Essay on Tomb-Sweeping Day's theme

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Tomb-Sweeping Day's essay on the theme 1 "Spring City is full of flowers, cold food and east willows" once praised Qingming in this way. Yes, time flies, and the sun and the moon fly. In a blink of an eye, it's another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

On the roadside, robust young trees show new buds, and bright flowers are crystal clear and broken when touched. Winter has passed, and all the beautiful things seem to appear in this early spring. Although it is raining slightly in Mao Mao, it doesn't feel cold at all, but it adds a hazy beauty of seeing flowers in the fog. On such a beautiful spring day, with memories of my grandmother, my family and I embarked on the road of returning home to visit the grave.

When I came to grandma's grave, although it was still raining lightly, everything around me was full of vitality. Weeds with new buds began to grow around grandma's grave, but after only one year, they stopped coming. Some tenacious grasses are already very long.

We hung birthday balls in front of grandma's grave. Colorful birthday balls added a little color to this slightly monotonous grave. Dad prepared a lighter, lit a candle and stuck it in the wet soil. The flames began to dance with the wind, and firecrackers sounded, shaking the earth and reverberating in the valley.

We knelt in front of grandma's grave, and grandma's kind appearance came to mind. As far as I can remember, grandma always smiles when she looks at us. It seems that all the troubles in the world have nothing to do with her When I saw my grandmother, all my worries were forgotten. She often touches my head and whispers, Come on, grow up!

My sister and I kowtowed together, and my father quietly reported the harvest at home in the past year, telling grandma and her family that they were safe and happy. I also silently made my own wishes in my heart, including my gratitude to my grandmother and my New Year's resolution. At this time, a small gun exploded, and my father told me, you see, grandma already knows everyone's wishes. She told us in this way and wished everyone a dream come true.

In the breeze and drizzle, several mushrooms quietly emerged from the soil, and it was another Tomb-Sweeping Day. Who says Qingming is just a memorable season? This is a season full of poetry, but also a season full of vitality and hope!

Tomb-Sweeping Day theme essay 2 Tomb-Sweeping Day, a very traditional festival, has always been valued by China people. Maybe it's not Tomb-Sweeping Day since I came to Shanghai for seven years, or maybe every time Tomb-Sweeping Day goes to sweep the martyrs' monument, Qingming has lost its essential meaning in my subconscious.

A few days before Qingming Festival, I was very sad to hear my classmates say that they would go to the countryside to sweep graves. An uncontrollable sadness spread in my heart. Until I passed the bridge in the morning, I saw the cemetery in the east, and the green couldn't hide the crowds coming and going. Some private cars parked quietly on the side of the road, suggesting that they came on purpose. Without warning, the pain reached my fingertips and my tears impulsively wanted to slip out of my eyes.

Anyway, what these people do and what everyone does, I can't do it in my life. After immigrating from my family. Grandma, aunt, and relatives buried in the soil of their hometown for generations were all drowned by the ruthless water and left.

I still can't forget the scene when I left, those sad cries kneeling in front of the grave, and how many tears spilled in front of the grave. When we burn the paper money, pull out the weeds on the grave and clean up the soil on the monument, how many people stubbornly lie in front of the grave and refuse to leave. You should know how taboo it is to have no bones in your hometown. It has been buried underground. What crime is this for us? How sad are some old people crying, and how many consciences will be condemned?

Perhaps the burial custom in my hometown doomed the Three Gorges people to go through many inner struggles.

How many immigrants want to worship their ancestors, kowtow and burn incense? Now it's just hope. The water that brought benefits to many people in the Three Gorges has washed away the homes where people once lived, the graves of their ancestors and even the homesickness of many people.

How many people are eager to return to their hometown, and then to their own side, crying deeply for their deceased relatives.

However, we have no hometown, where we have no foothold and shelter, and no place to realize our desire to sweep the grave.

Missing is a disease, the incubation period is when you have it, and the attack period is the day when you lose it.

It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and homesick people want to break their souls.

Tomb-Sweeping Day theme sketch 3 It rains one after another, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. This is a poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day written by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Tomb-Sweeping Day is one of the 24 solar terms and a traditional folk festival. Whenever we go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, people will go for a walk in the grave and plant trees. Speaking of Tomb-Sweeping Day, we have to start with the story of meson push.

According to legend, during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Zhong Er wandered abroad for 19 years, and Jiexiu followed him all the time and made great contributions. Zhong Er returned to China and became a monarch. This is Jin Wengong, one of the famous five tyrants in the Spring and Autumn Period. Jin Wengong wants to be an official for meson, but meson doesn't want to be one. He has been hiding behind his mother's back in Mianshan. Jin Wengong asked his body guard to search Mianshan, but he couldn't find it. So, someone had an idea, saying, it is better to let Yamakaji go, set fire on three sides, leave one side, burn it and the meson will come out. Jin Wengong ordered the promotion of Yamakaji. Unexpectedly, the fire burned for three days and nights. After the fire was put out, the meson was not pushed out after all. Looking up the mountain, the mother and son were holding a charred willow tree and were dead. Jin Wengong looked at Jiexiu's body and cried for a while, then buried it. In order to commemorate Jiexiu, Jin Wengong ordered Mianshan to be changed to Jiexiu Mountain, and an ancestral temple was built on the mountain, and the day when Yamakaji was released to China was designated as the Cold Food Festival, telling the whole country that it was forbidden to set off fireworks and firecrackers on this day every year, and only cold food was eaten.

From then on, the people of Jin can live and work in peace and contentment, miss Jiezitui, make outstanding contributions, and do not seek wealth. On the day of his death, it is forbidden to set off fireworks in memory of him. It is also made of flour and jujube paste, kneaded into the shape of a swallow, strung with willow branches, and inserted in the door to summon his soul. This thing is called "Tuiyan". Since then, cold food and Qingming have become grand festivals for the people of the whole country. Whenever there is cold food, people don't make a fire to cook, but only eat cold food. In the north, people only eat cold food prepared in advance, such as jujube cakes and wheat cakes. In the south, there are mostly green balls and glutinous rice and sugar lotus roots. Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, people put wicker in a circle and put wicker branches in front of the house to show their memory.

Tomb-Sweeping Day Theme Essay 4 Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote such a poem: "It rains in the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Tomb-Sweeping Day's footsteps have come quietly. Today, our school organized an activity to take us to the revolutionary martyrs monument to sweep the grave.

We set out. Look! We lined up neatly and walked with heavy steps to our destination. Along the way, the scenery is very charming. Look! Rape flowers are yellow, they are very beautiful and compete with each other; Pines and cypresses are tall and straight, as tall and straight as soldiers. The students in several classes have been completely attracted by the sight before them.

When we approached the tombstone, our mood became heavy at once. Looking at the eight characters on the tombstone that read "Revolutionary Martyrs are immortal", my heart hurts even more. Near ten o'clock, the young host asked us to observe a moment of silence for three minutes, and our expressions immediately became serious. In life, three minutes is so short, but when you are silent, you simply feel that the days are like years. In three minutes, I thought of many revolutionary heroes: Yang Jingyu, Liu Hulan, Li Dazhao, Zhao Yiman and Langyashan ... Their spirits are worth learning. Three minutes later, Grandpa Yin, who stood by, told us how the heroes in Zhuji fought against Japan. One of them is Radish Head, the youngest revolutionary martyr in China. He was killed by the enemy when he was nine years old. When we finished these touching stories, many of our classmates shed moving tears.

Nearly eleven o'clock, we visited the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall, one of whom was Yu Xiusong, a person close to Chairman Mao. 3 1 year old was killed. The revolutionary martyrs' spirit of sacrificing their heads, blood and lives for people's liberation is worth learning. They gave their precious lives for the founding of New China and our beautiful life today. Their heroic deeds will be remembered forever.

We teenagers are the future of our motherland. We should learn from the spirit of revolutionary martyrs and strive to make our motherland prosperous.

Tomb-Sweeping Day theme essay 5 is still drizzling like silk, and the new leaves are covered with oil and crystal clear.

It's sunny and drizzling. Watching the rain, falling from the sky. Taste it. It seems a little salty. Are these the tears of our ancestors?

I followed my elders with doubts and soon came to grandma's grave. New trees surround her, and they are the younger generation. It was quiet all around, leaving only the rustle of rain in Mao Mao.

With thoughts, we had a heart-to-heart chat with our ancestors buried in the ground for a few seconds, and then my uncle said, "We are all here to see you and come to your grave!" " "Uncle is very excited, as if he really saw grandma and heard the most beautiful voice-mother's call.

He squatted down slowly, and a cloudy tear appeared in the corner of his eye. He lit three incense sticks and gently and slowly inserted them into the soil. Silent tears silently across his cheeks, it sent thoughts and blessings, reflecting the ordinary scenes of the past.

After picking up the spring leaves, we got together and lit a fire. Grandpa, uncle, aunt and dad, we took the money from heaven and threw it into the fire, bringing blessings and thoughts.

The name on the paste package used to be a vivid life. Life is short, the difference between life and death. The scenes of these years are so common that we can't understand the true feelings until we lose them.

Look at the leaves above, they will grow up, mature and fall in a few days; People will also experience childhood, youth, prime of life and old age. The continuation of generation after generation has finally become a mere handful of dirt. Go through life, ordinary life, miss life. But people only live once, and it seems that they should leave something for the world. Yes, we should not only leave a tombstone for the world, but also leave something of value.

The fire went out and people dispersed, leaving only a cold tombstone. But the soul in the grave lives in people's hearts forever. I know that in the future, I will become a handful of dirt and a tombstone. My soul, my thoughts and my quality will live in people's hearts forever! So, this life! I won't leave for nothing!

Tomb-Sweeping Day Theme Essay 6 On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the weather is sunny, so why is it sunny and the spring breeze is very comfortable? My mother and I went to my hometown to sweep the graves of our ancestors.

Along the way, somehow, my heart kept beating, probably because I was so excited! Two hours later, we finally arrived in our hometown, and we came to the previous assembly point-my uncle's house. As soon as I entered the gate, I saw my uncle's yard neatly covered with golden corn. Uncle has been waiting for a long time, and we talked for a while, so everyone is here. So, I'm ready to go. I'm afraid there will be no orders with the "soldiers".

"Well, let's go." Uncle gave the order and finally went to sweep the grave. Along the way, I walked like a clever boy and said happily, "You can't be a hero until you get to the cemetery, so speed up." It seems that I am too excited. I can't tell east from west when I walk. I went to the cemetery several times, but I can't find it today. It was a short walk. It seems that I have been gone for several years today. In this way, our party arrived at the destination on April 4.

When I got to the cemetery, I hung firecrackers on a tree, and then I chose a small tree to climb it. Hey hey, city people have a disadvantage in climbing trees. After climbing the tree, I lay on the trunk. Careful observation, or the same old story. My mother put tables, bread and oranges in front of the grave, then put paper, fake money and ingots together and lit them with a lighter. Then I picked up a stick and turned it back and forth. Now, I want to try, so I also took a stick to help. At first, it was fun. As soon as I heard this, I was full of energy and burned the paper completely at once. When the paper burned out, we started to set off firecrackers. This kind of firecrackers is very loud. I think it should be a more profound expression of my grandfather's memory!

Tomb-Sweeping Day Theme Essay 7 On the day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, our family went to Huangkeng to spend the holidays with grandpa.

In Huangkeng, the water is clear, the mountains are high and there are many bamboos. The whole village is like a green cradle.

When I arrived at my grandfather's house, my grandmother forgot her key. What should I do? Suddenly, I saw a window on the door and said, "Look, there is a window on it." Aunt listened and said, "Then I will pass." I said, "It's so small, can you drill through it?" Aunt said, "Try it, won't you?" Sure enough, aunt really went in, opened the door and we went in. Wow, it's really warm in the room!

I saw my mother preparing to cook, so I ran to make a fire. The meal was finally ready, and my mother served it. We sat down and ate it with relish. After dinner, my mother went to cook again. I asked strangely, "mom, haven't we eaten yet?" Why burn it? " Mother said, "Grandpa hasn't eaten yet!" " I said, "Oh, I see!" When the dishes are ready, my mother asks my aunt to take them to another table, light candles and incense, and put a chair beside them. My brother is sitting in a chair and wants to eat the food on the table. Uncle quickly said, "get up and let grandpa eat." The younger brother said, "Grandpa didn't come?" Grandpa said, "coming!" The younger brother said, "Where is it?" Uncle said: "This is invisible, you can't see it." The younger brother said, "Oh." After a while, mom and aunt put the bowl away.

After putting away the dishes and chopsticks, my mother, aunt, uncle and brother and I got on the bus and walked up the hill. Seeing a grave, my mother told me, "This is my grandfather's home." Mother and aunt took out Qingming fruit, flowers and oranges and put them in front of the grave. We knelt on the ground and bowed to grandpa three times. When you're done, go down the mountain. On the highway, get on the bus and go home. On the way home, I said to my grandfather in my mind: Grandpa, it's lonely to be alone in the mountains. We will definitely come to see you in Tomb-Sweeping Day next year!

Tomb-Sweeping Day's theme essay 8 As the saying goes: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival." But this time, it didn't rain at all in Tomb-Sweeping Day. It seems that God is deliberately against us. The weather is particularly sultry, and the wheat seedlings in the country seem to have withered a lot. The original vitality, the original light green and turquoise, gradually turned yellow, which is a stage of extreme water shortage.

I just took a day off in Tomb-Sweeping Day, plus the original two days on Sunday, so I have time to save the wheat seedlings. My father took me on a journey home.

At noon, we finally arrived at our destination. When we got off the bus, we saw our mother coming to meet us. Her shoes are a little dry, full of mud, and her pants are soaked. It was obviously my mother who was watering the wheat seedlings and came to pick us up until we came back too late to change clothes. Mother said, "Now is the time to water the wheat seedlings, and time is tight. There are three or four families living in a well. " Dad also stepped up his pace, went home and changed into old clothes, and followed his mother straight to the wheat field.

I stayed at home with my sister, looked at my watch, it was ten o'clock, and then looked out. It was so dark that we couldn't see our fingers. While waiting, we gradually fell asleep. I don't know when my parents came back and went out at dawn in the morning.

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At noon, mom and dad came back, covered in mud again. This time, my clothes are wet and my shoes are even wetter. My sister and I quickly helped dad take off his shoes. Wet shoes are really hard to take off. I immediately sat on the ground and we all laughed. Dad's socks are wet, too I went to wash my dad's wet socks and repainted my wet shoes. My mother is tired, too. In order to let her rest, my sister went to cook. Mother said, "It's good to have two daughters. They help us wash clothes and cook. " Hearing this, my heart suddenly warmed up. I was really happy. I really hope that time will stop at that moment and our family will be happy forever. Mom and dad smiled with relief.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, which was originally silent, was especially warm this time.

Tomb-Sweeping Day Theme Essay 9 Today, Tomb-Sweeping Day and Tomb-Sweeping Day have the custom of worshipping ancestors and repairing graves, but I am different. I make Qingming cake at home. Qingming cake is a delicious snack. Some housewives cut green Ching Tien early, cooked it and mixed it with lime to get rid of the bitter taste of Ching Tien, and then mixed it with rice flour to make cakes. Qingming cake is triangular, so it is also called 30% off (corner) cake.

I started making green cakes. I boiled a pot of water and put the washed wormwood into the pot. In the hot pot, wormwood covered with white velvet rolls and jumps. Soon, it suddenly changed into a new green dress. I took out wormwood, kneaded it into a small ball, squeezed out the water, and mixed it with rice flour to make a semi-dry and semi-wet dough. The dough is like the surface of blue and white porcelain, and wormwood is on a white background.

I watched my grandmother divide the dough into small pieces, press it in her hand at will, and instantly turn it into a thin round cake, with stuffing in the middle, and then press it with her hand, and a green cake will be ready. I also like grandma's cooking process, but the thin round cakes are cracked and broken, so it is difficult to make green round cakes. The result is that the cake is not like a cake, and there is a mouse-like hole in some places. Grandma taught me to put some stuffing on it. I made a dozen according to the first recipe. Although it is ugly, I think it must be delicious. Grandma steamed the green cake for dozens of minutes, and as soon as it was out of the pot, I couldn't wait to rush up. When I opened it, I saw that the pot was lush and steaming, which was really mouth watering and delicious.

I had a great time in Tomb-Sweeping Day this year!

Tomb-Sweeping Day theme essay 10 Think clearly, think of the past, cherish the lingering fragrance, it is easy to get hurt, and it is heartbreaking to look back and smile.

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Pale pink and purple leaves are in full bloom around the grave. Looking from a distance, like a large piece of Ziyun swaying in the breeze, there is an indescribable cold beauty, fresh and refined.

My family and I came to the grave and watched the purple leaf plum blossom rain blowing from the wind. I picked up a petal and studied it for a long time, and suddenly I remembered my great-grandmother who loved purple leaf plum alone. I don't want to ask, did you have a good time in heaven?

How long has it been since I last saw you? It's almost five years since last time. I'm surprised. Five years is enough to change a person. I'm not as naive as I was then. How about you? How are you?

Bend over and kiss a fragrant petal. I remember that year, you took my little hand and flew a kite by the wheat field. The kite string broke and landed on the plum tree. I was so anxious that I stamped my feet. You smiled and brought a ladder to take the kite down for me. I took the kite with joy, but I forgot the scene where you fell because of old age. I feel your love, but I don't know how to return it. You are like a spring rain, and I am like a purple leaf plum. How can I grow up without your nourishment?

Maybe I was lost in thought for a long time, and my cousin couldn't help calling me, and then I woke up. Everyone is making simple and indispensable preparations, clearing the weeds in front of the grave, offering snacks that the elderly loved before their death, burning paper money and avoiding bowing. When it was my turn, tears overflowed my eyes.

Looking up, bathed in petal rain, my mind is full of your smiling face. Whenever and wherever, whenever and wherever, you are smiling, just like a child who has not grown up. Da Vinci fell in love with Mona Lisa's smile, and you are a part of my life.

I couldn't help but turn my head and say to my cousin with a wry smile, "Missing is a breathing disease." That's right. This yearning has taken root in my heart.

Look back at the tombstone. I smiled, endured sadness, endured disappointment, kowtowed heavily and left.

Purple leaves and plums are full of fragrance, rendering spring. Spring breeze is like a song, which sings all the troubles of spring. Qingming, this season, always pay attention.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's Essay 1 1 As the saying goes, "fire and water are ruthless". Among all natural disasters, fire is the most common one. A small Mars can destroy the precious resources of nature, turn the material and spiritual wealth created by human beings into ashes, and mercilessly take away the most precious life of human beings.

In order to let the teachers and students of the whole school have a deeper understanding of the common sense of fire escape, and let every teacher and student establish a fire awareness, truly master the knowledge of fire safety, and have the ability to save themselves and each other. Our school is going to hold a fire drill on "1 19 Fire Publicity Day". The teacher asked each of us to bring a towel, which will be needed then.

At the beginning of the second class in the afternoon, we first listened to a lecture on fire fighting knowledge. Uncle Huo told us some common sense when a fire broke out, such as calling 1 19, calling for help, etc., followed by fire escape drills. The electric bell rang in the campus. As soon as the bell rang, the teacher instructed us to leave the classroom at once while teaching us to cover our noses with towels and go downstairs side by side in an orderly manner. While listening, I quickly took out a towel and gently covered my nose, then bent down and followed my classmates to the playground. The nervous escape has just ended, followed by a fire drill. The headmaster announced loudly: "The fire drill begins now!"

The words sound just fell and warm applause rang out on the playground. The fire uncles lit the fire. The fire is so big. In this urgent need, all the fire-fighting uncles unhurriedly picked up the fire extinguisher, first pulled out the key, then pointed the fire hole at the fire point and then pressed the switch. I saw the powder flying about, and before I could see that the fire had gone out. How quick the uncles are!

Later, the students' representatives and teachers' representatives of the fifth and sixth grades also tried it, and the exercise ended in laughter. During the exercise, I learned how to escape safely and how to put out the fire. I also deeply understand that I should be calm and don't panic when I encounter anything, which really benefits me a lot.

Learn fire fighting knowledge well, let's join hands and work together to reduce the occurrence of fires, starting from me and starting today, so as to truly nip in the bud and make our increasingly powerful motherland more peaceful and peaceful!

Tomb-Sweeping Day's theme essay 12 Qingming is a day for us to remember our ancestors; Qingming Festival is a festival shrouded in misty rain. Under the rain, what is hidden is people's faint sadness and deep nostalgia and reverence for the martyrs.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, which makes people remember their ancestors, is memorable, lamentable and exciting. It contains many stories of their ancestors. When they are buried in the grave, their story is over, and the rest is unforgettable!

Dear revolutionary martyrs, we admire your brilliant achievements in fighting bravely for national liberation with your youth and life; The lofty national spirit you left to future generations is the precious spiritual wealth of the Chinese nation and will always inspire us to forge ahead; The seeds of your thoughts have taken root in our hearts and become the banner that leads us to a better tomorrow.

Dear revolutionary martyrs, through your unremitting efforts and arduous struggle, the people of China, reviled by imperialist powers as "the sick man of East Asia", stood up. Today, we have received the baton from you, and we are determined to renew our concepts, broaden our horizons, master our skills, improve ourselves in an all-round way, and make our modest contribution to the prosperity of the Chinese nation.

Dear revolutionary martyrs, at this moment, we just want to express our grief with a small flower, express our thoughts with a wreath and express our admiration with a stone tablet ... However, we know better that there is only one best way, that is, to inherit your will, carry forward your spirit, make our tomorrow more brilliant and make our motherland more prosperous.

"Red flowers laugh at the east wind mercilessly, and Qingshan is fortunate to bury loyal bones." Dear revolutionary martyrs, you died for the benefit of the people. Your death is heavier than Mount Tai. You are with Qingshan, and you will live with the earth forever. You will always be a monument in our hearts. Rest in peace, dear revolutionary martyrs, your spirit will last forever! You will live in our hearts forever!

Our thoughts will always be high, our souls will never kneel, and our steps will always be firm. This is our solemn oath to the martyrs. We will live up to the great times, and we will go forward bravely!

Tomb-Sweeping Day Theme Essay 13 Green tender grass, continuous spring breeze, continuous drizzle, geese returning to the south, drove away the winter season after season and quietly opened an invisible door for Miss Chun. The severe winter recedes in spring, as if in a blink of an eye, Tomb-Sweeping Day, a solemn and stirring festival, is ushered in again. Let's stand by and watch the graves of martyrs, quietly engrave their patriotic feelings in our minds, mourn for them with deep admiration, gently greet the heroic martyrs buried in this loess and tell them all about today, but we can't tell them the infinite affection for the revolutionary martyrs and the endless soul of the revolutionary martyrs. Time flies, another day to remember the martyrs has arrived. Although I can't personally come to the tomb of the martyrs to express my grief and admiration for you, I will also pay homage to the revolutionary martyrs who are buried here. In the hearts of our people, heroic martyrs are immortal!

I am deeply moved to think of those small and great stories of revolutionary heroes. I hate traitors shamelessly betraying and betraying the country for their own small interests, but at the same time I admire patriotic heroes who pay tribute to justice. I admire Xia's heroic spirit that "Xia died heroically and came back when he was free". I admire Jie Jiang's calm attitude of embroidered red flag before he left, and I admire Qiu's firm will and courage when he was burned.

We grew up under the trajectory of the revolutionary ancestors' struggle, and the years left them in the struggle, but in each of our hearts, we will not shrink back at all, still full of brilliant brilliance, still brilliant and dazzling, and will be deeply imprinted in each of our hearts in any case, becoming a glorious trace that can never be underestimated. Heroes and martyrs, you are immortal legends in my heart!

Tomb-Sweeping Day Theme Essay 14 Another Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, another day to remember the martyrs. Revolutionary martyrs gave their precious lives for the motherland. Without them, how can we live such a happy life today?

Martyrs, it was you who built the Great Wall of Wan Li and fought bloody battles with the Japanese imperialist aggressors at the time of the survival of the Chinese nation. You fell down bravely, but thousands of China people stood up and sang March of the Volunteers loudly, and their voices spread all over the country, inside and outside the Great Wall; Martyrs, you saved the people of China from the brink of life and death. You are not afraid of sacrifice, go forward and build a new China with your flesh and blood. Ordinary people are the masters of their own affairs; Martyrs, at the moment when the socialist construction was most needed, you abandoned everything about your family and individuals, stepped forward without hesitation, gave your precious life selflessly to the motherland and the people, and spilled your blood all over the motherland.

Dear teachers and classmates, do you still remember Jiang Jie? She worked as a party correspondent in Chongqing, but was arrested when the whole country was about to be liberated. The enemy gave her both hard and soft, and used cruel punishments such as tiger stools and floating water, but she never gave in! The enemy was desperate and tortured again and again, and bamboo sticks were stuck in Jiang Jie's fingers. Jiang Jie's fingers were bloody, but she always kept the party's secret.

Yes! In those hard years, many revolutionary heroes with extraordinary courage emerged. For the future of the country and the happiness of the people, they would rather throw their heads and shed their blood. Isn't this heroic act of selfless dedication worthy of our praise from generation to generation and learning forever?

Students, we are the future of our motherland, the hope of our nation and the successors of our country. Let's follow in the footsteps of our predecessors, carry forward their patriotic spirit, and do our best to build our motherland into a socialist modern country!