Composition on "I am standing in _ _ _ _ _ _ _"

I stood in front of the martyrs monument.

Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. I stand in front of the martyrs' monument with a heavy heart and full of emotion ... I want to pay high tribute to those martyrs who died in battle!

Standing in front of the martyrs' monument, my thoughts have already flown to that war-torn era, as if I saw the scene of the heroic struggle of revolutionary martyrs, as if I heard the sound of shells bombing on the battlefield. I was deeply shocked by the spirit of those revolutionary martyrs who fought bravely and died. They dyed the five-star red flag flying high with their own blood! Now, I am standing in front of the Martyrs Monument, and the warm sunshine shines on me. A happy and beautiful life is just around the corner. Is there any reason not to cherish it? Spacious classroom, bright sunshine and comfortable environment, we should also study hard. When the revolutionary martyrs shed their blood, didn't they look forward to today? We can't live up to their hopes! Otherwise, they will not be satisfied under the grave. Humen destroyed opium, and in the Sino-Japanese War, too many heroes paid too much for us. Their footprints are our role models today. We can't forget them ...

Standing in front of the Martyrs Monument, I presented a small white flower made by myself: "Ancestors, rest in peace. We will take you as an example to see the brilliant achievements of today's Chinese nation, such as Chang 'e-1, Shenzhou 5, Beijing-Hangzhou Canal, Zhao Zhouqiao, Yangtze River Arch Bridge, and the "Bird's Nest" of the 2008 Olympic Games ... I have deepened my cherish of the beautiful life now, and I swear to be the pillar of the motherland, revitalize China and create greater glories.

I stand on the shoulders of heroes. ......

There is a kind of thought called sublime, a kind of time called eternity, a kind of mood called touching, and a kind of feeling called nostalgia.

The old Mr. Wei Wei left, and he left peacefully with satisfaction and hope, leaving us with his red classics and permanent memories.

Reread "Who is the cutest person", let your thoughts walk through the channel of history and reality, and wander in the building of thoughts and emotions. This work, which touched me countless times in middle school, brought me back to that time when people were filled with emotion and full of ambition. "Dear friends, when you get on the first tram in the morning and walk to the factory, when you go to the field with a plow, when you drink a cup of soybean milk and walk to school with your schoolbags on your back ... please realize that this is a kind of happiness ..." Lang Lang's reading voice echoed in the classroom for a long time, and a feeling of reverence came to mind. For the first time in my life, I really understand who is the cutest person, and I have such emotional feelings for the first time. Therefore, being a soldier became my initial ideal, and up to now, soldiers are still my most revered idols.

A good book is a classroom and a good article is worth a thousand words. As a military writer, Wei Wei, with his profound thoughts, rich emotions and unique color of truth, shaped the group image in the Battle of SongGu Feng for us, and made us remember those simple and lovely names as vivid as Akita red sorghum. It is such ordinary people who created the legend in the history of human war, and it is such a group of people who became the most lovely people of that era. Different from the heroes in Gao Daquan's other works and the grand and perfect narrative way, Who is the cutest person has put on a shining coat of humanity for the cruel war in a lyrical way like prose poetry, which has blown a warm wind to revolutionary heroism, directly hit the readers' hearts, and deeply touched and infected generations like us from the perspective of outlook on life and values.

In a sense, we grew up bathed in the wind of revolutionary heroism, and we stood on the shoulders of heroes and raised our ideal sails. Thanks to Wei Wei for creating a vivid heroic image for us, and thanks to Wei Wei for setting an example in our hearts. In my heart, Wei Wei is as revered as the characters in his works.

The wheel of history is rolling forward, and the times are inevitably shuffled. Today's young people can't understand the heroic complex of that era, but instead make public their individuality and worship idols. I don't feel sorry for it. One era has its own characteristics, and another era has its own limitations. After all, the works that promote lofty, great and ideal, such as Years Burning with Passion, Bright Sword and Soldier Assault, have become hit dramas and occupied a world in the hearts of young people. Time has passed, and it is inevitable that there will be a sense of alienation. However, who is the most lovely person is still my favorite in my mind. Wei Wei's position in the history of contemporary literature in China and the brilliance of his red writer will never fade away in my heart.

This article is dedicated to the memory of Mr. Wei Wei.

I grew up standing in the moonlight.

Night, silent.

The distant radiance pours down from a distance, like a gauze, silently covering the earth in the moonlight.

Pushing open the window, the distant scenery has lost its clear and distinguishable lines and merged with the shady scene into a poetic ink painting. By the dim moonlight, I leaned against the windowsill, thinking about the past.

I remember when I was a child, I asked my mother, "Mom, what is that round thing?" My mother would say "that's the moon" with a smile, because I was still young at that time, and I didn't know the word "moon" very well, and I didn't know it would play an important role in my later life.

I grew up climbing the windowsill. When I am free, I always climb on the windowsill and watch the moonlight shed by the moon. It is faint and always so beautiful. I don't know when I got into this habit. I just looked at it quietly, as if I were enjoying a treasure. When it is covered by clouds, I will reluctantly leave and go back to my crib.

Looking back now, I find that besides growing up with relatives and friends, there is moonlight.

I stood at the door of my conscience.

In today's society, some people don't know where their conscience is, so they say something ugly; It can be said that it was eaten by a dog. Compared with before, even if you see disabled people and poor old people in the street, you will be stuffed with some small change, but now, it can be said that it is very difficult! ! ! I saw such a story on the internet the other day. An old rag collector accidentally cut a young woman's jeans. The old man knelt down ten times because he couldn't get 50 yuan's compensation. The old man only has 0.4 cents in 8 yuan. When the reporter rushed to the door of Dewai Street Higher Education Press, he found a middle-aged woman in a gray down jacket pushing an old man in rags and shouting "Pay quickly!" Hundreds of passers-by watched. Next to her stood a woman in her twenties, with a two-or three-centimeter-long cut in her blue jeans. The pushed old man kept begging with tears in his eyes, holding a pile of Mao Piao, with a total score of ***8 yuan 04. "Don't you just broke a small hole? As for this, others will be difficult. " Looking at the old man kneeling on his knees, passers-by advised him to "be lenient with others."

In the face of accusations from passers-by, middle-aged women don't care, and insist on making the elderly lose money. Kneel in the face of "huge" compensation for the elderly. It is understood that at that time, the mother and daughter walked to the intersection near the higher education society, just as the old man turned on a tricycle, and the wire on the car cut a small hole in the young woman's pants. The woman's mother asked the old man to pay her 50 yuan money. In desperation, the old man "plopped down" and didn't want the other party to have any reaction at all. The old man knelt down ten times in a row. This angered onlookers. Mr. Wu, who works as a security guard in a nearby building, said angrily, "They are really cheating such an old man." Say that finish, he put the 23 yuan money in his pocket into the old man's hand. When the reporter tried to interview the mother and daughter, the middle-aged woman said, "Ignore her. Passers-by pooled money for the elderly. With the old man begging for reconciliation, the middle-aged woman finally called 1 10 to call the police. At about 5: 50, the police from the German foreign police station rushed to the scene to mediate, but the middle-aged woman thought that the compensation was not enough and refused to settle.

At this time, the onlookers spontaneously took out money, including one yuan, two yuan, ten yuan ... and finally got enough 50 yuan. The old man knelt down to the onlookers again and kept saying, "Thank you, thank you." After getting the money, the middle-aged woman took her daughter and left without saying a word. At that time, onlookers said that 50 yuan's compensation was unfair to the elderly. The police also expressed helplessness, saying that this was a civil dispute and they could only act as mediators. Here, I want to ask the middle-aged woman; As a person, why trample on the dignity of others? ! I think many people will cry after reading this touching story! This reflects the cruelty and kindness of people in today's society! However, have you ever wondered how wonderful the world would be if there were no cruelty? ! ! Without cruelty, like the grandfather in the above story, you wouldn't be so pitiful, so humiliated, so undignified ~ ~ ~ ` friends!

I think, if that grandfather is your grandfather or father, you will never tolerate others trampling on his dignity! Perhaps, you will fight to the death with the man who trampled on the dignity of your father or grandfather! My friends, standing at the door of conscience, what would you do? Are you as ruthless as that middle-aged woman or as caring as the public? Therefore, I appeal to you; Friends, pick up your lost conscience! Let's act together and contribute our love, and the world will become a beautiful world. ...

I stood at the door of choice.

When I was very young, I once heard a story from my grandmother: It is said that a long time ago, a lake grew under the distant Changbai Mountain. One of the characteristics of this lake is that the water temperature remains constant all year round, which is very suitable for people to swim or take a bath. Therefore, it also attracts many tourists. This winter, the lake welcomed three special customers. They are special because their height is stepped. They are thin, but enthusiastic. As soon as they got to the lake, they stripped off their clothes and plopped into the lake in an orderly way.

When they finished taking a bath and enjoying the lake, they found that the clothes and trousers left by the lake were gone, and the three of them looked at each other in unison. At this time, an old man with a white beard appeared on one side of the lake. The old man is wearing a white shirt and a long sword around his waist. The appearance of the old man excited them all. The tall man opened the topic first: Grandpa, give us some clothes and pants. The old man stroked the bearded chin: clothes and trousers are available, but. The man is in a hurry: but what? The old man breathed a sigh of relief: you can only choose one of clothes and pants. Why? The short man doesn't understand. There is no reason. It's up to you whether to choose or not. I don't insist. The old man turned to go, and the tall man said, don't go yet, old man. Let's think about it. The old man turned and said, you have five minutes.

The three of them began to discuss, but they couldn't reach an agreement because of different opinions.

Five minutes passed quickly, and three people also made a choice. The tall man made a decision first. He chose his clothes. He left the lake naked in the old man's clothes. After the tall man left, the man in the middle also made a decision. He chose pants. He put on his trousers and staggered away from the lake with bare arms. Only the short man is still immersed in the lake. The old man asked the short man why he didn't make a choice. The short man smiled and said, I want to stay in the water for a while. After a while, the short man went ashore. He smiled at the old man, who didn't know why. The short man pointed in one direction and said to the old man, look, old man. The old man looked in the direction pointed by the short man. The short man quickly grabbed the sword from the old man's waist. When the old man turned around, the tip of the long sword was aimed at the old man's neck. Old man, we are guilty. As he spoke, the short man took back his clothes and trousers from the old man. When the short man put on his clothes and trousers, the old man was gone. The short man looked around and saw no sign of the old man. The short man looked up at the sky and saw a white cloud floating to the other side quickly.

I was too young to understand the meaning of this story. But with the increase of age and experience, I began to understand the connotation.

In our real life, many people, like the tall man in the story, are willing to sell their dignity in order to survive. There are also many people who are as good-looking as the middleman in the story and overemphasize self-esteem at the expense of their own lives. Few people, like the short man in the story, never compromise in the face of difficulties and actively confront all difficulties with an optimistic attitude. So as to defend their dignity and maintain their livelihood.

In fact, difficulties and setbacks are not terrible. The key is whether we have an optimistic attitude and dare to fight against all difficulties and setbacks.

I stand at the gate of heaven.

First of all, I must admit that I am a timid and pessimistic girl.

After reading the essay "Not Bad Money" in the Spring Festival Evening of 2009, Xiao Shenyang said, "A person's life is very short, and sometimes it is the same as sleeping. When I close my eyes, I make money, and the day passes. When I close my eyes, I don't make money, and life passes ... "This has always made me nervous, because I am afraid that I can't open my eyes at a certain moment. I once naively thought that I was a good person, and I would be an exception. However, one afternoon, I suddenly felt very sleepy. As soon as I closed my eyes, I struggled a few times, but I really couldn't open them. ......

When I woke up, I was pushed by two guys without chins and stumbled to a temple. Suddenly someone shouted, "Your Majesty, should this guy go to heaven or hell?"

"Should I go to heaven or hell?" Hey, I haven't thought about it yet.

"Listen carefully, Mr Four Eyes. Now you truthfully report what you did in your last life. We will record your confession truthfully, and then a jury composed of judges of our size will decide whether you are this person's hell or heaven? " I looked up, and a guy covered with maggots was shouting loudly, and a row of skinny guys next to him were grinning and showing off.

I was shocked and panicked, thinking, did I really come to the legendary death gate?

At this time, someone in the row of skinny guys shouted, "Say it, say it ..."

I shook my head helplessly and felt very depressed. I didn't think I would be famous as Mr. Four Eyes. Finally, such interrogation is needed. Ask yourself, over the past few decades, my Mr. Four Eyes has been conscientious and diligent, working hard for the students ... I have done nothing wrong, but I am clumsy and bullied by others. .....

"I have nothing to say. Go to heaven or go to hell, whatever you want! " I looked up and shouted.

"Mr. Four Eyes, don't get me wrong." Yang Yang, a skinny guy, wrote a book, "This book contains the good and evil of each of you. We're here for a routine trial, just to give everyone here a chance to defend themselves. Those who do good, pursue progress and treat life well will be sent to heaven, and those who do evil on earth will be sent to hell. You broke your heart for the students before your death, and you are diligent and honest. We will let you go to heaven. "

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As soon as I heard it, I was in a hurry. I was all over, ready to resist. At this time, the man who cut my hand behind me pushed me to the door and pushed me forward hard. I suddenly felt my eyes light up and fell off the bed. ......

I pinched my thigh and it hurt. I realized that I had a nightmare.

Looking at the green leaves outside the window, I feel a little calmer, but I am still worried about the nightmare just now, but I am a little lucky. Treat us as modern people. In the past 100 years, no one's life has been hurried through. We are lucky to come to this world and live until now, and we don't know when we will be called to heaven. Every day is as busy as usual, but who has ever been like this, even in a dream?

I am standing in the Summer Palace.

I stood in the Summer Palace, looking up at the historical sky.

By the end of the Qing Dynasty, it seemed to be a fixed trend to fight, lose and sign. Old China was shrouded in boundless darkness, overwhelmed, scarred and full of vitality. At this critical moment, Empress Dowager Cixi misappropriated half of the annual naval funds and rebuilt the Summer Palace. The Reform Movement of 1898 seems to have brought new hope to China. However, in just 103 days, the reform died, and the main battlefield of reformists and conservatives this time was the Summer Palace. After the failure of the reformists, Emperor Guangxu was also imprisoned in the Summer Palace.

In Qingyi Garden of the Summer Palace, there is a huge stone called Qing Xiu, commonly known as "prodigal stone". It turned out to be in the mountains of Dafang Mountain. After discovering it, Mi Wanzhong, a servant of the Ming Dynasty, spared no expense to move it into his garden. Mi Wanzhong tried his best to move it, but he still failed. The boulder was abandoned in the country road, and the "prodigal stone" was also due to rice. Later, Qianlong discovered this stone as a treasure and ordered it to be moved into Qingyi Garden. At that time, the main entrance of Qingyi Garden had been repaired, and Qianlong ordered to tear down the wall door and move the boulder into the garden. Empress Dowager Cixi suddenly felt ominous and said, "It's ominous to fail the Mijia family and break our door." Although I can't say how the stone looks, the Qing Dynasty really went downhill.

1900, Eight-Nation Alliance's guns destroyed the once elegant Summer Palace, and China's feudal dynasty for thousands of years also fell apart under the impact of imperialism.

I am standing in the Summer Palace, with a new land under my feet, but I have no intention to browse the beautiful scenery with vast smoke and red flowers. I look up at the traces of history, as if I saw every pavilion engraved with a scarred history, and every gust of wind blowing green leaves is telling the decay of the feudal dynasty. Every piece of land is witnessing the pale past, and I seem to hear the groans of history.

Quietly, quietly listen to the crying voice of the Summer Palace, look for historical footprints, and I look forward to a dream tomorrow. ...

I'm standing at the crossroads.

Left, right, or stand still. At the crossroads, no one else decided the direction for me. No matter whether the choice is correct or not, no matter what the environment ahead is, no one will bear the consequences for me, no one.

You can't see the road ahead. What will happen? Will there be birds and flowers? It is still a dead place.

Since you can't see all this clearly, turn left. There seems to be some light and some noise coming from time to time.

Then turn around and have a look. Although the brain has not given the final instructions, my feet have taken me to the left.

Curiosity is like pushing my hand behind my back, which makes me hard to resist, but the deeper I go, the more I start to be afraid. What if my choice is wrong? Does the light necessarily mean the way? Seemingly calm, maybe the heart is surging. The novelty of just stepping into this road has almost worn out. Regret and fear can't help flooding my mind. No, I want to go back. Although the road ahead is very flat, I walked a long and flat road and suddenly came to a steep hillside. What should I do? Sudden snowstorm is the biggest enemy of greenhouse flowers.

I just started to rush to the intersection. I didn't feel like I just stepped into this road at all, and I have ignored the scenery on the roadside. God, please let me go back to the intersection just now. I've heard too many stories about carelessness leading to tragedy. I don't want to be the next arrival of tragedy. I want to leave here and go back to the intersection just now.

Suddenly, I stopped and looked around, and the scenery was very different. The light was dim and the road became muddy. It turns out that I just passed through a swamp. Fortunately, I didn't enter the middle of the swamp, but narrowly escaped from the edge. "Where am I?" I asked myself a little uneasily.

Let's go back. Anyway, it is much better than the environment here. I listen to my inner voice, turn around, turn around. However, I was surprised to find that I had just passed that intersection. The light at the intersection is far away from me, and the faint light is almost level with the ground. It seems that even if you want to go back, you will face certain hardships. It is better to keep going, the front may not be bumpy, but you will definitely face the swamp when you turn back. It's better to go ahead than to bump back, and maybe you can make a difference.

With such a trace of faith, I continued to walk, and the road became muddy and bumpy. "Let the storm come more violently!" I tried to give myself courage with this sentence. But in fact, I am full of fear of the immediate danger. Only in this way can I understand what happened to those great men who transformed history and faced suffering before seeing the first ray of sunshine after dark clouds.

It was dark and it began to blow. Even a few thunders made me feel more desperate and helpless. Just then, a loud noise hit me and I suddenly fainted.

"What are you doing? Wake up. It's time for school. "

Well, fortunately, everything is in a dream!

I stand in the depths of the sea of people.

I stood in the depths of a sea of people, watching people coming and going, numb expressions, mechanical movements, repeating, repeating. . . . . .

My eyes are blurred, as if I had seen them ten years ago. At that time, I was very happy I play with friends every day. Although sometimes it is a bit awkward, it will be fine the next day, and I never hold grudges. Get up and leave school at a fixed time every day, but I never get tired of it. I feel that every day is a new day. Looking forward to school every day, looking forward to the delicious dishes cooked by my mother, looking forward to it every day.

When I was a child, I had many dreams, although they were unrealistic. But I am very happy, and I believe I can do it in the future. . . . . .

My mouth gradually evoked a smile, but my eyes were a little blurred. What kind of feeling is this? It's hard to describe, a kind of inexplicable faint heartache.

Once a friend, now a stranger. A small and warm home becomes big and cold. The good memories that existed before were lost to the cruel reality.

Modern people eat genetically modified foods with various additives and drink polluted river water. Pursue a house of tens of square meters and work hard for the bank for decades. Driving a car that wastes money and oil energy but can't run fast at home. Drunk, luxurious, flashy. There are crazy people on the internet and people who watch their jokes, but I don't know who the real monkey is. The whitewash of society covers up one filth after another, and we ignorant fart people believe it again and again.

But all this is only a small part of reality. Strange as it is, reality is indeed more incredible than fiction. The gap between today and ten years ago is that there is more money and less affection. Every festival is completely formulaic, where is the root? It took me a long time to find the reason for all this, because we lost faith, lacked communication and became numb to our own hearts. So everything is getting weirder and weirder. Although technology has facilitated our lives, it has also widened the distance between our hearts.

I can't change anything by myself, I can only complain and shout in my own way. I am eager to wake everyone around me and find the meaning of life. If there is a spiritual revolution, I used to be a pioneer, burning my soul and trying to light up one dry and empty heart after another.

It's getting dark, but the crowd is still there. I stood quietly in the depths of the sea of people, waiting and expecting with blurred eyes, and I was awake at that moment.

I stood in front of the map.

When I was standing in front of the map, China, who stood upright like a rooster, caught my attention. It is as deeply imprinted in my heart as a brand, and it also aroused my enthusiasm for the motherland. I often look at him at my desk.

Yes, I saw it. I saw the richness of the northeast in the cock's head. Daxing 'anling and Xiaoxing 'anling are in the northeast. The scenery there is very charming. In spring, trees grow new branches and green leaves, and the snow melts. In summer, lush vegetation and flowers are in full bloom, like a beautiful big garden. In autumn, they reward people with many precious medicinal materials, such as fruits and fungi. In winter, heavy snow covers the whole forest, making the scenery more charming.

Yes, I saw it. I saw three ribbons on the cock, namely the Great Wall of Wan Li, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. Let's start with the Great Wall of Wan Li, which is a great project. East to Shanhaiguan and west to Jiayuguan. The Yangtze River flows through many cities, such as Nanjing, Wuhan, Chongqing and Kunming, and the Yellow River also flows through Lanzhou, Xi and Zhengzhou.

Yes, I saw it. I saw the heart of the rooster-Beijing, which is the political, economic and cultural center of our country. There are the majestic Tiananmen Gate, the world-famous Great Wall of Wan Li, the Forbidden City, the Temple of Heaven and the Summer Palace with a long history, and many high-rise buildings and overpasses full of modern flavor. There, ancient culture and modern civilization complement each other.

I watched, and the more excited I was, the more I loved my motherland. From this painting, I saw the world's brilliant yesterday, thriving today, and seemed to see its bright future. Having said that, I remembered the song "Descendants of the Dragon": "There was a dragon in the ancient East, and its name was China. There is a river in the far east. Its name is Yellow River ... "

I stand at the door of society.

I stand at the door of the society, but my heart is constantly hesitating, and one foot is raised and put down. Is this the door to society? I'm still sad. ......

I won't give up on my parents. They looked at me with longing eyes, at their slightly pale hair, at their boring hands and at their no longer tall and straight bodies. My heart is shaking. Every wrinkle on their faces is caused by all my sins, and it is the hard-working heart that is invisibly portrayed on their faces every day. Whenever I am sick, they are always around looking for me; When I was faced with various choices and couldn't make a choice, they gave me the most suitable advice and helped me analyze; When I was at a loss. They always encouraged me when I decided to give up. ......

Dear mom and dad, please forgive your daughter's selfishness and ignorance, and forgive her for constantly disappointing you. Seeing that you keep shaking your head and sighing, and seeing that you are working with illness, your daughter will also feel distressed! Today, my daughter is about to enter the society. I will be a good person. I will take care of myself, and please take care of yourself. Daughter wants to always be filial to you!

I won't give up my teacher. They always smile, giving people a warm feeling. Whether it is cold or hot, they stick to their jobs. They sow the seeds of hope in the hearts of students, they show us the stage of self, and they give us the steps to realize our dreams. It was they who gave us a unique explanation when we were worried about the topic; They taught us how to be a man and how to be a useful person. They did their best for our study. ......

Dear teachers, thank you for always encouraging me and teaching me how to "dream" and how to realize my dream. Thank you for your selfless teaching and careful care ... today, your students will step into the door of society. I will firmly remember your words, be a useful person to society, and have the courage to pursue my dreams. teacher for a day, father for a lifetime. You will always be my teachers. You are the best portrayal of spring. Silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night!

I still don't give up on my friends. Their bright eyes and smiling faces are so bright, so beautiful and so brilliant. We laughed together, cried together, lost together ... The most important thing is that we have persisted together until now. We hand in hand shoulder to shoulder, ups and downs we face together. We discuss problems together, face setbacks together and share joy together; We walked through the streets together, galloped in the world together and felt everything together. ......

Dear friends, the door of society has been opened to us. We are about to step into this door and enter a world we have never felt before. Let's cheer together! No matter what the result is, I just want to move forward bravely. We are still young and have countless choices, even mistakes are worth it. No matter whether the result is right or wrong, I am happy that I have worked hard! Let's fly together with our dreams!

Now that I am standing at the door of society, everything has changed slightly. Maybe I'm still hesitating, but I won't be afraid, I'll go forward bravely! Life always has a dream, perfect or imperfect, but no dream is the most miserable. I will take my dream to the society, and I will try my best to realize it. I will fly higher and higher with my dreams. ......

I won't hesitate any longer. Dear parents and teachers, I will become a useful person to society. Friends, let's summon up confidence, work together and face it together!

Today I stand at the door of society. ......