History essay (modern history) 2500 words

Opening the piles of yellowed history, in the modern history of China riddled with bones, we see executioners holding shining steel knives, vampire bats with mouths full of blood, one end biting the bloody heart and lungs. Jackals, groups of hawks and dogs holding heads in their mouths, and a stream of bright and dazzling blood!

This is a national disgrace. It is the unremitting pursuit of the older generation of people with lofty ideals that the blood of the suffering, humiliated and abused Chinese people will no longer be shed in vain. They miraculously walked through the 25,000-mile Long March, experienced eight years of resistance, and ushered in the new China. The establishment of...

History turns to today again. New hatred, new blood and tears emerge before our eyes: on May 8, 1999, a newly married young Chinese couple fell in a pool of blood in Yugoslavia; in April 2001, an outstanding Chinese pilot spilled his blood in the South China Sea for the dignity of the motherland. Above...

Students, can we remain indifferent? Can we allow blood to be shed on the cross of Chinese history again? Can we allow the shining bayonets to stab the Chinese again?

No! Never! Blood, tears, hatred. We remember it, forever. Let us turn into winter rain and cleanse the bloody fields of Yugoslavia. Let us turn into Jingwei and fill up the turbulent sea...

We, the Chinese youth of this generation, have the unshirkable responsibility to avenge shame and rejuvenate the Chinese nation!

However, many of our young people have forgotten the old and new hatreds of their own nation, forgotten the moment when the youths of the May 4th movement prostrated and shed blood, and still shouted long live the motherland in blood and tears, and the Japanese executioner in I forgot the moment when Nanjing raised the steel knife with a grin... Students, if we indulge in pleasure, we will ruin our studies, ruin our future, and forget about the rise and fall of the nation... This is a kind of destruction. , a kind of self-destruction.

Mr. Lu Xun spent his whole life's wisdom. "I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood" awakened the Chinese people on the sword. Our predecessors established the ideal of "study for the rise of China" and took the safety of the world as their own. He served successively and established New China.

As young people in the new era, how can we let ourselves go and waste our lives and ignore the great cause of the nation? Otherwise, we will be the descendants of the Yan and Huang people in vain!

Liang Qichao once pointed out far-sightedly: If a young man is strong, the country will be strong; if a young man is rich, the country will be rich; if a young man stands tall in the world, the country will stand tall in the world!

Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from youth. In today's cruel competition in the world, whether Chinese youth can shoulder the task of national revitalization and wash away national humiliation is directly related to China's future destiny.

Our teachers are knowledgeable, gentle, modest and sincere, diligent and dedicated, and hard-working.

We are young and full of enthusiasm. Getting rid of childishness and moving towards maturity, no longer hiding under the broad wings of parents to take shelter from wind and rain, but like the proud petrel, longing for storms and daring to fight. Although we do not need to face the loss of our country or endure the flames of war, we may have to stop unexpected floods, fight against SARS, and prevent bird flu. Our spaceships must fly into the sky, our football must win, and we must research genetic modification. We must conquer sandstorms, we must protect the environment, and maintain world peace... There is no doubt that we, the future builders and successors of our motherland, shoulder heavy responsibilities, are bound to do so, and have a long way to go. For the prosperity of the motherland and the prosperity of the nation, today we use passion to ignite the fire of hope and use the sweat of youth to water the flowers of success. Diligent study and hard work are the constant themes in our junior high school life. "Three minutes of fate is determined by hard work." You may be frustrated or you may fail, but "how can you see a rainbow without going through wind and rain?" Sailors on long voyages told us, "In wind and rain, this little pain is nothing. Wipe away your tears and don't Ask, at least we still have a dream.”

Work hard! Fight! Chinese teenagers. Open up a new blue sky for national rejuvenation for us...!

The motherland is in my heart (2):

"Dang Dang Dang..." With the crisp assembly bell, the students lined up A neat team gathered on the playground. Teacher Tian, ??the counselor of the brigade, solemnly announced in a loud voice: "Raise the flag, play the national anthem, and salute!" At this time, hundreds of little hands put their fingers together and raised them above their heads with a "swish". At this moment, the campus was silent. More than a thousand teachers and students looked at the five-star red flag with infinite reverence. Ah, it's rising, it's rising! The five-star red flag slowly rose in the majestic national anthem!

I looked at this bright and dazzling five-star red flag, my heart was surging and I had a lot of thoughts.

Familiar stories suddenly turned into vivid pictures, passing through my eyes blurred by tears: During the 25,000-mile Long March, the brave Red Army soldiers, under the guidance of the red flag, braved the hail of bullets and forcibly crossed the turbulent waves. Crossing the river; enduring hunger and severe cold, climbing over the white-capped snow-capped mountains; overcoming numerous difficulties and trudging across the vast grassland... In order to welcome the birth of New China, the beloved Sister Jiang risked her head in the evil slag cave. Danger, together with the fellow victims, lovingly embroidered a five-star red flag... What excites me even more is: I seem to have seen the founding ceremony of the People's Republic of China on October 1, 1949. The beloved Chairman Mao Zedong personally embroidered the five-star red flag on the majestic Tiananmen Gate Tower. The first five-star red flag of New China was raised; and I seemed to see that today, in the era of reform and opening up, the Party Central Committee is leading hundreds of millions of workers, farmers, and intellectuals... to march toward the four modernizations in a mighty way, toward that glorious March forward in the year 2000!

Ah, Hongqi, you are the glory and pride of the motherland. In order to plant the red flag all over China, countless revolutionary martyrs smiled calmly in the face of the enemy's butcher's knife. Facing mountains of swords and seas of fire, they moved forward bravely. They dyed the revolutionary flag red with their blood, defended the red flag with their lives, and ushered in a beautiful today!

This milky white flagpole is only a dozen meters high, but it shows what a long and arduous journey it has been! The red flag rises to the blue sky, and the "motherland" is deeply imprinted in my heart.

"Ceremony!" The excited voice of the team counselor interrupted my thoughts, and I looked up at the red flag affectionately again. The red flag was raised to the top of the flagpole, and the golden five stars became more dazzling under the rising sun. The red flag fluttered in the blue sky with the wind. At this time, the students were in high spirits and high morale. I stared at the red scarf on my chest and felt that it was even redder because it was the corner of the red flag and was dyed with the blood of the martyrs. It inspires me to inherit the legacy of my ancestors and always be ready to realize the lofty ideals of communism!

The flag-raising ceremony is over. I deeply feel that our motherland is very close to us. I mustered up all my energy, strode to the classroom, and started a new day of "Long March"...

The motherland is in my heart (3):

The surging river, The rolling Yellow River and the continuous mountain roads all belong to our great motherland. The mountains and rivers of the motherland are majestic, the rivers of the motherland are graceful, and the mind of the motherland is incomparably broad.

When the invaders' iron and tellurium trample on our beautiful mountains and rivers, every conscientious Chinese has tears on his face and in his heart Bleeding. For the sake of the sacred and inviolable motherland in their hearts, they groped in the darkness and fought in humiliation.

Wen Yiduo rose up and raised his eyebrows coldly at the assassin's pistol; The wooden sign with the slogan "We are Chinese" walked among the foreigners with blue eyes and yellow hair; Zhang Xueliang and General Yang Hucheng resolutely launched the Xi'an Incident in order to save the nation from peril...

Heroes are long gone! Throughout the ages, the tragic songs and the earth-shattering stories of ghosts and gods all tell the story of a simple and simple belief that the motherland is in my heart.

It is these thousands of innocent children who hold up the nation. The backbone of our nation and the hope of our motherland; it is they who, on their "today", used their full blood to compose the "March of the Volunteers" worthy of the times, which made our today's Communist Party and national anthem resound throughout China. , so majestic, so majestic and loud.

Looking back on five thousand years of history, I discovered that the Great Wall, the essence of life of the motherland - that scar, which records so many vicissitudes of life and shows such tenacity, is a symbol and a kind of Power, a spirit, a yearning! Yangtze River - that is the pulse of the motherland! Jumping with never-ending throbbing, swaying with endless sadness. The Yellow River - that is the blood of the motherland, boiling, boiling, surging, surging, powerless and invincible, moving forward high-spirited, how confident and proud it is! The Five Mountains - that is your palm, pointing to the desolate sky, poking at the sad earth, angrily scolding the ugly sycophants...

Shame and misfortune have become a thing of the past, and the Chinese nation has ushered in new glory. . Over the past two decades of reform and opening up, thanks to the hard work of the working people, we have made considerable progress in military, science and technology, politics, and sports. At the just-concluded Athens Olympics, athletes relied on their "ten years of hard work" to make China a sports power for the first time.

The five-star red flag flew high over Athens again and again, and the majestic and passionate national anthem of the People's Republic of China and the People's Republic of China made countless Chinese people's hearts surge and tears filled their eyes.

"The motherland is in my heart", these six simple words express the aspirations of many Chinese people. It is precisely because of such a Chinese heart that revolutionary martyrs shed their lives and blood, Olympic athletes fought bravely and achieved brilliance repeatedly, and every descendant of Yan and Huang will be excited and excited when they see the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind.

Our current happy life is bought with the blood of revolutionary martyrs. When I see the red scarf fluttering on my chest, I have such a belief in my heart that the motherland is my mother, and the country is more important than the child. Home, when she grows up, use her hands to build her stronger.

The motherland has a vast territory, a glorious history, treasures all over the mountains and plains, and beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers. The wild horse of thought is galloping, and I describe my motherland with my heart. Her long flowing hair is like thousands of rivers flowing leisurely, her strong and steep spine is like the continuous mountain peaks, and her bright eyes are like The water of Dongting, the waves of West Lake!

The motherland is the pearl of the East, the soaring dragon of Asia, and the rising sun on the distant horizon. The motherland is in your heart, in my heart, in the hearts of all of us!

What is it, like a sharp sword cutting through the iron curtain of time, releasing thousands of lights? What is it, like Juduo awakening the sleeping lion, roaring the strong voice of the times? What is it, like a monument, a melody of publicity and march, remembering the hardships of starting a business? This is my great motherland! friend! This is my 50th birthday motherland!

Fifty years is a moment in the long history. But what kind of turmoil and stormy waves have these fifty years been like? In these fifty years, we have cleansed away the muddy water; in these fifty years, we have determined to change the world and change the world. In the past fifty years, floating clouds have often obscured our eyes; in the past fifty years, the fate of the country has finally turned around. I would like to ask, eight thousand miles away from the clouds and the moon, my motherland, have you ever had frost-stained hair on your temples? I want to ask, you are still calmly flying through the chaotic clouds, what are the words in your heart? I meditated in the mist and rain of Nanhu Lake, I strolled in the afterglow of Xiangjiang River, I searched among the ruins of Taierzhuang, and I asked under the neon lights of Nanjing. I understand, the motherland, the millions of lions crossing the Yangtze River are exactly your gushing anger, and the mushroom cloud over the Jiuquan Satellite Base is exactly your proud figure. The music "The East Is Red" that resounds in the sky is the best interpretation of the national spirit. Isn't the bright red fingerprint of the farmer in Xiaogang Village a touch of the blood of Tan Zhuangfei on the streets of Yanshi? The pursuit of truth, the control of history, and the pursuit of ideals have been the main theme of every day and night for fifty years.

Friends, did you hear the applause for the restoration of the seat of the People's Republic of China in the United Nations General Assembly? Did you hear the heartbroken cries when seeing off the Prime Minister on the Ten Mile Long Street? Did you see the bright smiling faces when the big slogan "Hello, Xiaoping" was displayed? Have you seen the moving scenes of the people's soldiers fighting for life and death during the strict defense? You heard it, you saw it, this is the living motherland.

Whether it is the firewood smoke everywhere in the local steel-making, or the quarrels and quarrels in the fight for personal gains and criticism, when you look at it, you may lament the dislocation of history, but it can better reflect the difficulty of seeking.

Fifty years, in the blink of an eye. Fifty years, how impressive it is! respectable! Feelable! What a shame! Fifty years of hard work and dedication. For fifty years, you were the trumpet on the march by the Yalu River, you were the first heavy artillery shot to land on the Kinmen front, and you were the pickaxe that split the ice on the Qinghai-Tibet line. You are the sharp sickle cutting into the golden autumn, you are the signal for the launch of the launch vehicle, and you are also the safety helmet at a depth of 800 meters. This is our dear motherland! She is so sacred and inviolable, solemn and inviolable, and so concrete and clear.