Who moved you the most? It is Huang Jiguang who sacrificed himself for others; Li Dazhao was loyal to the revolutionary cause all his life; Mao who died heroically in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea; Lei Feng, who is still unknown and selfless ... They all touched me, but I have to tell you quietly that what moved me most was Jiang Zhujun Jiang Jie.
Jiang Jie is a * * * party member. In order not to reveal the secrets of the party, she is fearless and unwavering in the face of the enemy's instruments of torture. 1948, Jiang Jie's husband died unfortunately, and Jiang Jie was heartbroken, but she endured great inner grief and pulled herself together again and again to fight the enemy to the end. Cruel spies tortured Jiang Jie again and again in order to know the secrets of the Party. Jiang Jie stubbornly resisted and kept saying three words: "I don't know!" The enemy's delusion of torturing Jiang Jie failed again and again, and the gap in Jiang Jie was not exposed by torture. Jiang Jie is so strong and patriotic in front of the enemy, and his attitude towards the enemy is so awesome!
Because of the traitor's betrayal, Jie Jiang and his friends can only live in prison, but their hearts are always concerned about the motherland. In his cell, Jiang Jie and his cellmates wrote "On New Democracy" and "On party member's Cultivation" from memory to comfort and encourage each other. On the occasion of the new year, they made rough gifts with some common materials and gave them to each other. They wrote couplets, sang and danced together and had a happy New Year.
1949165438+10/4, the hateful enemy decided to kill Jie Jiang and his friends. Jiang Jie shouted a resounding slogan: "Long live the China * * * Productive Party! Down with the reactionaries! " The prisoners also began to cry together, so loudly that the enemy panicked. Their guns fired evil bullets and flew to Jiang Jie and the prisoners. Sister Jiang died so heroically!
Jiang Jie was a great man. He died heroically for his motherland by the enemy's guns. But what moved me most was that Jiang Jie was fearless in the face of the enemy's instruments of torture and never gave in to the enemy's torture. Jie Jiang's patriotic and strong spirit is admirable, and it also gives my mind a slight shock, arousing a warm current. Without the sacrifice of Jiang Jie and more revolutionaries, where would there be the liberation and victory of China? Without their sacrifice, where would we have a happy life today?
How many revolutionary martyrs sacrificed themselves for our happiness today? Great changes have taken place in the development of the Party from the old society a long time ago to the new society today. We should know the situation of the Party, repay the kindness of the Party, study hard and make great efforts to make our motherland China more prosperous and strong!
Chapter 2: My mother touched me.
At that time, I was moved by a warm maternal love. Mom, you touched me.
One night in the fifth grade of primary school, I was nervously reviewing for the final exam. Looking at the mountain of homework, I am full of helplessness. I am nervous, I am busy, my mother sees it in her eyes and is anxious in her heart. I can't help anything, so my homework can't help me either. I can only sigh and hope that I can finish my homework as soon as possible. But at this time, suddenly, the room was dark. "Oh, no, the power is out!" I was so anxious that I groaned like a headless fly in an opaque room.
Suddenly, a light came out of the room. My mother came up to me with a flashlight. I stopped moaning and saw hope. Mom said, "I'll give you light!" " "I just wanted to say' yes', but I thought that my mother was so late at work every day, so tired and so hard, and she was busy doing housework when she got home, plus my mother was in poor health recently. So, I said, "No, the electricity will be back soon. It's no harm to do it again." "
My mother didn't say anything, but sat silently in the small bed beside me and illuminated me with a flashlight. I saw my mother sitting motionless, holding her hands high and looking at me with kind eyes. Bloodshot and wrinkles on the face are easy to show up in this weak light. At this time, I was moved by the warmth. My mother asked me with concern while holding a flashlight, "Are you tired? Is it cold? When you are tired, do it slowly, nothing. " I touch my hair and pat my shoulder from time to time, which seems to give my mother the power of love.
Over time, I saw from the corner of my eye that there were fine sweat on her head, and her hands trembled slightly, which was a little too tired. I said, "Mom, you are so tired, have a rest!" " ""I'm not tired, you go on doing it! "After listening to her words, my eyes blurred, and my throat seemed to be stuck by a fishbone, and I choked. Tears of disappointment stayed. My mother wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and said to me, "silly child, don't cry, I don't have to work hard!" " "Suddenly there was light in the room. She slowly put down the flashlight, relaxed and smiled at me. At this time, I found that my mother's smile is really beautiful!
Mom, everything you did to me moved me. You touched me!
Chapter 3: Dad touched me.
"Only a mother is good in the world ..." This song seems to sing the voice of every child. In fact, while we feel selfless maternal love, we should also feel father's love for this mountain! One thing, my father touched me deeply and made me feel the deep fatherly love. I want to say: fatherly love is equally great!
When I was only four or five years old, one winter afternoon, I shouted to my father, "Dad, buy me a set of building blocks!" " "At that time, I saw that others had a set of building blocks, and I wanted to have a set of the latest building blocks on a whim.
"Dad, please!" I went from pleading to pleading.
"Why do you have to build blocks? Don't we have so many toys? " Dad said.
"If I have that new set of building blocks, I can build a small bridge, a Great Wall and a dream kingdom with my friends." I said.
"Well, then ..." I was very happy to hear my father's answer.
That afternoon, dad with a cold went to several stores, but he didn't buy the building block. Dad was so tired that he lay in bed. He kept coughing, and he frowned as if he were thinking something. But I was unhappy because he couldn't give me a satisfactory result and went to bed early.
In the middle of the night, I heard the sound of sawing wood from my father's room. I quietly looked into my father's room. He coughed under the lamp while fiddling with the block of wood in his hand. He also grinds with a knife and sandpaper from time to time. I don't know what he is doing.
The next morning, my father ran to my bed with a shoe box in his hand and a big smile on his face. I glanced at the worn-out carton listlessly, and my mouth curled: "No time!" After that, I put on my shoes and went to wash. At breakfast, there is a paper box next to my breakfast. I couldn't help but be curious. I secretly opened it and was shocked: there were pieces of slightly rough building blocks with different shapes, and watercolor pens were painted on the logs! I picked up a piece and rubbed it in my hand, smooth and delicate, just like I bought it outside. At this time, my father came to my side. I looked up at my father. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was unshaven and he looked tired. He patted me on the face: "Do you like it, son?" The skin on the fingers is rough. I saw a scene that puzzled me last night. In a flash, I suddenly realized that tears were gathering in my eyes and my vision was blurred. This tear is a tear of surprise and a tear of emotion. These building blocks are more precious to me than any toys! It is full of my father's deep love for me.
I am still very touched by this matter. I have always kept that set of building blocks. My father's deep love has always been with me and accompanied me to grow up happily. What I can do is to study hard and do some housework as much as I can to repay them and make my parents stop worrying about me.
Chapter four: The teacher touched me.
Teacher Mi's love touched me the most.
Miss Mi is not tall, but she is very old. She likes wearing a pair of reading glasses in class. Her eyes are round and her nose is bulging. She looks straight as a whole, but she is also a little strict.
I remember it was in the fourth grade. Teacher Mi asked all the students in our class to write a composition about their love for their mother, and then selected some people to take part in the competition. The next day, we handed the composition to the teacher. At noon, Miss Mi selected several students in the class and asked us to go to the big office with pens. I didn't know what to do at first, but when I got to the big office, I saw several students in Class 2 copying their compositions. Teacher Mi asked us to find an empty table to sit down, then sent us the manuscript, let us go to his desk one by one, and then told us about it. I received my draft and saw that it was full of red circles and red lines. I thought to myself: Teacher Mi is still correcting our composition so seriously at such an age, and there are more than 40 students in our class. Teacher Mi is really amazing! When it was my turn to find Miss Mi, the teacher said to me, "Meng Jialu! The teacher knows that what you wrote is true feelings. You add verbs and phrases before Say, and then write sentences smoothly. Finally, change the title of the article, your article will be better. " I went back to my chair, pondered over what the teacher said just now, swallowed again and began to change my composition. After I finished writing, I copied the composition carefully.
I will never forget Miss Mi's love. I like Miss Mi very much.
Chapter 5: The teacher touched me.
"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Every time I read this sentence, my mind will see the teacher's daily hard work and concern for us. Teachers are trainers of our knowledge, educators of our moral education, and a bright light on our life path. She gives us knowledge, gives us care and gives us the direction of success.
When I saw the teacher standing on the platform and giving us a lecture in a hoarse voice, my heart seemed to be pricked, and my heart was immediately surrounded by guilt, and I felt guilty all over. Ah, teacher, aren't you tired of teaching us when you are sick? Don't you need a rest?
Seeing you clutching your stomach, change our homework and write the teaching content, and try to decompress us. Ah, teacher, are you a robot? Where does your motivation come from? Is it just that low salary? No, your motivation comes from us, we give you strength, and you treat us as your children.
It is you who encourage us when we are depressed; When we win, you teach us how to win. Whether you turn a blind eye to us means pointing us in the right direction, or whether you feel dark to us or bring us light. Teacher, why do you always help us when we are in trouble? Teacher, you are our beacon. Teacher, you will always move me!