An essay with the theme "I love the motherland"?

haha! Let me help you! Classmates and young friends: Hello! Our motherland has a vast territory. There are towering plateaus, and the railway closest to the sky has been built, there is the Great Wall that has been protecting the motherland for many years, rising and falling, extending to the horizon, and there is the West Lake, which is as level as a mirror. Its beautiful scenery and long history have attracted many people. People were full of praise and lingered over it. These beautiful mountains and rivers are the hometown of dragons, the cradle of the nation, and the home of our lives. Our motherland has a long history, from the earliest oracle bone inscriptions to the current square characters; from the earliest writing with bamboo to now using pencils, ballpoint pens, brushes, pens... to write; from the earliest eating with hands to now using chopsticks; from the earliest ... The glorious history has passed, and the bright future is in our hands. It is up to us to pass on the baton of the times and answer resoundingly from the new starting line. Life belongs to us, we must make better use of it and never waste it in vain. I want to make my limited life reflect the infinite value. I want to cherish my time and not waste it. As the saying goes, ‘An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. ’ We listen carefully in class and actively raise our hands to speak. The homework should be "fine" and not messy. Watch TV selectively, don’t watch everything. When reading extracurricular books, you should pay attention to the "three excesses". For example, you can read on a rainy day... When reading, you must use your brain more to understand the book. When you encounter good words and sentences, you must remember them in your mind. I want to make my life meaningful. Life is about giving, about giving, and about thinking about others. In school, for the sake of the teacher, the teacher worked hard to prepare lessons for us. Therefore, if the mouth is dry and the tongue is noisy, we should listen carefully in class and actively raise our hands to let the teacher spend less effort; for the sake of the classmates, if the classmates have If there are any difficulties, I will take the initiative to help and solve them; for the sake of the class, I will not deduct points for the class, but should strive for points for the class; for the sake of the school, I will not litter or destroy public property, and I will not deduct points for the school. Win glory. At home, for the sake of my parents, I should do something within my ability and not do bad things to make my parents feel at ease; for the sake of my neighbors, if my neighbors are in trouble, I will take the initiative to help. Where there is a will, there is a way. Young people are strong and China is strong. Classmates, we are Chinese teenagers, we have the responsibility to make our motherland strong, and we will study hard to make our motherland strong. Dear motherland, don’t worry! The Chinese youth are coming to you. Opening up 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, jackals gnawing at bloody hearts and lungs, and groups of The head of a hawk 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 has turned 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 people 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... It is the duty of our generation of Chinese teenagers to avenge shame and rejuvenate the Chinese nation! However, many of our young people have forgotten the old and new grudges of their own nation. We have forgotten the moment when the youths of the May 4th movement prostrated and shed blood and shouted long live the motherland in the blood and tears. We have forgotten the Japanese executioner who raised the steel steel with a grin in the city of Nanjing. Forgot at the moment of the knife... 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 responsibility. They succeeded one after another and established a new era. 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 with far-sightedness: If young people are strong, the country will be strong; if young people are rich, the country will be rich; if young people stand tall in the world, then 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 eradicating national humiliation is directly related to China's future destiny. Our teachers are knowledgeable, gentle, modest and sincere, diligent and dedicated, and hardworking. 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 neatly and 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 amid 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, red flag, you are the glory and pride of our 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 brigade 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, 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 rivers, the rolling Yellow River, and the continuous mountain roads all belong to our great country. motherland.

The mountains and rivers of the motherland are majestic, the rivers of the motherland are graceful, and the mind of the motherland is extremely broad. When the invaders' iron and iron trample on our beautiful mountains and rivers, every Chinese with conscience has tears on his face and blood in his heart. 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 against the crime and pointed coldly at the assassin's pistol; Ji Hongchang hung a wooden banner with the slogan "I am Chinese" Cards, walking 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... The heroes are long gone! Throughout the ages, there have been tragic songs and earth-shattering stories. , all tell a simple and simple belief, the motherland is in my heart. It is these thousands of innocent children who hold up the backbone of our nation and the hope of the motherland; it is they who, in their own "today", use their Full of passion, he composed the "March of the Volunteers" worthy of the times, which made our national anthem of the Republic of China resound throughout China today, 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 recorded so many vicissitudes of life and showed such tenacity. It was a symbol, a kind of strength, a kind of spirit, and a kind of scar. 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, rushing, rushing, 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 happy life now 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. The country is more important than the small family. When I grow up, I will use my hands to Make 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!