After reading this book with passion, I gently closed it and looked at the words "Linyuan", which seemed to be condensed with fiery blood, and it was more gorgeous and red against the white snow on the cover. In it, I seem to see a kind and kind PLA soldiers, struggling in the deep mountains and forests for their own ideals and the great cause of the motherland-the proletarian cause. The snow at this time seems to have merged with their smiles and souls.
For these soldiers, death is not terrible, blood, but also for this land they love and the flow of their lovely villagers, which verifies the hearts of children, and its pulse will always beat in this lush old forest. The strong wind and the dense forest of bullets can't scare them off, because a fire in their hearts and a belief-truly liberating the people-support them to stand up again and again in storms and blizzards until the final victory. They are persistent in their pursuit of life goals and are not afraid of obstacles. Even when there is no doubt, they are willing to fight to the death. Maybe they think that in the face of their own life, lofty ideals will have no regrets only if they struggle. Just like the old man in "The Old Man and the Sea" and the Shawton River in "Peak", they all advance for their beloved ideals. Although they all failed in the end, leaving only a pair of bones or a few faint traces in this vast world, they can never be knocked down mentally in anyone's eyes. Those who laugh at their unnecessary waste of life must be cowards, because only cowards laugh at the brave, more because they don't understand the feeling of devoting their lives to pursuit, and more because they don't have the courage and ideal. Deng Xiaoping also said: "We must always educate our people, especially our teenagers, to have ideals." A person who has no ideal is at a loss about his future and the road he wants to take. Perhaps, he wanders like a lost lamb and disappears into the darkness.
Without ideals, the Wright brothers would not have invented airplanes and realized the dream of human beings flying into the blue sky; If there is no ideal, it is impossible for Yuan Longping to cultivate hybrid rice and solve the problem of China with a large population and a small land; If there is no ideal, how can China have a long history of thousands of years? If there is no ideal, China will not stand up in repeated failures and recover lost ground ... Ideal is the beacon of life and the other side of life. Sometimes for it, through vicissitudes and years. China bid for the 2008 Olympic Games, dreaming of world peace and praying for the perfection of human nature. What's the difference between circle and non-circle? The next generation will continue to pursue.
When reading Lin, Yuan often felt the meaning of a word, that is "collective". The characters in this article, such as Shao Jianbo and Yang Zirong, are tight-lipped and inseparable from the collective, which can be said to be deep into the bone marrow and integrated with their own lives. Come in the wind, go in the snow, and come bit by bit under the struggle of memory. The word "collective" is believed to be known to all, and its artistic conception blends countless hearts. It seems to be a strange feature that people with strong collective thinking can break their heads and leave blood, and this will cannot be changed, and always put collective interests first.
Sima Qian, a writer in the Han Dynasty, once said: "People are inherently mortal, either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather." Dying for the collective must be more important than Mount Tai, and Xiao Gaobo lives forever for this Mount Tai. Life and death, for thousands of years, some people praised some people for laughing, and some even lamented: "Life and death have a life, and wealth is in the sky." In fact, life and death are just a thin line, that is, life and no life. Some people die magnificently, while others live in a different way, and they can get the end they deserve: some people die, are reviled by the ages, and are trampled by thousands of people. Those people desperately beg for their lives, but in the end they turn to dust. Don't care too much about life and death. You will come when it's time to come and leave when it's time to go. You are worthy of your own life and your own survival in this world. Why do you cling to an idea or a future result? The scars on Guan Tianpei's body and the loopholes in Huang Jiguang's chest have explained this truth again and again.
"Lin Yuan" tells not only the struggle with bandits in the early days of the liberation war, but also a kind of wisdom, courage and beauty of human nature, which is integrated into an almost perfect image of a person, a microcosm of the world and a blue sky. Although sometimes, dark clouds block the sun, after a shower, the clean water remains, white pigeons fly with wind chimes, the leaves are greener, the sky is bluer, and the sun shines on the dew. The cycle of the world is infinite, and so is beauty. Vaguely, yesterday is also today's navigation.
< Hongyan >: the reaction to a book or an article
I read the book Red Rock for the first time today. I have always been in awe of this good book. I didn't expect to have the opportunity to read the pages of this red book carefully after participating in this essay competition. Just look at the words on the cover: "Red our flag with blood", and the young heart will boil and want to return to that era when ideals and beliefs occupied everything!
On the eve of liberation, the struggle situation in the Kuomintang-controlled areas was very severe. When I saw the footage of Jie Jiang sending medicine to the guerrillas when he returned home, his eyes couldn't help wetting ... The rainy and foggy city gate and the bloody head in the wooden cage caught Jiang Jie's eye. She tried her best to calm herself down, looked at the list of victims and suddenly found her husband's name on the first line! I can't imagine what it's like to suddenly lose someone. How should a weak woman bear such a big blow? It is described in the book that Jiang Jie's eyes are full of tears, his chest is blocked, and he is afraid and unwilling to look again. She couldn't help crying out loud. A burst of dizziness made her unable to gain a foothold ... but the strong Jiang Jie immediately thought that she was shouldering the task entrusted by the party, and she had no right to express her inner pain here, and she had no right to stay. Her footsteps kept stepping into the mud, and the water and mud stirred up all the way splashed all over her shoes and socks, but she didn't know it at all. She is full of grief and indignation, and wants to bury the unforgettable pain deeply into her heart. Gradually, the eyes staring at the front finally replaced the tears that never flowed. The hatred hidden in her heart is more than tears and deeper than pain! Jiang Jie is a great woman and a strong fighter. She was tortured by the enemy for many days in Zhazidong concentration camp, and her indomitable spirit gave endless motivation to all her comrades there. The bamboo stick was nailed into every fingertip, and blood splashed. Our beloved Jiang Jie didn't make a sound, but she didn't know how much pain she had experienced ... It was she, a woman from party member, who calmly announced in front of the enemy that victory would always belong to us!
Hongyan spirit, like a bright red flag, inspires generations of enthusiastic young people to struggle for their ideals and beliefs. Countless sense of honor * * * produced a batch after batch of party member, defended the party's dignity and secrets with life and blood, cooperated with the armed struggle, and dealt a heavy blow to the enemy's reactionary arrogance. It is because of their efforts that * * * and the country's prosperity and peace today! How easy it is to say this sentence, but how many people in China are truly grateful now? Will the next generation of education gradually forget this once earth-shattering feat and sacrifice, keep children away from blood, and will the spirit in Hongyan be lost? Or just become a mechanical reading text in primary school textbooks? I'm afraid this will happen. Because I am in college, I just feel that the atmosphere in college is not a place full of passion and dreams. On the contrary, many people are bored, empty, depressed and impetuous, and have nothing to do except study and go shopping all day. Compared with the enthusiasm of young students in the revolutionary era who are eager to acquire knowledge and devote themselves to ideals and revolution at any time, I can't help but feel ashamed of our generation. Perhaps my view is one-sided, but the pursuit of fashion and excitement is the mantra of young people at present. Looking at the colorful world in front of me, what really comes to mind is the bright red sweater on Jiang Jie's determined and thin blue cheongsam, just like a bright red flag fluttering in the wind. What should I do? How to correctly position my values and outlook on life is something I still can't understand after studying in the university for three years. Perhaps the spirit of Hongyan, which is most worthy of our college students' study, does not exist, but its specific connotation changes with the changes of the times. As contemporary college students, we should have lofty aspirations and strive to build a more prosperous China and realize our own values! Perhaps faith is not as important as it was then, but the same goal has been pulling people who have worked hard for it to persevere and struggle!
Zhao Changping's heroic deeds of fighting gangsters on the railway campus have become a household name in Central and South China, and I admire him from the bottom of my heart. Not only does he add luster to us Central South people, but also to our young people. More importantly, I deeply felt a kind of tenacity and belief. I seem to see Jie Jiang's thin but tall figure before his death from his persistent smile when he was injured in bed. This is the Hongyan spirit inherited from the new era, which deserves every college student to ask himself and think seriously: how to establish true faith and fight for it? ! Hongyan, the flag dyed red with blood, will always fly in my heart and lead me forward.