuck. Drag hard. But on second thought, it will break the tape. So I calmed down and took my time. After many twists and turns, I finally took it out. I realized a truth: I am not afraid of difficulties, I will overcome them. I also learned from the poem "I prefer the snow in Minshan, and my face will be flushed after the three armies" that the Red Army soldiers have the spirit of revolutionary optimism. They not only shed blood on the battlefield. But the Red Army soldiers still live happily every day, and I admire them very much. Now, we live a happy life, but we can't forget the past history, the brave Red Army soldiers and the founders of the new China. Without their command and efforts, there would be no day of reform and opening up. So cherish this hard-won good time, study hard and don't waste time. Idle away your years and try your best to meet the "blooming face" of life. On the Long March, I wrote a tragic symphony, a tragic poem and painted a tragic picture. I want to remember the Long March and carry forward its spirit.