The theme of the composition is to find red footprints (not less than 600 words)

Practice writing a red melody in 800 words; Put down the pen and look for red footprints. Write and think, where is the red?

Red is a bright five-star red flag.

Qingming is the season when flowers are in full bloom. The flowers in the Martyrs Cemetery are particularly red and bright. They must have been dyed red with the blood of martyrs. The mossy stone wall is covered with weeds and surrounded by a brand-new and bright five-star red flag. The statue of the martyr is so solemn, and their eyes are affectionate and firm, as if telling me the immortal story behind the hero. ...

Red Rock is a famous red novel by China and a masterpiece of China's military literature. It is a novel describing the cruel underground struggle in Chongqing before liberation, especially the struggle in prison. I finished reading Red Rock with great reverence. It describes the stories of many revolutionary heroes: they are not afraid of danger when they become outposts, and they are as dead as death; Xu Yunfeng fought bravely against the enemy and sacrificed himself for others; Jiang Jie was tortured and never afraid; Liu Siyang was born in a rich family, but took part in the revolution; With the help of his comrades-in-arms, Cheng Yao grew up and learned to deal with all kinds of complicated problems. The friends in the slag hole help each other and outsmart the enemy; The people of Baigongguan defeated the enemy and ushered in the new China. I admire Jiang Jie's perseverance and Xu Yunfeng's fearless spirit in times of crisis. I like Hua, a desperate, crazy and witty "crazy old man" ... I prefer the thin and clever "radish head" in the book, which is still tenacious in that harsh environment and has helped adults complete a lot of work when I was a child. After I put down this book, I was still very excited. I closed my eyes one by one, which made me feel pious. "The morning star shines to welcome the dawn. Birds are fighting in the forest, and the day will break. On the horizon of the east, a touch of red light gradually emerged, flashing in the green Jialing River, the blue sky, the cloudless Wan Li and the gorgeous sunrise, emitting all kinds of light. " This is "Hongyan"' s longing for "the dawn is the dawn" after the birth of New China. This vibrant scene was exchanged by countless soldiers with blood, and Hongyan was dyed red with blood to have a happy life today. We should cherish the happy life now, never forget those great soldiers, and keep them in mind!

I think the glorious title of "red" also belongs to the maple leaf dyed like a martyr. It doesn't choose fertile soil like a flower, but its roots are deeply rooted in the mountains. The mountains endow it with a strong character and indomitable spirit. When all the plants are going to wither, it covers the mountains with clothes brighter than rosy clouds. Autumn wind blows through her rotating crown, making it more elegant; Autumn rain washed the fiery red leaves more brightly. Facing the cold current, she straightened her trunk and didn't bow her head. Intoxicating red leaves are so warm and charming. It has the passion of fire and the brilliance of the rising sun. It has no fragrance but is better than thousands of roses; It has no temperature, but it is as hot as fire. The season will eventually change. The first snow came, and white and red matched each other. Snow covers its leaves with white, but what is still clearly visible through the ice ribs is your more magnificent color than the rainbow! Although the branches of maple leaves are not bent by snow, they have no strength to keep their leaves after all. Leaves fall, dance into an arc and one last dance for you, scattered at the foot of maple trees. It is covered with a thick quilt, so that the maple can prevent the cold winter! If winter comes, can spring be far behind? When I was in the martyrs' cemetery, it seemed that I really heard the rumble of guns and the cries of martyrs from the battlefield; It seems that I saw the burning flame on the battlefield and the smoke that covered the sky; I deeply felt the bitterness of the bloody battlefield and the joy of the triumphant performance. The reverence for history has risen in vain. Now, we should study hard and make contributions to our motherland.

Stop writing, I know red better. Let's "pay attention to ordinary things and look for red footprints".