Thanksgiving history junior high school composition

Although the fireworks in the night sky are brilliant, they are short-lived; As beautiful as a flower, but not as fleeting as water. However, when the last dead leaf crossed the windowsill, I knew that the world had arrived in autumn.

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The hourglass of time precipitates an inescapable past, and the hand of memory will always pick up the vicissitudes of history. Reading history makes people wise. History is the realism of a country and a nation. Reading history can find a new starting point of life.

Poetry * Light of the Soul

Carry a lotus lantern, wear a white dress and stroll along the long corridor of history. I seem to hear Li Bai's heroism, and the hooves of white deer resounded through the whole cliff. Dashan, when I needed you, I wrote your romance to the stone wall and Tianmu Mountain you rode, and the twists and turns of Shu Road circled the ups and downs of your career. But your determination that I will ride the wind and waves one day will convince you, let my dark clouds sail straight and build a bridge on the deep sea. In the bamboo building with golden silk wood carving, osmanthus flowers flow between tiles. The deep aftertaste of Huaqing Palace records that you "drink into the intestines, seven minutes of moonlight, three minutes of firm but gentle, and your mouth is half full of Tang." Lushan waterfall water flows for your nine-day galaxy. Chang 'an hip flask is sad for your affectation. The bleak moon shadow is messy and vicissitudes for the echo of your broken string.

After listening to the moonlight, I moved on. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, but no one came to pick them. I picked up a petal, the flower was broken, people had gone, and the fragrance remained after the rain. You walked out of the shutters of the gazebo, dressed in plain clothes, and couldn't hide your sadness. Red lotus root fragrance, jade died. You got off the boat and walked to the blue boat alone. The sad goose in the cloud gives you a brocade book, and the fish in the lotus root gives you a ruler. You got off the boat and went to the west building alone, only to see a full moon hanging on the branch. You don't have to talk, that green, fat, red and thin is telling your sadness. The frightened gull heron makes your parting cry.

The fire in the hero's heart

Keep walking, there is a battlefield ahead. During the war, I saw the big word "Cao" on your national flag. Jinge iron horse, holding a sword. It gradually became clear under the cover of wolf smoke. Your burly figure and mighty cry shocked the whole battlefield of the Three Kingdoms, and the broken mountains and rivers remembered the image of your lean generation. I know that you also have a gentle side, and you will also lament that youth is fleeting and it is hard to find a confidant. "Sing the right wine, life geometry! For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan. Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. But for the sake of the monarch, I have thought it over so far. " "Where there is water, there are mountains and islands." Winning the battle and facing Jieshi in the East is your open-mindedness. Heroes are sad about beauty, and Er Qiao, where the copper finches live, will always be your concern. You show the world not only a strategist, but also a great man with true temperament!

On the last way home, I saw another battlefield filled with smoke. At the same time, in Hunan, I saw a young man become a leader who guided the country and inspired writing. You have the grandeur of Qin Huang and Wu Han, and you have the literary talent of Tang Zong and Song Zu. Sighed: "The past is over, count the romantic figures, and look at the present." When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the gate of Tiananmen Square, what floats in people's hearts is that you hit the water and compete in every battle. Your poem, the work of the king, has never been seen before, and there has been no one since. Your calligraphy is self-centered and magnificent.

Walking through the long corridor of history, the oil goes out. History needs us to review. Will the lingering sadness lost in my heart disappear with time? Will the heroes who were once surrounded by smog still laugh and laugh in the snow? At that moment, I stood in the same place, watching history slowly go away, only two lines of clear tears, feel dejected. ......