It's another spring day and a flying Tomb-Sweeping Day. On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, our school held a grave-sweeping activity in the Martyrs Cemetery, from grade four to grade six. The whole class was very excited to hear the news, and the whole class exploded, jumping three feet high.
At 8 o'clock in the morning, we lined up in a long line and set off for the Martyrs Cemetery. Along the way, we talked and laughed, sang and danced, just like groups of happy birds. After more than an hour, we came to the gate of the martyrs cemetery. There are seven characters "Monument to the People's Heroes" on the stone tablet of the Martyrs Cemetery. The Monument to the People's Heroes shines in the sun, which is awe-inspiring.
Entering the Martyrs Cemetery, I saw a platform in the Martyrs Cemetery with the portrait of the hero Gu Jinhai hanging on it. We stood in a row, and a female leader told us in detail the heroic deeds of Uncle Gu Jinhai. Listening, I seem to have a bunker in front of me; What a touching and eye-catching scene, his spirit is earth-shattering, and the revolutionary martyrs are immortal!
The students in No.3 Middle School recited their own poems for the revolutionary martyrs and presented their own small white flowers for the heroes. The student representatives presented wreaths to the heroes.
The majestic national anthem sounded in the Martyrs Cemetery, and we observed a three-minute silence for the hero. After the silence, the brigade counselors educated us to be just and brave people and learn from the fine traditions of our ancestors. She also took us to swear: "study for the rise of China and be ready at all times." After the ceremony, we visited the tomb of the martyrs. Most tombstones have no names. Heroes! You gave your love and life for us, and you didn't even leave your name.
Finally, we left the martyrs cemetery with the memory of the martyrs.
Xiaoliangshan Dameili composition 600 words
Beautiful hometown
My hometown is a beautiful place, although it is not as charming as Shennongjia, as beautiful as Lushan and as magical as Huangshan. But it is beautiful, as beautiful as a newly blooming epiphyllum.
My hometown is surrounded by mountains and the scenery is very beautiful. The mountain forest in the morning is very quiet, and the mist in the forest makes the mountain forest seem mysterious. "tweet, tweet"? What's that noise? Oh! It turned out that the early bird was combing its feathers on the branch. I continued to walk along this path, and gradually, the fog became thinner and thinner, and those towering trees came into view one by one.
Walking, suddenly, a fragrance came to my nose, and I followed it. When I parted a bush, I saw a sea of flowers: clusters of pink winter jasmine, patches of red roses, and blue Phalaenopsis gradually spread out. I found that there are many bushes on the seaside of Huahua, and there are many purple morning glories on them. It is very beautiful to wrap this "ocean" inside.
Out of this "ocean", I continued to walk up the mountain road, and I was shocked with a bang. When I came to my senses, I saw a big pine cone falling from the sky. I looked up at the branches overhead and saw some naughty squirrels playing and chasing on the branches. I look back and move on. Walking, I heard the sound of running water, and I quickened my pace. Walking through a gravel road, I saw many holes in a rock. Clear spring water gushed out of the holes and finally gathered into a natural "water basin". At this time, I feel a little thirsty. I drank some water with my hand. The spring water is cool and sweet.
I walked down the mountain road. I don't know how long it will take, but when I come to my home. Seeing the distance, grandma looked around anxiously at the intersection. I ran to my grandmother and threw myself into her arms. Grandma hugged me and said kindly, "you little preserved egg, look at your face." Did you go to the mountains to play again? " I nodded naughtily and said, "Yes." Grandma said, "you are not like a girl in the city, but more naughty than the boys here." Let your mother know that you are going to be scolded again. " Grandma said, carry me home.
This is my beautiful hometown, a quaint village, pregnant with beautiful nature, its beautiful peaks and dense forests, which make people linger.
Northern Liangshan composition 100 words.
One Sunday, I came to Liang Qing, a famous scenic spot in Nanjing. As soon as I entered the door, the leaf sweeping tower came into view. We walked up the steps of the sweeping leaf building and entered the sweeping leaf building. A pair of couplets caught my eye: "Leave the building high and sweep the fallen leaves, and the place number is Panlong Garden", which is really inspiring to read!
We entered the lobby on the second floor, which was covered with Gong Xian's calligraphy and painting. I watched it carefully for a while, and the long landscape paintings made me feel the beauty of ancient Jinling: green mountains and green waters, and I seemed to hear birds singing, the gurgling sound of running water and the rowing sound of boatmen, which made me relaxed and happy.
The most striking is Gong Xian's self-portrait. In the painting, the painter painted himself as an old man sweeping leaves, and his silver beard fluttered with the wind. How noble and natural! Therefore, Sweeping Leaf Building is named.
Walking out of the hall, I looked down at the whole sweeping leaf building and noticed that the height of each building was different. Every time I pass a hall, I climb several steps. It turns out that these houses are built on the mountain, which is very layered.
We climbed to the top of the mountain along the path next to the Sweeping Leaf Building, overlooking the tall buildings in the distance. Halfway up the hill, an antique house appeared in front of me, which is the famous "Chongzheng Academy". China Stone Exhibition is being held here, so we went in. There are all kinds of strange stones here. My sister is the "king of eating" in our family and she is not ashamed. When she saw a stalactite, she thought of ice cream. Not only that, another kind of stone like crystal is called shaved ice by her. I think ivory stalactites are the most interesting. It looks like a towering cedar, and it seems to be full of snow, which makes people feel very interesting.
Look at the time. It's time to go home. I slowly walked out of the gate of Liang Qingshan, and I was reluctant to leave.
Xiaoliangshan Dameili Composition 1000 words
Her beauty is colorful and magical. It can be said that the characteristics of beautiful China can be felt in this land. I have climbed the top of Wanliangzi Mountain, the rolling mountains and the cliffs cut by knives and axes, and stood up as rough and magnificent as a sculpture. In the canyons and gullies formed in the mountains, cotton-wool-like white clouds surge, hiding mysterious mysteries that people can't guess. I once strolled in the picturesque Lugu Lake. Facing a lake of jasper, people seemed to be intoxicated in a fairyland. The Mosuo people here inherited the peculiar marriage customs of our ancestors. The sweet and clear singing of Mosuo's daughter made me taste the true meaning of potato flower as the most beautiful flower in Xiaoliangshan.
Rain clouds turned into floating fog, wrapped around the mountain ridge and flew into the canyon. I once again walked into Xiaoliangshan and ninglang county with poets and model workers. We just arrived at the foot of the mountain, only to see white clouds and purple fog hanging over the hillside, revealing a bright white color from the clouds. Like heavy snow shining in the sun, like silver flakes shining on the hillside. Snow in June is rare in Xiaoliangshan. When the locals saw me puzzled, they said that this was a well-off green industry in their county. The virus-free potato research center built by the county finance bureau has cultivated new varieties with high virus resistance and high yield, which have been spread all over Xiaoliangshan by Yi and Mosuo people. The snow-white hillside we see is a blooming potato flower. When we climbed the hillside and looked down, white potato flowers covered seven beams and eight slopes, and a mountain wind blew, and the snow-white flower waves rolled up on the big slope of the ridge. The momentum is very spectacular. We are surrounded by potato flowers and swim in the flower waves.