The story of the red scarf

Red Scarf

On February 13, 1922, the world’s first Young Pioneers organization led by a working class party was born in Moscow, Soviet Union. The newly formed Young Pioneers had no special logo. At that time, hunger and hardship were threatening the people of the entire Soviet Union, and of course the issue of the Young Pioneers' logo was not considered. Lenin's wife Krupskaya was very concerned about the growth of the next generation and suggested that the Communist Youth League design a unique logo for the young pioneers. At a meeting to accept new team members, an advanced female worker who came to the meeting took off her red triangle headscarf and tied it around the necks of the young pioneers, encouraging them: "Wear it, don't tarnish it! Its color is the same It’s like a revolutionary battle flag!” This is how the red scarf was born.

Not long after the birth of New China, on October 13, 1949, the Communist Party of China entrusted the Communist Youth League to establish a national unified children's organization-the Chinese Children's Team. In June 1953, it was changed to the Chinese Young Pioneers, referred to as the Young Pioneers. The Young Pioneers inherited the fine tradition of the children's corps during the Revolutionary War. Like the children's corps in the past, they used the red scarf as their symbol. The red scarf is the corner of the red flag, symbolizing the victory of the revolution. The Young Pioneers salute is to put the five fingers together and raise them above the head, indicating that the interests of the people are above all else. The call sign is: Always be ready to fight for the cause of communism. The stars and torches burn on the team flag, guiding the young pioneers to move toward a bright and future under the leadership of the party.

During the general strikes and the May 30th massacre in the province and Hong Kong in the 1920s, a group of poor children living on the streets grew up into glorious members of the Labor Boys League with the help of party organizations, and grew up through hard work in the revolutionary struggle. . The red scarf not only represents the corner of the red flag and the blood of the martyrs, it is also a symbol of an era, symbolizing the working boy group, the predecessor of the Young Pioneers, that enthusiastically devoted itself to the revolutionary cause in a difficult environment and experienced the test of blood and fire. . This is the origin of the red scarf. For more details, it is recommended to watch the Young Pioneers history film "The Flying Red Scarf".

Everyone should know only a small part of it. In fact, the red scarf has a long history and originated from the Russian Orthodox Church.

It was 1917 when the great revolutionary mentor Lenin led the people to victory in the revolution in Russia. At that time, the Orthodox Church was very powerful in Russia, and children would wear a red scarf as an identification mark when attending "Sunday Class" every Sunday. After the victory of the Bolshevik Revolution, the Russian Communist Party (Bolsheviks) set up the Young Pioneers to teach communist ideas in order to strengthen children's communist education. Because at that time, Russian society regarded the red scarf as an honor. The Russian Communist Party accepted it completely, used the red scarf as a symbol of the Young Pioneers, and gave it a new meaning - the corner of the red flag.

The Chinese Communist Party inherits the tradition of the Soviet Union, so our country’s Young Pioneers also wear glorious red scarves

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"The Story of the Red Scarf"

The red scarf is the corner of the national flag, the representative of the Young Pioneers, and the solemnity. We are proud to wear it on our chest.

There is an intriguing story between me and the red scarf, which confirms my growth process...

1. Yearning for a red scarf

New student I am an innocent and lively little girl. Every day I come to school early and see the big brothers and sisters with bright red scarves fluttering on their chests. They are so energetic. Their faces are all filled with a unique kind of enthusiasm. Style. Since then, I have been looking forward to it every day, looking forward to it, looking forward to the day when I can wear my own red scarf like them. How desirable that is!

Finally one day, the wish that had been pressing in my heart for a long time finally came true. After the solemn joining ceremony, I hung up the dazzling red scarf, which fluttered on my chest.

At that time, I was proud, excited, and sweet.

2. The Lonely Red Scarf

As I get older, I gradually understand the meaning of the red scarf, and I feel the restraint of the red scarf on me. It not only guides my thoughts, but also restricts my words and actions.

When you wear a red scarf and walk on the street, if you pick up a piece of paper on the ground and throw it into the trash can, others may not necessarily give you a look of approval; but if you Throw a scrap of paper casually, and others will definitely look at you and the red scarf with questioning eyes.

When you wear a red scarf, you have to carefully weigh your every move and pay attention to your conversation. This is very tiring and uncomfortable. Therefore, I gradually ignored the red scarf and did not cherish it as much as before. I just dealt with the supervision post every morning, took it out and hung it up, and then took it away when I got to class.

This went on for a long time, a long time...

3. Hang up the red scarf again

Until one Monday last year, a little girl awakened the red scarf again I respect and cherish the red scarf.

That day, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back as usual. I saw a little girl crying sadly on the side of the road. I hurriedly stepped forward and asked her what was wrong. The little girl sobbed and replied: "My red scarf." It's gone, it's the corner of the national flag, I lost it, I made a big mistake." Her words shocked me deeply. Yes, I don't know how many red scarves I have lost since the second grade. , but I have never been as sad as her. I just lost the purchase, bought it and lost it again. It never left a "scar", nor did I think it was an insulting behavior. But she, a sister much younger than me, knew that losing the red scarf was a big mistake. I was really ashamed. I walked over to comfort her and said, "Little sister, don't cry. The red scarf is lost. Sister, help you find it!" The little girl nodded and went to look for her with me. While searching, she kept mumbling: "Red scarf, red scarf." I'm sorry, I will take good care of you next time..."

This incident touched me deeply, and it was also deeply imprinted in my heart unintentionally.

Now every morning I will hang the red scarf neatly on my chest, letting it flutter in the wind with my happy mood...

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Composition "The Story of the Red Scarf"

As a Young Pioneer For people, the red scarf is a symbol of their glory. As a young pioneer, I also have a story about the red scarf.

I remember one summer vacation, my mother wanted to take me to live with my aunt on Hainan Island. Playing at home. When I heard this, I jumped three feet high with joy.

When I arrived at my aunt's house, my aunt saw me and said, "Oh! Long time no see, Die'er, you have grown a lot taller!" She said proudly: "Of course! Not only that, I also joined the Young Pioneers!" My aunt looked at the red scarf on my chest and said happily: "Not bad! Here, I'll give you one hundred yuan, and you can do it yourself Let’s go out and play!” I happily agreed.

While walking on the road, I saw the huge KFC sign and thought of the delicious cold burgers and French fries, so I couldn’t help but walk into the KFC store. The door. Immediately, I smelled a fragrant fragrance, and my mouth watered. I took the money and bought a lot of delicious food. I put all the things I bought on the table and ate them with relish. I got up. I was biting the chicken legs and drinking orange juice. After I had eaten and drank enough, I wiped off the oil on my mouth and hands with the red scarf on my chest.

At this time, I An old man sitting next to him saw this scene, and his eyes suddenly became wet. After I saw it, I asked: "Grandpa, why are your eyes wet? Is it because the sand has blinded your eyes?" He shook his head and said to I said, "Child! How could you waste this red scarf on your chest like this? It was bought with the blood of our older generation!" After hearing this, I suddenly felt ashamed and felt that I had failed the Young Pioneers. The title. I couldn’t help but hold back tears.

I deeply remembered the grandfather’s words. I thought: I must wash the red scarf when I go back. Be clean and at the same time make your soul more beautiful!

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Composition "The Story of Me and the Red Scarf"

Although the red scarf is just a simple piece of red cloth, sometimes it contains some special meanings. ——Inscription

The autumn wind is blowing, fallen leaves are all over the ground, and a golden season has arrived again.

I am still in this crowded small market. Although the dancing red scarf is no longer on my chest, I can still find traces of the past when I open the long-sealed memories.

At that time, I still had a bright red scarf floating on my chest. When the wind blew, it would twist its body hard and try to cooperate with the wind, like a burning flame.

I passed a small market and saw a foreigner talking to an apple farmer.

I guessed: The foreigner might live nearby. He wanted to buy apples, but he didn’t want to go to a shopping mall far away, so he went to this small market. However, he didn’t expect that people wouldn’t say anything. English, which clearly made him anxious.

I know a little English, so I wanted to help him, but I couldn't help but feel a little worried and scared, because he is a foreigner after all!

Just when I was hesitating, the red scarf on my chest floated up again. I saw it and thought: If this foreigner cannot buy apples, he may have a bad impression of China, and we may lose an opportunity for foreign exchanges. For the sake of friendship between China and foreign countries, I must resolve this matter. ”

I walked forward quickly, my heart pounding.

When I walked up to the foreigner, I mustered up the courage to say hello to him, and then I asked him: "What can I do for yog?" (Can I help you?) I don't know if it was because I was nervous or not good enough, but I said I don't speak fluently. I wonder if he can understand it?

He was very happy to hear that I could speak English, asked the farmer about the price of apples, and then told him:

“These apples are one yuan for a kilogram” (these apples cost one dollar a kilogram).

After hearing this, he immediately took out two dollars. My problem came again. Fruit farmers have little knowledge and don’t know how to convert currencies. And I am young and have no knowledge in this area. How can this happen? What to do?

My English is not good enough to explain to him. I had an idea, took out two yuan from my pocket and gave it to the fruit farmer, and weighed two kilograms of apples for the foreigner.

I explained the situation to him in very simple words, and he seemed to understand. Finally, he looked at my red scarf and walked away.

The people in the cycle looked at me approvingly. Although the foreigner didn't say anything, I knew that he must have remembered the red scarf, even though he didn't know what it symbolized.

This experience, and that red scarf, will be the most dazzling page in my memory.

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The story of me and the red scarf

Grandpa Li Zhaoxing, Minister of Foreign Affairs, spoke passionately:

There is a color that can fly in the heart for 50 years and never fade. That is the color of the red scarf

There is a kind of glory that makes people feel proud. People are still excited when thinking about it 50 years later. That is the glory of wearing a red scarf

There is a true feeling that can remain unchanged in the heart for 50 years. It is the sincere feeling for the red scarf

Every time I see a child with a bright smile and a red scarf flying on his chest on the street or on the screen, I feel excited - is this me more than fifty years ago?

How proud I am to be one of the first batch of Young Pioneers of New China!

I remember the night before I joined the team, the stars were twinkling outside the window. I couldn’t fall asleep for a long time. The teacher’s words kept echoing in my ears: "Tomorrow you will become glorious Young Pioneers. The red scarf is the corner of the five-star red flag and is the symbol of countless The martyrs dyed it red with their blood and lives, so cherish it! New China is not yet a year old, and it needs a lot of talents to protect and build it."

Wearing a red scarf for the first time! , we clenched our fists and swore: "Fight for the cause of communism, always be ready!" Then we learned to sing the team song, written by Guo Moruo and composed by Ma Sicong: "We children of New China, pioneers of our new youth, unite Inheriting our father and brother, we are not afraid of hardships and heavy burdens, and strive for the construction of New China..."

From that moment on, I felt that I had become a person with ideals, a sense of responsibility, and "grew up. people". I studied hard at school, and after class I helped the village's mutual aid group and cooperative herd donkeys and sow peanut seeds. I donated the few cents I earned from cutting grass to the country to buy tractors and airplanes. I also wrote letters for military families (most people in the village were illiterate at that time). ...

After taking off the red scarf, with the care of the people's government, relatives, friends, and teachers, I gradually became the first middle school student, college student, graduate student, and diplomat in the township, but the oath of the red scarf has been adhered to to this day. I am no longer young, but I will always be a child wearing a corner of the national flag in front of the motherland...

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"Red Scarf"

I can't forget the red scarf. Really, I love the red scarf.

The bright red scarf was once tied so lightly on my chest, and it was once so heavy in my heart. But, I love red scarves.

When I was twelve years old, when I was about to graduate from the fifth grade of elementary school, I finally became one of the last "veterans" in the class who had never worn a red scarf. It was not so much "honor" as it was It was with great difficulty that I joined the Young Pioneers, and finally wore the long-awaited red scarf. For me as a teenager, there was really nothing more exciting than wearing a red scarf. Although I will have to take off my beloved red scarf in a few months, because we will soon be promoted to the first grade of junior high school. Some of the "old and young pioneers" will be "promoted" to members of the *** Youth League, and a few of us have just joined The "new young pioneers" of the organization will soon reach their "expiry date", but I am still very happy because I am wearing a red scarf.

However, I shouldn’t wear a red scarf because my math scores are too poor. ——My math teacher has expressed this dissatisfaction many times and humiliated me in public more than once.

At that time, I was really afraid of taking math class, and I was also extremely afraid of the math teacher.

But, I love red scarves.

When I was in the third grade of elementary school, one day the head teacher asked who would like to order "Young Pioneers". I immediately raised my hand high because I thought that ordering "Young Pioneers" would mean joining the Young Pioneers. I happily paid the money and was ready for the teacher to allow me to wear the red scarf. However, a few days later, the teacher gave me a copy of "Young Pioneers" and said that I would read one book every month from now on. Only then did I realize that this was a magazine subscription, and the bright red scarf was just floating on the chests of my friends. It was so close to me, yet so far away.

I finally cried because I love red scarves.

We studied four subjects at that time: Chinese, mathematics, politics and natural knowledge. To be honest, I studied very hard at that time. I scored above 90% on every exam for other subjects, but I was extremely afraid of math class. I don’t understand why I have been afraid of mathematics since I was a child, and I am especially afraid of those damn applications that I still don’t understand, such as “two cars traveling opposite each other, going in the same direction, how slowly uphill, how fast downhill, etc.” question. It just so happens that there are at least two application questions in every math test, and each question is worth at least twenty points. This was doomed that I would fail the math exam, and it was also doomed that I would never be able to escape the math teacher’s frightening gaze.

It rained heavily that day, although there was no thunder.

The unfortunate math class came again, and I was once again called to the blackboard on the podium to do the damn "two cars spinning in circles" word problem. I was dizzy and stared blankly at the blackboard, and the blackboard looked at me helplessly. The math teacher finally got angry again. He slapped me hard in the face, tore off my red scarf, and then pushed me out of the classroom and kicked me down into the freezing rain. "How can such a student wear a red scarf? Who asked him to join the Young Pioneers?" The math teacher crumpled my red scarf into a ball and threw it into the muddy rain, roaring like a thunderbolt hitting my head. I was embarrassed and trembling with fear, but I didn't dare to pick up my beloved red scarf. I really hated math class. I also hate this math teacher to death.

I dare not wear a red scarf in school from now on. I am afraid of seeing the math teacher, so I can only hide my red scarf quietly in my schoolbag. I only dare to wear a red scarf when I go to the fields to hunt pigweed alone on Sundays. I listen to the singing of birds and feel the gentle breeze. From time to time, I look down at the beloved red scarf on my chest: Sunday, it really is. The dearest one in my youth, the only partner who could give me happiness and space.

I love red scarves, I love them so much. At that time, our children in the countryside almost never learned to wash clothes, but I always washed my red scarf very clean. How many years have passed in a blink of an eye, and most of my childhood memories have drifted away in the wind, but the bright red scarf is always floating in my heart...

I can't forget the red scarf, really, I love it red scarf.