He, at the age of thirteen, studied with the peace of mind of a teacher. In order to destroy the invaders who trampled on the motherland, he dyed the blue sky red with his young life. He tricked the enemy into being ambushed by the Eighth Route Army, but was killed by the ferocious enemy. But when he left, he had a triumphant smile on his face. Because he traded his life for the safety of his fellow villagers.
She exposed the bondage and persecution of women by feudal ethics in the old society. Under the training and education of China * * * Production Party, after a long-term revolutionary struggle, she grew into an excellent * * * production fighter and gave her life for the liberation of the Chinese nation. She is soft and strong, slim and tall. When the enemy brutally plunged bamboo sticks into her nails, her brow furrowed and sweat came out from her forehead, but she endured the pain, gritted her teeth, glared at the enemy and said nothing.
Fang Nian 19-year-old He, with his own blood and life, opened the way for the liberation of new China. When the bunker in Longhua City exploded again and again, he desperately picked up the explosive charge and rushed to the bunker where it was difficult to place explosives. He hurt his left leg while running. But the more blood he bled, the more he ran forward. Finally, he shouted: "For the new China, go!" "When the sky was falling, he and the bunker were blown to pieces at the same time. He bought the army and the progress of new China at the cost of his life.
In my heart, revolutionary martyrs are always stars shining with red light. Without them, where would we have a happy and beautiful life today? Without them, where would we have today's peace and freedom? The loyalty of martyrs will last forever, and the heroism of heroes will last forever. Revolutionary martyrs, your magnificent poems written in blood are earth-shattering, and your great achievements compete with those of the Ming Dynasty. How can we forget you?
Chapter II: The first volume of grade five Unit 8 Composition 650 words: Remembering the revolutionary martyrs, Tomb-Sweeping Day visiting the grave.
April 4th every year is a day for our people to remember our ancestors and martyrs, Tomb-Sweeping Day. In order to commemorate this far-reaching day, remember the revolutionary martyrs, carry forward the spirit of patriotism, strengthen patriotic education, guide students to establish a correct world outlook, outlook on life and values, and promote the construction of spiritual civilization in our school. Wearing a bright red scarf on our chest, we came to the Martyrs Cemetery with a sad and heavy heart to remember the soldiers who died heroically for the liberation of the motherland and the peace of the people and pay tribute to their great achievements. The martyrs cemetery is so solemn, and the pines and cypresses on both sides of the entrance are so tall and green.
We lined up at the entrance of the Martyrs Cemetery, and we started the theme team meeting: first, the principal spoke, then the representatives of the cadres of the brigade spoke, then the counselor took us to take the oath, and finally we observed a moment of silence for the revolutionary martyrs. In those three minutes, I thought a lot: our happy and beautiful life today was created for us by revolutionary martyrs and also bought with red blood. So, I had an idea in my heart: to inherit the legacy of the martyrs, study hard and strive to become the pillar of building the country.
At the theme team meeting of the squadron, the students recited the poems written by the martyrs before their death, and Tao and I recited a modern poem, praising the greatness of the revolutionary martyrs. Before arriving at the tomb of the martyrs, I saluted the team and presented white flowers to the martyrs with both hands. At this moment, I silently said in my heart, "Rest in peace, martyrs. The motherland and people will always miss you. " We walked into the memorial hall and saw what the martyrs used before their death, including models, handwriting, pictures and so on.
We should cherish this golden childhood, this hard-won good life. We should study hard and make progress every day. Let the martyrs under the grave rest in peace. If they see it, they will happily say, "My efforts have not been in vain!
Chapter 3: Unit 8, Book 1, Grade 5 Composition 1300 Words: Revolutionary martyrs will live in our hearts forever.
We live in a very happy era, without war and killing. But do you know that our happy life now is bought by the great revolutionary martyrs with their own blood and even their own lives? They sacrificed themselves to protect our dear motherland! They have contributed their lives to the establishment and construction of the new China, but they have no regrets:
At the beginning of May, 1948, Dong Cunrui's army took part in the Battle of Rezecha. Longhua county is the treasury of Chengde, the capital of Jehol. The enemy built a large number of bunkers here in advance, and some specially built bunkers were also called "model fortifications". On May 25th, 1948, the battle against Longhua County started. Dong Cunrui's 6th Company is responsible for clearing the enemy's core position-Longhua Middle School. Before I left, as the leader of the blasting group, I won the "Blasting Force" in the competition, so that everyone could step on us and win Longhua! "He led his comrades to continuously blow up the enemy's three turrets and five bunkers. After opening the peripheral fortifications in the northeast corner of Longhua Middle School, the machine guns of the bridge bunker hidden by the enemy on the main river outside the wall suddenly opened fire, causing serious casualties to the troops, and the assault was blocked, while the comrades sent to blast fell one by one. In the face of heavy artillery fire from the enemy bunker, Dong Cunrui well-documented again and rushed to the bottom of the bridge under the cover of his comrades. At this time, his left leg was interrupted by enemy machine guns, and the bottom of the bunker was a little high from the dry river bed. The berms on both sides of the river were steep and slippery, and the explosives he buried slipped twice because there was no wooden support. At this point, the charge signal has sounded. If you delay for another minute, more comrades will die. Dong Cunrui resolutely supported himself with his body, holding up the explosive charge with his left hand and lighting the fuse with his right hand. With a loud noise, the enemy's bridge bunker was blown up and the red flag was inserted into Longhua Middle School. Dong Cunrui paved the way for the victory of the army with his young life. He was only 19 years old when he died.
Qiu and his comrades were ordered to lurk near the enemy's position and launch a battle the next night in order to suddenly destroy the enemy. Their hiding place is on the hillside of 39 1 highland occupied by the enemy, and there is no terrain or trees to cover their bodies. A pheasant flew from here yesterday, which provoked the enemy to shoot for a long time! Now it is extremely difficult for them to stay in such a place for more than 20 hours without being discovered by the enemy. Before the soldiers set off, the head of the army specifically told them: "You should rely on clever camouflage to calm down, and more importantly, abide by this latent discipline. Even if someone is hit by an enemy bullet, the target cannot be exposed. " The soldiers replied with one voice: "Please rest assured, for the sake of the motherland, for the sake of victory, and for the sake of the Chinese and Korean people, we must hide and complete the combat mission anyway." After dark, the soldiers sneaked into a hidden place. They hid in small groups in thatched piles. We plant weeds from head to toe and pretend to be like grass on the hillside. When the cool wind blows, the grass on the human body swings with the grass on the ground, leaving no trace. They can also clearly see the barrel of the enemy machine gun protruding from the gun hole of the bunker and the face looking out from the observation hole. Sometimes, you can hear the enemy's voice clearly. Time is running out. At eleven o'clock the next day, an incendiary bomb fired blindly by the enemy suddenly landed beside Qiu, burning up all the weeds on him. At this time, it is entirely possible for him to stand up and put out the fire. However, Qiu deeply understands that if this is done, it will be discovered by the enemy on the top of the mountain, and dozens of comrades lurking here will be in danger of being wiped out, and the original battle plan will not be completed. When the commander of our army saw the hidden fireworks, he immediately ordered the artillery to bombard the enemy and disturb his attention. At that time, Qiu hasn't got up and put out the flame on himself. The flame has spread to his head. In this death battle, Qiu clutched a submachine gun full of bullets and looked at the enemy not far ahead. He tried to rush to fight the enemy, but he didn't. The fire continued to burn and burned Qiu's skin. Qiu endured unimaginable physical pain, gritted his teeth and sank his hands deeply into the soil. Then he suddenly raised his head and said to his nearest comrade-in-arms Li Shihu in a weak voice, "The victory is ours, but I can't finish the blasting task. Let you finish this task! " After that, he painfully pressed the body burned by the fire more tightly to the ground, and did not move until the time of sacrifice. The fire burned for more than twenty minutes until Qiu died.
195210 June 14, the battle of shangganling started. With the help of a large number of planes, tanks and artillery, the US military concentrated its superior forces and launched the largest attack on our military positions since it entered the DPRK. /Kloc-On the night of 0/9, the superior ordered Huang Jiguang's company to fight back against the 597.9 highland on the right wing of Shangganling and pull out this "nail" before dawn on the 20th. Although the enemy's strength is more than two or three times that of our army, the resourceful and brave officers and men of our army quickly captured Highland 3, Highland 4 and Highland 5. When we reached the No.2 highland, the company's attack met with a "nail": the fierce firepower sprayed by the enemy at the solid firepower point halfway up the mountain suppressed our vanguard. Two demolition teams went up, but it didn't work. The battalion commander was so anxious that his eyes widened. Just then, Huang Jiguang came back with a letter. Seeing this scene, he always wanted to go to the battlefield and hurriedly handed the invitation to the chief of staff, repeatedly requesting that the blasting task be given to him. The chief of staff looked at his gauntlet written in blood and agreed to his request. At the same time, he sent the company correspondent Xiao and Wu Shan to herd sheep. Huang Jiguang after they set off, in order to complete the cover task, Zhong sent all the two machine guns in the platoon to the forefront, and carried quite heavy machine guns himself.
Huang Jiguang, they were found by the enemy less than 50 meters away from the enemy bunker. Flares and searchlights turned the whole hillside into daytime, and countless machine guns sprayed flames and swept to their hidden places, watching three people fall one by one. But a few seconds later, Huang Jiguang crawled forward again, but the movement was much slower than before. Later, I learned that Wu Goat had been sacrificed at this moment, and he was seriously injured and could not move. Huang Jiguang's left arm also hung up. Less than 10 meters away from the enemy bunker, Huang Jiguang propped himself up with his right arm and threw a Grenade. There was a loud noise and the enemy's machine gun went dumb. He fell down again. At this time, the troops were about to charge, and they didn't want the enemy's machine gun to ring again. Zhong was afraid that the enemy would find Huang Jiguang lying on the ground, so he shot at the enemy's bunker. Gunfire and pain woke Huang Jiguang. He didn't see the troops rushing up. He struggled to climb the enemy's bunker. The enemy's fire was completely attracted, and Huang Jiguang bravely climbed to the bottom of the bunker. There is a dead angle for shooting. He squatted down, looked back at the clock and them, then waved and shouted a word. Due to the fierce roar of machine guns, his voice was completely drowned out by gunfire, and no one could hear what he was shouting. At this time, the most tragic scene in the history of war appeared: I saw Huang Jiguang suddenly stand up, jump to the bunker, and blocked the burning muzzle with his chest ... The enemy's machine gun was dumb. Comrades rushed up with the earth-shattering slogan of "Revenge for Huang Jiguang" and wiped out the enemy in one fell swoop!
Revolutionary martyr, I salute you! Although you have left us, your patriotic feelings will live in our hearts forever!