That spring, warlord Zhang's lackeys put his father in prison.
In court, we wanted to ask about dad's recent situation, but the judge viciously forbade us to speak. Dad supported us with his confidence in the revolutionary cause. And then bear all the so-called "charges."
On the 28th, the newspaper published "Li Dazhao and others were hanged yesterday". My mother later learned that she was in a coma for several times, even if she woke up several times, she fainted again. After a long time, my mother asked me in a low voice, "What was the date yesterday? Remember, yesterday was the day your father was killed. " I cried and gritted my teeth. "Mom, yesterday was April 28th."
2. 16 years ago, the abbreviation of memory was1April 28th, 927, and I will never forget that day.
It was a hard day for my father, and it has been sixteen years now. That spring, my father came back late every night.
Every morning, I don't know when he goes out again. Sometimes he stays at home, burying himself in sorting out books and documents.
I crouched beside him and watched him throw books and written pieces of paper into the stove. I asked him strangely, "Dad, why did you burn it?" It's a pity. "
After a while, my father replied, "If you don't want it, just burn it. What does your child know! " Father is very kind. He never scolds us or hits us.
I always like to ask my father a lot of childish and ridiculous questions. No matter how busy he is, he is always interested in my questions and always tells me patiently.
This time, I don't know why my father gave me such a vague answer. Later, I heard from my mother that the warlord Zhang was going to send someone to investigate this matter.
In order to avoid the destruction of the party organization, father had to burn some books and documents. It's only been two days, and something really happened.
Workmate Yan Zhensan went shopping early in the morning and didn't come back until evening. The next day, my father knew that he had been taken to the police station.
We all feel very uneasy and anxious for this worker. The situation is getting worse and worse, and my father's work is getting more and more tense.
His friends advised him to leave Beijing, and his mother advised him several times. The father said firmly to his mother, "didn't I always tell you?" I can't leave Beijing easily.
You need to know what time it is and how important the work here is. How can I leave? "Mother had to say nothing more.
A terrible day has really come. On the morning of April 6, my sister put on a new coat, and my mother took her for a walk in the children's amusement park.
Father is writing in the back room, and I am sitting on the bench in the outhouse reading the newspaper. Before I finished reading the short news, I heard several sharp gunshots, followed by a tumultuous cry.
"What? Hey! " I stared and asked my father. "Nothing, don't be afraid.
Star, come with me and have a look outside. "Father unhurriedly took out a shiny little pistol from the drawer and went out.
I followed him closely, walked out of the yard, and temporarily hid in a secluded hut. After a while, there was a heavy sound of leather shoes outside.
My heart was beating violently and I looked at my father in horror. "Don't let go of one!" There was a rough roar from the window.
Gendarmerie in gray uniforms and boots, plainclothes detectives and policemen in black uniforms poured into the small room. They surrounded us like a group of demons.
Each of them held a pistol and pointed the gun at my father and me. In the military police, I found Yan Zhensan, a worker who was arrested a few days ago.
He had a rope tied to his arm and was pulled by a fat plainclothes detective. The plain clothes detective with a juryman's face pointed to his father and asked Yan Zhensan, "Do you know him?" Yanzhen San shook his head.
He has a pale face in the middle of his long hair. It is obvious that he has been tortured. "Hum! You don't know him? I know him. "
The detective sneered and told his partner, "Look, don't let him kill himself. Take the pistol away first!" " "They took my father's pistol and searched him all over. Father's usual stern attitude didn't tell them anything.
Because he knew they had no reason. The cruel gangster tied up his father and dragged him away.
They took me, too. In the courtyard of the police station surrounded by high brick walls, I saw my mother and sister being taken.
We were held in a women's detention center. Ten days passed, and we never saw our father again.
One day, when we were having lunch, we heard the police calling our mother and daughter's names and saying that they had been arraigned. We met our father in court.
Father still wears his old gray cotton gown, but he doesn't wear glasses. I saw his calm and kind face under his unkempt long hair.
"hey!" I couldn't help shouting. Mother cried, and my sister began to cry with her.
"Don't shout!" The judge picked up the gavel and banged it on the table. Father looked at us and said nothing to us.
The expression on his face is very stable and calm. His heart was occupied by a great force.
This kind of strength is what he usually tells us-confidence in the revolutionary cause. "This is my wife."
He pointed to his mother and said. Then he pointed at me and my sister. "These are my two children."
"Is she your oldest child?" The judge pointed at me and asked my father. "Yes, I am the oldest."
I was afraid that my father would tell my brother, so I quickly said it. I don't know where I got my wit and courage.
"Don't talk too much!" The judge was very angry, picked up the board in front of him and slapped him hard. My father understood at once and said, "She is my oldest child.
My wife is a countryman. My child is still young. They don't know anything.
Nothing has to do with them. "The father had said these words and looked at us.
The judge ordered us to be taken away. So we met our father and said goodbye in a hurry.
I didn't expect this to be the last time we met. At dusk on the 28th, the police told us to pack our bags and leave the detention center.
When we got home, it was already dark. The next day, my uncle went to the street to buy newspapers.
He came back from the street crying with a newspaper in his hand. I saw that the first word in the newspaper was "Li Dazhao and others were hanged yesterday", and suddenly I felt a dark cloud in front of me and fainted in bed.
Mother was heartbroken and fainted three times, each time she just woke up and fainted. After a long time, my mother woke up and asked me in a low voice, "What was the date yesterday? Remember, yesterday was the day your father was killed. "
I cried again, picked up the newspaper from the ground, gritted my teeth and barely read it again. I whispered to my mother, "Mom, yesterday was April 28th."
Mother nodded slightly.
The abbreviation (400 words) of the reminiscence composition sixteen years ago begins with:1April 28th, 927, and I will never forget that day.
It's my father's disaster. It's been 16 years now. End: After a long time, my mother woke up and asked me in a low voice, "What was the date yesterday? Remember, yesterday was the day your father was killed. "
I cried again, picked up the newspaper from the ground, gritted my teeth and barely read it again. I whispered to my mother, "Mom, yesterday was April 28th."
Mother nodded slightly. Answer 1. Echo means that the content of echo is arranged at the beginning and end of the article.
2. The so-called echo means that there must be a very close relationship between the beginning and the end, and it is to explain, explain and explain the same situation. Examples echo from three aspects: father's murder, time and unforgettable.
Echo can integrate articles and play a more prominent role. 1. Be familiar with the original text.
In other words, we should be familiar with the original text and really grasp its content. 2. Grasp the main plot of the event.
Abbreviation, the main plot of the event can not be lost, without which the event is incomplete. 3. The statement should be concise and fluent.
Because it is an abbreviation, the sentence must be concise, otherwise it will be verbose and the content will not be reduced, but it is not as good as the original, so it is not an abbreviation. In addition, we should pay attention to the lack of sick sentences.
4. Imitate the memories of sixteen years ago, 200 beautiful memories.
The past time no longer exists, but what leaves me the most is the memory in time. I once fantasized about going back in time, but I couldn't do it after all, so in my heart, the past life left me only good memories. ...
I recall spring, the season when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. We sang loudly and walked on the field path. Spring outing attracts children most, but cooking and running games are more enjoyable. We sat under the tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue. Under the blue sky, buds have grown on the branches. I seem to see it grow sturdily and bathe in the spring sunshine. Isn't that bud full of vitality?
I remember summer, a season full of new green. In that small garden that belongs to me, there are countless flowers and grasses. The grass-green earth shines, and the flowers bloom more brilliantly! Scattered flowers were scattered in the small garden. Although there is no beauty of peony or fragrance of jasmine, it is still so lovely and beautiful. In the distance, a yellow spot is coming, getting closer and closer! Oh, it's a bee, Tiny. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar. When it left, the pollen followed, and accompanied the bees to settle everywhere. Isn't that our hardworking gardener?
I remember autumn, the harvest season. The fields are full of golden yellow, undulating with the wind like rolling waves. In the orchard, apples and pears are covered with branches, which makes people drool. Take a bite, the fragrance is overflowing, which makes people unforgettable for a long time. On campus, we chattered endlessly, and we missed each other all summer.
I remember winter, a warm season. Although the leaves have fallen, there are still birds singing in the trees occasionally. Although the grass is yellow, it will grow again next year; Although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, the New Year greeting cards are full of warmth everywhere. It entrusted the friendship, sincerity and blessings of the students. Isn't that the warmth for a long time?
Recall the past and look forward to the future. Let them be full of birds, full of new green, doomed to harvest, full of warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories!
5. Abbreviation Memories Li Xinghua1April 28th, 927 sixteen years ago, and I will never forget that day.
It was a hard day for my father, and it has been sixteen years now. That spring, my father came back late every night.
Every morning, I don't know when he goes out again. Sometimes he stays at home, burying himself in sorting out books and documents.
I crouched beside him and watched him throw books and written pieces of paper into the stove. I asked him strangely, "Dad, why did you burn it?" It's a pity. "
After a while, my father replied, "If you don't want it, just burn it. What does your child know! " Father is very kind. He never scolds us or hits us.
I always like to ask my father a lot of childish and ridiculous questions. No matter how busy he is, he is always interested in my questions and always tells me patiently.
This time, I don't know why my father gave me such a vague answer. Later, I heard from my mother that the warlord Zhang was going to send someone to investigate this matter.
In order to avoid the destruction of the party organization, father had to burn some books and documents. It's only been two days, and something really happened.
Workmate Yan Zhensan went shopping early in the morning and didn't come back until evening. The next day, my father knew that he had been taken to the police station.
We all feel very uneasy and anxious for this worker. The situation is getting worse and worse, and my father's work is getting more and more tense.
His friends advised him to leave Beijing, and his mother advised him several times. The father said firmly to his mother, "didn't I always tell you?" I can't leave Beijing easily.
You need to know what time it is and how important the work here is. How can I leave? "Mother had to say nothing more.
A terrible day has really come. On the morning of April 6, my sister put on a new coat, and my mother took her for a walk in the children's amusement park.
Father is writing in the back room, and I am sitting on the bench in the outhouse reading the newspaper. Before I finished reading the short news, I heard several sharp gunshots, followed by a tumultuous cry.
"What? Hey! " I stared and asked my father. "Nothing, don't be afraid.
Star, come with me and have a look outside. "Father unhurriedly took out a shiny little pistol from the drawer and went out.
I followed him closely, walked out of the yard, and temporarily hid in a secluded hut. After a while, there was a heavy sound of leather shoes outside.
My heart was beating violently and I looked at my father in horror. "Don't let go of one!" There was a rough roar from the window.
Gendarmerie in gray uniforms and boots, plainclothes detectives and policemen in black uniforms poured into the small room. They surrounded us like a group of demons.
Each of them held a pistol and pointed the gun at my father and me. In the military police, I found Yan Zhensan, a worker who was arrested a few days ago.
He had a rope tied to his arm and was pulled by a fat plainclothes detective. The plain clothes detective with a juryman's face pointed to his father and asked Yan Zhensan, "Do you know him?" Yanzhen San shook his head.
He has a pale face in the middle of his long hair. It is obvious that he has been tortured. "Hum! You don't know him? I know him. "
The detective sneered and told his partner, "Look, don't let him kill himself. Take the pistol away first!" " "They took my father's pistol and searched him all over. Father's usual stern attitude didn't tell them anything.
Because he knew they had no reason. The cruel gangster tied up his father and dragged him away.
They took me, too. In the courtyard of the police station surrounded by high brick walls, I saw my mother and sister being taken.
We were held in a women's detention center. Ten days passed, and we never saw our father again.
One day, when we were having lunch, we heard the police calling our mother and daughter's names and saying that they had been arraigned. We met our father in court.
Father still wears his old gray cotton gown, but he doesn't wear glasses. I saw his calm and kind face under his unkempt long hair.
"hey!" I couldn't help shouting. Mother cried, and my sister began to cry with her.
"Don't shout!" The judge picked up the gavel and banged it on the table. Father looked at us and said nothing to us.
The expression on his face is very stable and calm. His heart was occupied by a great force.
This kind of strength is what he usually tells us-confidence in the revolutionary cause. "This is my wife."
He pointed to his mother and said. Then he pointed at me and my sister. "These are my two children."
"Is she your oldest child?" The judge pointed at me and asked my father. "Yes, I am the oldest."
I was afraid that my father would tell my brother, so I quickly said it. I don't know where I got my wit and courage.
"Don't talk too much!" The judge was very angry, picked up the board in front of him and slapped him hard. My father understood at once and said, "She is my oldest child.
My wife is a countryman. My child is still young. They don't know anything.
Nothing has to do with them. "The father had said these words and looked at us.
The judge ordered us to be taken away. So we met our father and said goodbye in a hurry.
I didn't expect this to be the last time we met. At dusk on the 28th, the police told us to pack our bags and leave the detention center.
When we got home, it was already dark. The next day, my uncle went to the street to buy newspapers.
He came back from the street crying with a newspaper in his hand. I saw that the first word in the newspaper was "Li Dazhao and others were hanged yesterday", and suddenly I felt a dark cloud in front of me and fainted in bed.
Mother was heartbroken and fainted three times, each time she just woke up and fainted. After a long time, my mother woke up and asked me in a low voice, "What was the date yesterday? Remember, yesterday was the day your father was killed. "
I cried again, picked up the newspaper from the ground, gritted my teeth and barely read it again. I whispered to my mother, "Mom, yesterday was April 28th."
Mother nodded slightly.
6. Abbreviation Memories Li Xinghua1April 28th, 927 sixteen years ago, and I will never forget that day.
It was a hard day for my father, and it has been sixteen years now. That spring, my father came back late every night.
Every morning, I don't know when he goes out again. Sometimes he stays at home, burying himself in sorting out books and documents.
I crouched beside him and watched him throw books and written pieces of paper into the stove. I asked him strangely, "Dad, why did you burn it?" It's a pity. "
After a while, my father replied, "If you don't want it, just burn it. What does your child know! " Father is very kind. He never scolds us or hits us.
I always like to ask my father a lot of childish and ridiculous questions. No matter how busy he is, he is always interested in my questions and always tells me patiently.
This time, I don't know why my father gave me such a vague answer. Later, I heard from my mother that the warlord Zhang was going to send someone to investigate this matter.
In order to avoid the destruction of the party organization, father had to burn some books and documents. It's only been two days, and something really happened.
Workmate Yan Zhensan went shopping early in the morning and didn't come back until evening. The next day, my father knew that he had been taken to the police station.
We all feel very uneasy and anxious for this worker. The situation is getting worse and worse, and my father's work is getting more and more tense.
His friends advised him to leave Beijing, and his mother advised him several times. The father said firmly to his mother, "didn't I always tell you?" I can't leave Beijing easily.
You need to know what time it is and how important the work here is. How can I leave? "Mother had to say nothing more.
A terrible day has really come. On the morning of April 6, my sister put on a new coat, and my mother took her for a walk in the children's amusement park.
Father is writing in the back room, and I am sitting on the bench in the outhouse reading the newspaper. Before I finished reading the short news, I heard several sharp gunshots, followed by a tumultuous cry.
"What? Hey! " I stared and asked my father. "Nothing, don't be afraid.
Star, come with me and have a look outside. "Father unhurriedly took out a shiny little pistol from the drawer and went out.
I followed him closely, walked out of the yard, and temporarily hid in a secluded hut. After a while, there was a heavy sound of leather shoes outside.
My heart was beating violently and I looked at my father in horror. "Don't let go of one!" There was a rough roar from the window.
Gendarmerie in gray uniforms and boots, plainclothes detectives and policemen in black uniforms poured into the small room. They surrounded us like a group of demons.
Each of them held a pistol and pointed the gun at my father and me. In the military police, I found Yan Zhensan, a worker who was arrested a few days ago.
He had a rope tied to his arm and was pulled by a fat plainclothes detective. The plain clothes detective with a juryman's face pointed to his father and asked Yan Zhensan, "Do you know him?" Yanzhen San shook his head.
He has a pale face in the middle of his long hair. It is obvious that he has been tortured. "Hum! You don't know him? I know him. "
The detective sneered and told his partner, "Look, don't let him kill himself. Take the pistol away first!" " "They took my father's pistol and searched him all over. Father's usual stern attitude didn't tell them anything.
Because he knew they had no reason. The cruel gangster tied up his father and dragged him away.
They took me, too. In the courtyard of the police station surrounded by high brick walls, I saw my mother and sister being taken.
We were held in a women's detention center. Ten days passed, and we never saw our father again.
One day, when we were having lunch, we heard the police calling our mother and daughter's names and saying that they had been arraigned. We met our father in court.
Father still wears his old gray cotton gown, but he doesn't wear glasses. I saw his calm and kind face under his unkempt long hair.
"hey!" I couldn't help shouting. Mother cried, and my sister began to cry with her.
"Don't shout!" The judge picked up the gavel and banged it on the table. Father looked at us and said nothing to us.
The expression on his face is very stable and calm. His heart was occupied by a great force.
This kind of strength is what he usually tells us-confidence in the revolutionary cause. "This is my wife."
He pointed to his mother and said. Then he pointed at me and my sister. "These are my two children."
"Is she your oldest child?" The judge pointed at me and asked my father. "Yes, I am the oldest."
I was afraid that my father would tell my brother, so I quickly said it. I don't know where I got my wit and courage.
"Don't talk too much!" The judge was very angry, picked up the board in front of him and slapped him hard. My father understood at once and said, "She is my oldest child.
My wife is a countryman. My child is still young. They don't know anything.
Nothing has to do with them. "The father had said these words and looked at us.
The judge ordered us to be taken away. So we met our father and said goodbye in a hurry.
I didn't expect this to be the last time we met. At dusk on the 28th, the police told us to pack our bags and leave the detention center.
When we got home, it was already dark. The next day, my uncle went to the street to buy newspapers.
He came back from the street crying with a newspaper in his hand. I saw that the first word in the newspaper was "Li Dazhao and others were hanged yesterday", and suddenly I felt a dark cloud in front of me and fainted in bed.
Mother was heartbroken and fainted three times, each time she just woke up and fainted. After a long time, my mother woke up and asked me in a low voice, "What was the date yesterday? Remember, yesterday was the day your father was killed. "
I cried again, picked up the newspaper from the ground, gritted my teeth and barely read it again. I whispered to my mother, "Mom, yesterday was April 28th."
Mother nodded slightly.
7. Memories of 16 years ago rewrite the composition 1. Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I have gradually grown from a childish urchin to a vibrant teenager. I am about to graduate and enter middle school. My alma mater gave me too much. When I left, I looked at my alma mater, the cradle of my growth, and I couldn't help being at a loss. Campus life is like a treasure chest to me. There are many treasures hidden in it. Although some of them have gradually lost their luster, one pearl is still dazzling. ...
I remember that time, it was a special fluorescent party held to celebrate the "June 1" Festival. On the stage, all kinds of balloons are dotted with colorful balloons, which are really dazzling. With the enthusiastic voice of the host, the party kicked off. The program was wonderful, with laughter, shouts and applause. It's too noisy! Everyone waved light sticks, as if they were twinkling stars, reflecting the burning bonfire and illuminating the big playground covered by night. It's our turn to perform four finales in the fifth grade. When singing, the days of hard rehearsal before the performance have long been beautiful memories, and everyone has devoted themselves to the performance. Especially when singing "Can we not break up", I have a lot of thoughts with my dance classmates who are full of dynamic steps. Yes, isn't this song just expressing our mood at this moment? What we want to say most is: "Alma Mater, can you not break up!" At the end of the song, the audience applauded. This is everyone's affirmation of our graduating class students. How could I forget?
The most exciting thing is the ignition ceremony. Teachers and representatives of young pioneers led us to shout slogans, and several energetic young pioneers started the torch relay ceremony, which pushed the party to * * *. The torch was blazing in the night, which made everyone's face red and stirred everyone's mood ... Listening to the high-pitched recitations of teachers and classmates, I understood that the revolutionary fire needs to be passed down from generation to generation ... The music sounded, and everyone stepped on the cheerful rhythm and danced in groups around the fluorescent fire. Some of them were in pairs, and some were in a small circle ... The whole playground was infected by this atmosphere, and everyone was boiling.
What an unforgettable night! In the depths of my memory, this beautiful memory, with colorful customs, is like a surging song, which is often sung in my heart. ...
2. Good memories
The past time no longer exists, but what leaves me the most is the memory in time. I once fantasized about going back in time, but I couldn't do it after all, so in my heart, the past life left me only good memories. ...
I recall spring, the season when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. We sang loudly and walked on the field path. Spring outing attracts children most, but cooking and running games are more enjoyable. We sat under the tree and looked at the sky. The sky is blue. Under the blue sky, the branches have sprouted, and I seem to see them grow sturdily, bathed in the spring sunshine. Isn't that bud exactly what we are full of vitality?
I remember summer, a season full of new green. There are countless flowers and grasses growing in that small garden that belongs to me. The grass is shining and the flowers are blooming more brightly! Sporadic flowers are scattered in the small garden. Although not as charming as peony, not as fragrant as jasmine, it is still so lovely and beautiful. In the distance, a yellow dot flies, it is near, it is closer! Oh, it's a bee, Tiny. It landed on a wild chrysanthemum, sucking the sweet nectar. When it leaves, the pollen goes with it, and along with the bees, it settles everywhere. Isn't that our hardworking gardener?
I remember autumn, the harvest season. In the field, you see, it is full of gold, which keeps fluctuating with the wind, just like rolling waves. In the orchard, apples and pears are covered with branches, watery and mouth-watering. Take a bite, the fragrance is overflowing and it will be unforgettable for a long time. On campus, we chattered endlessly. After a summer vacation, we miss each other. During the summer vacation, we learned a lot. Isn't that knowledge our harvest?
I remember winter, a warm season. Although the leaves have fallen, occasionally a bird can be seen singing in the tree; Although the grass is yellow, it will grow again next year; Although the cold wind on New Year's Day is still biting, New Year's greeting cards are full of warmth everywhere. It entrusted the friendship, sincerity and blessings of the students. Isn't that the warmth for a long time?
I recall the past and look forward to the future. Let them be full of birds, full of new green, doomed to harvest, full of warmth. Let them leave me more beautiful memories!