Essay, example, such as spring trip to the Martyrs' Cemetery Huaiji County

Another Ching Ming Festival has arrived, we wore school uniforms, chest Patron with bright red scarf, the left side of the hand-made small white flowers, to the Martyrs' Mausoleum.

We entered the Martyrs' Cemetery with a neat and firm step. Martyrs cemetery is so solemn, solemn, welcome the door on both sides of the pine and cypress is so upright, verdant. I thought to myself: Revolutionary martyrs! We have come to visit you. We are now living a very happy life. You rest in peace!

In the 27-meter-high monument with Premier Zhou Enlai's inscription, "Revolutionary martyrs will never die," we held a thematic team meeting there, singing is so loud and clear, reciting is so affectionate, playing is so pleasant to the ear, we are incredibly excited, silently consoling the heroes in our hearts.

After that, we came to the Martyrs' Deeds Exhibition Hall, once into the exhibition hall, the most eye-catching is the large oil painting, painting is the Red Army team is difficult to climb the mountain peaks, the warriors are under the feet of the abyss, the slightest carelessness will lose their lives, but the warriors were not intimidated by the difficulties, they gritted their teeth, difficult to climb upward, crawling and ever forward.

In the exhibition hall I saw many martyrs' military medals and the introduction of the martyrs' deeds. Looking at their deeds, I seemed to see the moving scenes of their death and heroic killing of the enemy, and I seemed to hear the heroic and unyielding voice of the martyrs. Martyrs for the motherland gave everything everything, for the sake of the people, sacrificed their precious lives. Martyrs! May you be like that beautiful flowers, in the motherland earth to emit a burst of fragrance, so that every corner of the motherland is full of vitality and hope!

Coming to the mausoleum cemetery, we pay homage one by one, the white flowers in our hands, the hand-made baskets to the most honorable heroes. At this time I seem to see countless martyrs standing in front of us, the top of the sky! It is they, it is they, for our new China, for the people to turn over and get liberated, throwing their heads, spilling their blood, sacrificed themselves in exchange for today's beautiful life. Martyrs! Your spirit of death rather than yield, inspire us to move forward, so that each of us are full of confidence for the motherland unremitting efforts.

Martyrs! Next year today, there will be more people to visit you, rest in peace!

Sweeping the graves

A pair of gleaming eyes, staring at the Japanese devils; a strong and powerful body, fighting the Japanese devils day and night; one after another young lives lost because of the war.

The twenty-first century we came to your tomb, we carefully surveyed your surroundings: a pine and cypress, as if to welcome us. We came to you holding the team flag and placed the wreath beside you.

After a while, the teacher gave us a brief introduction to your life, as if we saw you were caught by the Japanese devils, tortured and forced to confess, want you to say where the ****production party, but you died not to answer; and as if I saw the Japanese devils fire, a knife to kill you ......

Then, the teacher played a sad and bleak music. And there is bleak music, the teacher and we bowed our heads, all involuntarily cried, eyes glittering with tears. The teacher and we all deplored the loss of your life at such a young age, and admired you for your loyalty to your country.

Next, we presented you with flowers and photos, asking you to smell the fragrance of the flowers, see the development of the motherland, and fulfill your wish to stop worrying you.

Finally, the teacher taught us to learn the spirit of patriotism from you. I want to say to you: Zhang Yingchun grandmother, our happy life today is you and comrades in arms with blood and life, I must study hard, every day, to build the motherland more prosperous.

A pair of beady eyes, staring at the Japs at all times; a strong and powerful body, fighting the Japs day and night; one after another young lives lost because of the war.