1 died of national disaster and sudden death. It is precisely because of the love of the motherland, hard-working and intelligent Chinese sons and daughters have opened up a vast territory and created a splendid culture. We shoulder the heavy responsibility of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation, we should love the great rivers and mountains of the motherland and actively safeguard its sovereign independence and territorial integrity. The territory of the motherland cannot be lost, nor can it be divided and occupied. We should love the history and culture of the motherland, improve national self-esteem and self-confidence, and strive to create a more splendid national culture.
I have a heart, and I have a China heart. This heart bears the 5,000-year history of the Chinese nation and the painstaking efforts of the people of China. I, a China native, am a descendant of the dragon. Everything I have is given by my beautiful motherland. Holding a handful of dirt, I said, this is my motherland; Pick up a spray, I said, this is my motherland; Open the yellow Siku Quanshu, I said, this is my motherland; Play a melodious "Mountain Flowing Water", I said, this is my motherland! The ancient civilization, engraved on spears and halberds and immersed in every page of history, has long been a constant complex in my heart. Bitter, for you! Sweet, for you; Life, for you; Die for you! Your worries are our worries, and your happiness is our happiness! Yesterday has become the history of today, and tomorrow will be the continuation of today. Only by correctly understanding yesterday and grasping today can we continue the beautiful life of tomorrow!
3. Drifting down the source of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, from the riverside where "Kan Kan is good at acting" in the Book of Songs to the Chu-Han boundary of "Golden Goma Iron" in Historical Records; From Li Daoyuan's Notes on Water Classics to Su Dongpo's River of No Return, I saw the pulsating motherland on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Look at the motherland with high loess slopes; Look at the motherland with endless fireworks, Qian Fan is competing for the exotic and colorful, and there are hundreds of battles; Look at the motherland where the peaks leap, the plains rush and the long rivers lash. Read the spirituality of Zhong Ding's childhood in Oracle Bone Inscriptions; On the Great Wall full of bonfires, read the heroic spirit of the motherland's youth; Read the maturity of the motherland in a land full of poetry and science. ...
Real feelings:
1 If the blackboard is a vast sea, then the teacher is a sailor on the sea. At the moment when the bell rings, you paddle the textbook parked in the harbor like a paddle with the teacher's whip. On the desk, problems piled up. Your posture is lifelike, like a flying bird, drawing a beautiful arc on the platform-ships pass by ... there is no cloud floating in the sky, just like your bright heart.
Love is a sunshine in winter, which makes people who are hungry and cold feel the warmth of the world; Love is a clear spring in the desert, and people who are on the verge of despair have seen the hope of life; Love is a shower sprinkled on the long-term arid land, which makes the lonely and helpless people get spiritual comfort immediately.
The moonlight is quiet. Raindrops pattered on the hut. In the dim light, mother sewed the homeless clothes tightly. Suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the window gap of the hut. My mother seems to have caught a cold, coughed a few times and felt deeply tired. I woke up in my dream and looked at my elderly mother under the lamp. Maternal love is a masterpiece that I can't finish reading all my life; Motherly love is the sky that I can never fly out.
When yellow autumn leaves are swaying in the wind, late autumn floats outside the school gate. In the moonlight, my father's shadow is very long, and my skinny father is wrapped in a huge windbreaker, and my heart is sour.
The true feelings in the world are like a big net, which warms people's hearts all the time, just like maternal love, endless.
Hope class:
1 Hope comes from disappointment, and rise begins with worry. As a poet said, people who feel hungry must digest well, people who feel anxious must be efficient, and people who feel crisis must make rapid progress. Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, and don't cry in the dark. Look forward, don't look back, as long as you face it bravely and raise your head, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking ahead, there is still a bright day, and people will not feel confused.
The soft sunshine hangs obliquely on the branches and leaves of pine and cypress, which looks so quiet and solemn. On the green lawn and the white cement road, the footsteps are so light, but everyone's heart is so excited and full of thoughts.
Life category:
1 The ocean of life is not as blue as Xizi Lake. As time goes by, it is sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, and sometimes the waves soar into the sky ... people often become stronger after the test of big waves. If you want to harvest the fruit in the golden autumn, you should roll up your trouser legs in the early spring when the chill invades people, and make unremitting efforts to open up wasteland, sow and cultivate until the day of harvest.
Past events are like songs. In the journey of life, despite the ups and downs and regrets, I have not lost the beauty of my youth. Believe in yourself, there is always hope. Let's remember that sentence: I won't cry if I miss the sun, otherwise I will miss the moon and stars. If you fail in life, please don't write sad tears on your face. Failure is also a gain. The most important thing in life is to have full courage and the courage to start a business. I once thought that a helpless cry and a memorandum were all the vicissitudes of the world; A small setback and a memo are all failures in life.
Life is a winding path in the mountain, with bumps and cliffs on the side. If you fall, cry if you want. What are you afraid of? Stop pretending! This is honesty, not weakness, because crying does not affect the road, but you can be careful. The mountains are full of flowers and the scenery is pleasant. If you are intoxicated, smile happily, don't pretend to be reserved! This is honesty, not pride, because smiling does not affect the road, but can increase self-confidence.
Five days is always like a spun yarn passing through your fingertips and slipping down inadvertently. Those sadness and misuse, with the waves gently faded, leaving the joy and smile, will always remain in the depths of memory.
Time is a poem, a philosophical poem of the richest man. Time is a camel carrying the dreams of countless people. The fate of the ship lies in drifting; The fate of sails lies in chasing the wind and waves; The fate of life lies in grasping, grasping and believing that life can make you young and innocent.
Philosophy category:
1 When you are immersed in warm air, birds and flowers, green mountains and green waters and fertile fields, you will be intoxicated; When you face the golden autumn season, you will be ecstatic. Have you ever thought that abundant spring scenery is heroic after severe cold baptism, but the beautiful scenery in autumn is the crystallization after melting in hot summer? Each of us is a pure flame, and we live by the invisible sun inside. Live thicker and work harder, and you will always get a smile like a flower in the sun.
1 If you have a bright light in your heart, you won't get lost, you can refuse darkness and timidity, have a clear mind, a belief in winning, and an open mind.
There is a small window in my heart, so there is bright sunshine coming in. Drink some warm stories, and there is a free breeze to invite some flowers or white clouds.
The heart has strings, even if the guests go to tea to cool down, there are still songs playing slowly, and there are still osmanthus trees full of bosom friends turning into wine.
There is a fence in my heart, and then the green vine climbs over it. Those little secrets are dotted in it, like butterflies resting and dreaming under leaves, which can only be described as pollen.
There are jade steps in my heart, full of sachets and Yao, full of sweet words, exquisite Beckham and mysterious rosary. So loneliness no longer arrival, vase no longer lonely.
There is a temple in my heart, which enshrines nobility, dignity, kindness, ideals and pursuits.
These are beautiful gods. Therefore, it is inviolable; Thus, you have the world and yourself.
Above the winding lotus pond are the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves
Among the children, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some are shy in bud; Like a pearl,
Like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who has just bathed. The breeze blew, bringing a faint fragrance, as if it were slim in the distant high building.
Like a song. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. Yeziben
It is side by side, so there is a bright wave mark. Under the leaves is running water, covered, not.
Can see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
The light of March, like running water, quietly sprinkled on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem
Wash with milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't be bright.
Photos; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. The moonlight shone through the Woods.
Yes, the bushes in the high places drop mottled shadows, but they seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven, but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.
The lotus pond is far and near on all sides, with high trees and low trees and the most willows. These trees surround a lotus pond; only
On one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke;
But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless.
There are still one or two lamps leaking through the gap. It's the eyes of those who are sleepy and listless. At this time, the most lively is the cicada in the tree.
And frogs in the water; But it's theirs, and I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties.
Roughly know. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are not many lotus pickers.
Others watch lotus picking. It was a lively season and a romantic season. It is well said in Liang Yuan's "Lotus Picking Fu": Therefore, the demon child is a woman, and she goes boating: [Beneficial Bird] is the first Xu Hui, and also the feather cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together.
Among the six children, some are dotted with white flowers, some bloom gracefully, and some are shy with flowers; Like a pearl,
Like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who has just bathed. The breeze blew, bringing a faint fragrance, as if it were slim in the distant high building.
Like a song. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. Yeziben
It is side by side, so there is a bright wave mark. Under the leaves is running water, covered, not.
Can see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
In July, light, like running water, poured quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.