Reflect on history and strive to do a good job in historical composition 2300

The veil of years makes us unable to see how many times we have been killed and taken away; The smoke of sin pours out vast legends. No one can remember how many times the sun rises and the moon sets, and no one can count how many long rivers of flesh and blood there are. ......

Then let's be silent. This is a good answer to history. Silently remember that moment: that moment of blood rain, that moment of sad cheeks, that moment of gloomy sky, that moment of cracked mountains and rivers.

Open the memory of flying iron hoofs and play string songs with alternating light and shadow. Open the long scroll of history and turn to the most humiliating moment in China; From the Opium War to the Eight-Power Invasion of China, from the July 7th Incident to the Nanjing Massacre ... The government's repeated submission and compromise, and the invaders' repeated shameless plunder, made the voice of every sincere Chinese son and daughter waver in this land of China for a long time. How can my beautiful China be so badly hurt? How can my prosperous China be so sad? I used to be a rolling army of Qin, I used to be a magnificent scenery of Han Dynasty, I used to be a magnificent figure in Wei and Jin Dynasties, I used to be a towering figure in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, I used to be a time-honored Song and Japanese culture, and I used to be the glory of Yuan and Ming Dynasties ... Now, I can only look forward to and sigh that everything in the past has become a ray of sadness at that time.

The harmony of the sky is still floating, and the rivers on the ground are still flowing.

The tide of history is coming, trying to wash away some people's obsession with telling stories and awaken some withered conscience. And those numb hearts hiding in dark corners, those nasty attempts to escape the truth, will only make the tide swept away like a dead tree.

History should be remembered, let it wash in our chest, let it tilt like Tianhe and give us a happy baptism. Can't stop the beating heart in the chest, can't stop the feeling of gushing in my heart. Isn't there Wan Ma Benteng? Or the echo of the howling of ten thousand horses? I can't describe my feelings about history in words, but I have reflected on the resentment of humiliating history many times.

Now, a hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye. The dusty history will not be annihilated, and his figure will appear in front of our eyes, in our hearts and between our wronged souls like a boulder after the ebb tide. We should remember, remember the oath we made in the face of the blue sky: work hard, fly there, dance there, and impact the depth of the sun and the moon; We should remember, remember our name's oath to the high mountains of Cui Wei: work hard, hone there, climb there and conquer the majesty of majestic rocks. The five-star red flag is hunting in the sky and resounding through the sky. We should remember, remember the oath we made to the people and the country of China: Work hard, work hard here, enjoy the suffering of the world here, and finally enjoy the joy of success, and finally let me stand on the top of China.

Remember the humiliating years, let's forge ahead. The beauty of China in the past may reappear today. As long as I am tireless as a teenager, as long as I am diligent as a teenager, I, China, will revive the great cause one day. This is our long-cherished wish.