From the shock of "spring thunder makes everything grow" to the summer solstice of "Lv Yun is still full of powder, and the lotus flowers begin to spread fragrance", the heat of "autumn harvest", and the dew, autumnal equinox, first frost, beginning of winter, slight cold and severe cold of "he knows that the dew tonight will be frost" ... we are staring at the beautiful screen. Seasons alternate, the temperature changes, and finally it is set in today-beginning of spring. At the same time, the Beijing Winter Olympics, which has attracted much attention, has slowly begun. We sat in the classroom, witnessing the history and unforgettable moments in our senior three lives.

Needless to say, the blue ink is transformed into the choppy waves of how the Yellow River water rises to heaven, and the crystal clear five rings of ice and snow formed by 24 laser sculptures are slowly lifted off in the crisscross of light and shadow, not to mention the snowflakes with 100 representing national names around the Ran Ran Winter Olympics flame, a series of visual feasts, the perfect combination of traditional culture and modern technology, the romance of China and the Olympic spirit passed down from generation to generation ... all these bring us feelings. But what impressed me the most was not the magnificent fireworks or the colorful performances, but the picture of the national flag entering the stadium. More than 100 ordinary people from 56 nationalities and all walks of life stood in two rows, representing all the people, and handed the five-star red flag hand in hand to the national flag team. The melody of "My People, My Motherland" echoed in the venue. At that moment, tears blurred my eyes. "You can always trust the soldiers in China," was the only sentence that flashed through my mind. The camera was far away, but I really saw them wearing military uniforms and looking determined. The national flag is in their hands, flat and not wrinkled. That is the sustenance of the people. People handed them the national flag. From then on, Rao is Qian Shan, and he will lay down his life for the peace of the mountains and rivers.

When I left the classroom, the opening ceremony was not over yet, so I hurried home to finish it. After the end, the background of the words "Central Radio and Television Headquarters" on the TV screen is Beijing tonight. When I turned off the TV, my mother sighed, "Beijing is developing so fast." Yes, there are thousands of bright lights in Beijing tonight. Once upon a time, there was no such bustling scene to decorate the night in Beijing. Looking out the photos in 2008, my mother hugged me when I was four years old. I wore two pigtails, waved the banner of "I cheer for the Olympics" and smiled brightly at the camera. Fourteen years have passed quickly, and that little me has reached adulthood, and my motherland has made great achievements that attract worldwide attention during these fourteen years. Now, with the eyes of the whole world, with the expectation and struggle of all Chinese sons and daughters, she is marching towards a brighter future with an unprecedented attitude of holding her head high. "Higher, faster, stronger and more United" In this winter, let's join the Olympic athletes galloping on the field to cheer for the future!