My story with the red scarf

My story with the red scarf (15 collections) My story with the red scarf 1

Everyone knows about the red scarf! The red scarf is a corner of the national flag, dyed red with the blood of many revolutionary martyrs, and is a glorious symbol of the Chinese Young Pioneers. In fact, I wanted to wear a bright red scarf when I was in kindergarten. That happened five years ago, when I was still in the kindergarten class. Every time I see a primary school student wearing a neat red scarf, I cast envious eyes on the red scarf. Those eyes are so passionate and full of hope. I went home and asked my mother: "Mom, why can they wear red scarves but I can't?" My mother just said: "You are too young to understand it yet. You will naturally understand it when you grow up."

At that time, I was still young and didn’t understand, but I just nodded. Mom smiled slightly. However, my mother's words did not dispel my thoughts, but made me feel more about this matter. Later, I ate two bowls of rice every day and exercised more. Day after day, year after year, I graduated from kindergarten. When I first stepped through the gate of Yongchang No. 2 Primary School in Longyang District. There was a warm current passing through my heart and liver. Because I have successfully entered the gate of Yongchang No. 2 Primary School in Longyang District. One of my unfulfilled wishes is to wear a bright red scarf. I worked hard at No. 2 Primary School for almost a year, and at the opening ceremony of the new semester, I finally got my wish and wore a red scarf. It was at noon one day, and the host said: "Now, let our classmates wearing red scarves in the new semester come on stage."

I only heard the host read the names of my classmates one after another, and only heard Wan Mingkai read out. At that time, my mood was like a volcano erupting, my mood was as violent as a flood, and it was like an 18-magnitude earthquake. It felt like I was about to collapse. We slowly walked onto the stage. Some students from the fifth and sixth grades slowly walked onto the stage. The moment I put on the red scarf. I thought I heard someone speaking. I only heard: "Hello, you will be my master from now on. Let's fight together from now on!" Back to reality, it seems to be my fantasy, not necessarily true.

One time, on the way home from school, I suddenly saw a toy that I liked very much. I looked left and right, and all I wanted was that toy. The moment I hit the toy right away. The red scarf said: "Hey, what are you doing? Stealing is a bad habit. Chaucer said that 'greed is the root of all evil'. We are not allowed to steal. If you steal something, it represents you as a person. You are a greedy person. You just stole a dime for what you can get for a while, but you didn't think about others. This shows that you have a bad moral character. "I didn't steal anything later." This is my story with the red scarf. The Story of Me and the Red Scarf 2

Time flies, and in a flash, I am already in the third grade. In the past three years, the Red Scarf and I have developed a profound friendship from acquaintance to each other. The encouragement and help the Red Scarf gave me are vivid in my mind.

I remember when I was a child, whenever I saw bright red scarves floating on the chests of my elder brothers and sisters, I would be very envious and thought: It would be great if I also had a red scarf! After going to school, after my hard work, I finally became a glorious young pioneer. I was very happy to have my own red scarf. I remember that on Children’s Day, I stood on the stage and solemnly swore an oath under the team flag. The moment my eldest sister put a red scarf on me, I felt particularly excited and jumped up and down like a little rabbit. I quickly told my mother the good news after school, and my mother was also happy for me.

Since then, the red scarf and I have become inseparable good friends. We get along day and night, going to and from school together. Whenever I look down and see the red scarf fluttering on my chest, it seems to be encouraging me. Tell me: work hard and don’t give up. At that time, I will have confidence and tell myself not to be discouraged, overcome difficulties, and succeed.

The red scarf is my mentor and my motivation to move forward. It guides me to make unremitting progress and I cannot do without it. My Story with the Red Scarf 3

The red scarf is the symbol of the Young Pioneers. Every Young Pioneer must have a story with the red scarf, and I am no exception. Now, let me tell you the story between me and the red scarf.

It was a snowy day when I was about to go home. Suddenly, my red scarf was blown off by the strong wind. A car drove by and pressed the red scarf down, making it dirty. I pinched the red scarf with two fingers and carefully put it into a plastic bag for fear of staining my clothes.

After I got home, I walked into the bathroom, took out the red scarf, put it in the sink, turned on the faucet, and started washing. I didn't pay attention to the importance of the red scarf, I just rubbed it. Suddenly, I saw my name on the red scarf and thought: the red scarf is the symbol of our young pioneers. It is wrong for me to hate the red scarf. The red scarf was created by Chairman Mao, and Chairman Mao is the person our Young Pioneers respect the most. Therefore, disrespecting the red scarf means disrespecting Chairman Mao. From this, I felt very guilty because I had no respect for Chairman Mao.

From then on, I regarded the red scarf as my own treasure and never left it.

Everyone has a story about me and the red scarf, it’s up to you to discover it. If you haven’t discovered it yet, go look for it! My Story with the Red Scarf 4

Red scarf! How bright you are, you represent peace and friendship, and have enabled China to stay away from the terrible war and move towards the light. As a young pioneer, I should make contributions to everyone!

So, I came outside my home with a red scarf and walked slowly. Suddenly I found a young man who had finished drinking a bottle of delicious jar and threw it away, and the jar fell to the ground. I quickly ran over, picked up the can, put it in the recyclable trash can, and came to the park happily.

After a while, I saw an old man sighing in front of the wooden bridge. I walked up and asked strangely: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" The grandpa sighed: "Well, I am old and unsteady when I walk. I am also scared to cross a wooden bridge." "Grandpa, Don't be sad, I'll help you cross the bridge!" I volunteered, took the old man's hand and slowly walked across the wooden bridge to the other side of the bridge. The old man smiled and said to me, "You are such a good boy! Respect your elders, and everyone will definitely appreciate you!" I touched my face and said, "No way! This is what I should do." The old man listened. I smiled happily at my words.

After helping others this time, I feel very happy and happy. I also feel that helping others is helping myself, because when others are happy, you will feel happy too.

One time, I was coming back with a red scarf and a schoolbag on my back. The heavy schoolbag weighed me down and I couldn’t lift my head up. Suddenly, a burst of laughter made me look up. I was immediately dumbfounded. A child was walking in the middle of the road. He was playing with a remote control racing car. He was so fascinated by the game that he didn't care about the cars passing by. He was minding his own business. A truck rushed towards the little boy at a very fast speed, and I was so frightened that I panicked. At this time, the bright red scarf told me what to do. I ran over like I was stepping on the wind. I held the little boy in my arms and rolled to the side of the road. The remote control racing car was crushed to pieces by the big truck. After driving far away, I wiped off the sweat, helped the little boy up, and said to her: "When you play in the future, you must pay attention to safety and don't play so fascinated. It is very dangerous." The little child bowed in shame. head.

Ah! Red scarf, I finally made a contribution to society. This is the most unforgettable and happiest day in my life. I will do more things that are beneficial to society in the future. Story 5 of Me and the Red Scarf

When I was in kindergarten, I was extremely envious whenever I saw my neighbor’s eldest sister happily going to school wearing a school uniform and carrying a big schoolbag. .

One day, I curiously asked my eldest sister: What is the red cloth you wear around your neck? Why do you have to take it to school every day? My sister told me: This is a red scarf, dyed red with the blood of revolutionary martyrs. It is the corner of the red flag, symbolizing the victory of the revolution. I am a young pioneer, so I have to wear a red scarf to school every day! When you grow up, you can be like me! I nodded in understanding. I just look forward to growing up quickly and wearing a red scarf to school like my elder sister.

Finally, I look forward to the day when I go to elementary school. I look forward to wearing a red scarf every day. On the day we joined the team, when the big brother and big sister put on the red scarves for us, pride and pride arose spontaneously.

Since I put on the red scarf, it has accompanied me to and from school every day. Whenever I encounter difficulties, I will think of the revolutionary martyrs who were not afraid of hardships and hardships in exchange for the beautiful life we ??have today. As a young pioneer, you must work harder and be strict with yourself. Now that I am in fourth grade, I wear a red scarf to school every day. The bright red scarf is like my good friend, growing up with me. Story 6 between me and the red scarf

There are many stories between the red scarf and me. Some of them I have forgotten, and some of them are still deeply imprinted in my heart. Today, let me tell you about it!

One time, I came to the side of the road and saw an old woman with gray hair. I saw her limping and stumbling, but I still wanted to go there. There is a constant flow of vehicles on the road. She kept thinking: If she got to the road and a car suddenly rushed over, the consequences would be disastrous. So I couldn't help but ran over, took her cracked hand, and staggered across the road. While crossing the road, a car flew over quickly and unstoppably. I quickened my heavy steps and opened my feet, but the old woman didn't dare to take big steps because she couldn't see anything, so she could only walk slowly.

Fortunately, the driver immediately stepped on the brakes and no accident occurred. I gradually helped the elderly woman to the opposite side. The old lady thanked me repeatedly, but I said she couldn't thank me, but thanked me for the red scarf on my chest. This red scarf gave me strength and confidence, making me face it bravely and bear it. This red scarf means a lot to me. As soon as I see it, it reminds me of the 5.12 Sichuan earthquake. How many lives were lost and countless people helped them. Give them hope for themselves. Whenever I think of this, I will do everything I can to help people in need. My Story with the Red Scarf 7

Before joining the team, the teacher sacredly introduced to us: the red scarf is the symbol of the Young Pioneers. It represents the corner of the red flag and was dyed with the blood of the revolutionary martyrs. At the solemn moment of the next day, we proudly raised our right hands and swore to the team flag that we had always longed for in our minds: Fight for the cause of communism - always be ready! ! ! The senior classmates put on brand-new and bright red scarves for us one by one. The red scarves were fluttering in the wind...

One day, I came home happily, and my mother gave me a task and told me to go there. The small shop downstairs sold a bottle of vinegar. It was really a piece of cake for me. I readily promised my mother. I put the change given by my mother into my pocket, put on my shoes, and even the red scarf. Before I even took off my clothes, I hurriedly ran to the small shop. When I came to the small shop, I was greeted by a kind-looking aunt. She said gently: "Kid, what do you want to buy?" I replied hesitantly: "Well... I want to buy a bottle of vinegar." After saying that, the aunt took out a bottle of vinegar from the cabinet and said, "This bottle of vinegar costs 4 yuan." I quickly took out the change from my mother from my pocket and gave it to her. The aunt also gave me the change. , I took a breath and went home.

On the way home, I was counting the money carefully as usual, but I found that there was an extra dollar. I quickly returned to the small shop where I was just now. The person who greeted me was still the aunt, and she still treated me with kindness. I said to me in a tone of voice: "Kid, what are you buying again?" After that, I told her about the extra dollar and returned the dollar to the aunt. Then the aunt suddenly realized that she also praised me as a sensible child. Smiling happily, even the red scarf he was wearing was fluttering in the wind...

Time flies so fast! In the blink of an eye, I am now a sixth grade student. During this period, I spent five springs and autumns with the red scarf, tasting the five flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty. I experienced ups and downs, ups and downs, and achieved today's results. Story 8 of me and the red scarf

Whenever the bright red scarf flutters in the wind on my chest, I will always be proud of myself as a glorious young pioneer. Because the red scarf is dyed with the blood of revolutionary martyrs and is the symbol of the Young Pioneers, it has taught me many principles of life, so I respect it very much.

There are many stories between me and the red scarf. Just a few days ago, the red scarf taught me to do a good thing.

That day, I went to the "Condor Film and Television City" on Taohua Island with my mother's work unit. On the way to "Huang Yaoshi Tower", we came to a pavilion called "Blue Sea Chaosheng" to rest. In front of the pavilion, there were several local women selling melons. Aunt Zhang, who was in our group, was thirsty, so she bought a melon to eat. I saw the woman peeling the melon quickly and handed it to Aunt Zhang. Aunt Zhang didn't like eating melon seeds, so she threw the melon seeds on the ground. Suddenly, a woman next to him shouted and said: "Are you talking about hygiene? With people like you, the beautiful scenery is ruined. Besides, other tourists will also be slipped." Aunt Zhang suddenly said Being said to be very embarrassing, my face turned red and white for a while. I saw it and thought: How about I wipe it off! But, it’s so dirty! Suddenly, I felt very conflicted. Should I wipe it? Or not to wipe it? Suddenly, the will of the red scarf told me, let me do it, then I will feel extremely happy! I stood up, asked my mother to get a tissue, picked up the melon seeds one by one, and threw them into the trash can. At this time, my mother and several other aunts praised me for being good. I immediately felt an unparalleled joy in my heart. I know it was the red scarf that encouraged me to do this.

I happily visited the next attraction.

There are many more stories between me and the red scarf. I will do more good things and serve everyone in the future. Story 9 of me and the red scarf

I wear the red scarf every day. It is a source of pride for me. It represents primary school students and young pioneers. It is my good friend and my partner in growing up.

Ever since I was in the first grade of elementary school, I have been helping my classmates. If you don’t understand something, I will help guide you and solve the problem. I am always obliged to do so. However, I will not tell him (her) the answer to the question, but I will tell him or her how to do the question, so that if I encounter such a problem next time, as long as I do it seriously, I will definitely not make a mistake.

I remember one day, the sky was clear. During the break, the students all had a great time, with bright smiles on their faces. At this moment, something noticeable happened. While playing in the freshman playground, a classmate accidentally slipped and fell. His feet were bleeding and there were light bruises. I gently supported her, slowly came to the guard, applied some red lotion, and then helped her to the classroom to rest.

I help my classmates, and my classmates help me. When I was sick, he came to see me and kept me company, which moved me very much.

Red scarf, you are a wonderful memory. No matter when, I will never forget you and my primary school life, which was full of pleasure, joy and all the good memories. My Story with the Red Scarf 10

It has been six years since I wore the red scarf in the first grade. During this period, I have owned countless red scarves, but each of them disappeared quietly.

Speaking of these quietly disappearing red scarves, we must start with my character, Madaha: I am a careless person, and things in my hands often disappear within a few days of use. Those red scarves that quietly disappear are victims of this character.

I remember that the last red scarf in my elementary school disappeared like this: it was during the final exam. Early in the morning, I tied a red scarf around my neck and ran to school excitedly... When I went home after the exam, I could no longer find the red scarf. I rummaged through my school bag and searched my whole body but couldn't find any trace of it. I thought about its whereabouts carefully, and after thinking hard, I finally remembered that it was during the exam. The red scarf fell apart, and I stuffed it into the desk... Maybe it was thrown away when throwing paper balls, right?

In the past, all the red scarves had their own places to go (of course not the proper places). I was very excited when I put on the red scarf for the first time. I wanted to be with it every day, and I couldn't bear to leave it at night. As a result, after falling asleep with a red scarf in my hand one night, I could no longer look for that precious red scarf. I even cried a lot because of this. And that time, after school, I threw my schoolbag and red scarf on the bed and went to play. The next morning it was nowhere to be found. Later, when my house was being cleaned, the red scarf that had been covered with thick dust lay quietly under the bed. However, the red scarf that saw the light of day lost its glory and disappeared within a few days. Its whereabouts are still unknown. Maybe it is hiding silently in some corner... Occasionally, I find bright-looking red scarves in the trash can at home. There will be crumpled red scarves in the wardrobe at home, and the bright red scarf-like color can be faintly seen in the cracks of my TV cabinet...

Looking back, the red scarf has been with me for a long time. The red scarf has accompanied me from an ignorant child to a mighty young man today. During the days when we were together, I was proud of the bright red color on my chest, and I was also annoyed by the stuffy heat on my chest in the summer heat. But most of the time, I will strictly discipline myself because of someone else's inadvertent remark: "Hang the red scarf, you must...".

Nowadays, the days when the red scarf is with me day and night are numbered. I always feel a little sad when I think of those red scarves that were lost unknowingly. I really want to say sorry to those red scarves that quietly disappeared into my hands. It was because I didn’t know how to cherish them that you may still be hiding in a dark corner now. I hope that from now on, this red scarf on my chest will accompany me until the day I take off the red scarf. In less than a year, I will use my actions to prove that I love the red scarf, and I will let the red scarf fly on my chest forever. My Story with the Red Scarf 11

There is a color that floats in people’s hearts and never fades, that is the bright red on the red scarf! There is a kind of happiness that people can never forget, that is to wear a red scarf and become a glorious young pioneer.

When I was in kindergarten, I often saw some big brothers and sisters with a bright red ribbon floating on their chests. I was very envious. Just ask mom, what is that? My mother told me that it was a red scarf, dyed with the blood of martyrs and the symbol of the Young Pioneers. When I go to elementary school, if I perform well, I can become a Young Pioneer and wear a red scarf. From that day on, I looked forward to going to elementary school.

On October 13, 20xx, when our senior brothers and sisters put on red scarves for us, and when we raised our fists and swore an oath... I understood that I had finally become a glorious Young Pioneer. . Touching the red scarf on my chest, I felt extremely proud and proud. I secretly made up my mind to add luster to the red scarf!

The red scarf is like a strict teacher, always reminding me to be strict with myself, to be a good student of the teacher, a good child of the parents, and a good citizen of the society. I remember one night, my parents and I went shopping and reached the intersection. The green light happened to pass, and then there was a red light for 45 seconds. Watching the old man riding a tricycle and the aunt riding a bicycle rushing past like no one else, I also raised my feet.

A gust of wind blew over, and the red scarf on my chest fluttered in the wind, as if saying to me: "Little master, you are a young pioneer! You must obey the traffic rules!" I stopped my parents who were about to rush forward and said: " Wait, we have to abide by the traffic rules and don't run through the red light!" My parents patted my head appreciatively and said, "Our son has grown up!" The red scarf fluttered by the wind gently brushed my cheeks. It seems to be saying: "Little master, good job!" Looking at the red light that is getting smaller and smaller by the second, I feel sweet in my heart...

Red scarf, thank you, I believe that with your company, I will grow up healthy and strong! Story 12 of Me and the Red Scarf

When I was very young, I often saw some older brothers and older sisters in primary school. They all wore a bright red cloth around their necks and looked energetic. , and beautiful. I asked my mother, "What is that? Why do they all wear it to school?" My mother said to me: "That is a red scarf. The red scarf is the corner of the national flag. It is dyed red with the blood of revolutionary martyrs. It is the young pioneer of China." A sign of honor for team members. It is specially given to good children. When you go to school, you have to behave well. You can also wear a red scarf when the time comes. ”

Soon, I went to elementary school. I always remembered what my mother said, studied hard, completed the homework assigned by the teacher, united my classmates, and achieved excellent results. The first batch received the red scarf. , the day I received the red scarf, I was so excited that I almost ran all the way home. My mother was also very happy when she saw it and said: "I must be more strict with myself in the future and don't embarrass myself with the red scarf!" ”

From then on, I always hold myself to the standards of a young pioneer. I remember it was a weekend afternoon, I was playing downstairs by myself, and suddenly I saw a little sister by herself, so She seemed very anxious, so I walked over and asked her, "What's wrong with you?" When I asked her, she started crying when she saw me. It turned out that she couldn't find her mother, and she couldn't tell where her home was. What should she do? What? I had to wait with her, but her mother didn't come after waiting for a long time. I really wanted to leave her alone, but when I saw the red scarf on my chest, I thought I would never let her be here alone. Take it away, what should I do! Finally, I waited for her mother. Listening to the aunt's praise and seeing the little sister's happy face, I felt very happy. I believed that I was already a qualified young pioneer.

I am proud to be a Young Pioneer! In the days to come, I will work harder to do good deeds, be an excellent Young Pioneer, and be a Young Pioneer who loves the country, loves the school, and loves his classmates. My Story with the Red Scarf 13

It is a simple piece of red cloth, but it contains some special meanings. It is the symbol of our Young Pioneers - the red scarf has accompanied me throughout the journey. The six years have inspired me to make continuous progress, and it has become a testimony of my study and life, so I cherish it very much. I will be angry with anyone who gets it dirty or damaged.

A few days ago, The weather was sunny and the wind was beautiful. I ran around the campus, shouting and laughing, and I felt so happy. The next morning wind blew, and the red scarf on my chest waved its "little hand" to say hello to the wind. , I entered the classroom and wanted to take a rest. When I looked down, I suddenly found that the red scarf was missing. I looked for it anxiously, looked through the drawers and checked my school bag, but there was no trace of it. I sat in my seat frustrated. I thought. By the way, it must be on the playground! When I thought of this, I ran out with hope.

I looked around the playground and saw the red scarf lying in the corner of the playground. I rushed over, but at this time, the red scarf flew up under the force of the wind. It rolled with the wind, fell to the ground, entered the flower bed, and fell on the tree again. "Red scarf... red scarf..." "I yelled while trying my best to catch up with it, for fear that it would disappear. Just when I was about to catch it, "Huh--" A gust of wind blew again, and I saw the red scarf reluctantly following the wind. I hurriedly reached out and wanted to I grabbed it, but it seemed to be playing a game with me.

"You must cherish it! It is not an ordinary piece of red cloth!

During a school activity, an aunt was squeezed out of her wallet in the chaos. I bent down and picked up the bag. The wallet filled with a lot of money and more than ten cards made me stunned. At this time, I saw the red scarf fluttering on my chest, and I remembered my oath to join the team. I cannot discredit the red scarf. I am a glorious Young Pioneer. So, I walked up quickly and handed back the wallet. My aunt looked at me with grateful eyes. The passers-by looked at me with approval. My aunt said with grateful words: "Thank you... for calling me... What name? "I covered my head for a long time and uttered one sentence, "I...my name is...Red Scarf", and I ran away quickly. Now, many years have passed since this happened, and I'm afraid my aunt has forgotten my appearance, but I think she must not have forgotten the red scarf fluttering on my chest.

From that incident, I really understood the meaning of red scarf.