Our growth is like walking on the beach. The witness of every step is the deep and shallow footprints. Some footprints will be covered by sand, but some footprints are so clear that they have never been buried by sand. These footprints, sweet and bitter, sad or happy, make me unforgettable.
I like to walk on the ridge in midsummer. I like the cool feeling when the sole of my foot is in contact with the soil. The soil is close to my little foot, so it makes me feel down-to-earth.
On this day, my grandfather and grandmother were planting rice seedlings in the field, and I was playing on one side, chasing a butterfly, catching a grasshopper, and digging at the root of a tree!
At this time, I suddenly feel that transplanting is very interesting - holding a large number of seedlings in my hand, taking out a few seedlings from them and inserting them into the soil with my other hand, and helping them with my hand from time to time. I also picked up a handful of seedlings from the ridge. It was really heavy. I could only draw a little from it. Although I had only a little on my hand, it was very difficult to hold it.
I took the seedlings and strode in the field. When I saw where I had time, I pressed down one of them in the soil. After a while, all the seedlings in my hand were finished. I showed off to my grandparents. 'grandfather' I stood in the field and cried to my grandfather, who was bending over to work. Grandfather put down the seedlings in his hand, straightened up, looked back at me and said quickly: 'what are you doing standing there? Hurry up'. His words were full of deep concern. 'I've planted the seedlings. Have a look! "Grandfather looked around and saw that there were many seedlings that had been trampled down, and some of them had already floated on the water. He said to me with a smile: 'you trampled down the seedlings while you were planting them, but you still carried a few, but you can't plant them firmly and they all floated'. I scratched my head and lowered my head in shame. The sun seems to be hotter, seems to laugh at my useless.
At this time, my grandfather's gentle words floated into my ears again. As he walked, he said to me: 'it doesn't matter. If it's crooked, it can be straightened, but if it doesn't take root, it will be blistered to death'.
Yes! My grandfather's words are deeply engraved in my mind and will never be forgotten. This is the footprints of my grandfather's love for me, from which I realized that crooked can also be righted, can blossom and bear fruit, and will wither and die without taking root. Thoughts on reading the footprints of a great man_ 300 words I read the book "the footprints of great men" again and again with excitement to understand Chairman Mao's glorious life. I was deeply attracted and moved by Chairman Mao's great revolutionary spirit.
I admire Chairman Mao and his tireless reading spirit. He loved reading since he was a child. Once he started reading, he couldn't hear the thunder! He read very carefully. Every time he read, he always took a pen to mark the key points, wrote down his comments and feelings, and drew many circles and dots beside the paragraphs.
Mao Zedong advocated that learning should have lofty ideals. He believed that we should study hard in order to seek the truth of saving the country and the people, and to transform the country and society. Mao Zedong has always been assiduous and diligent in his study. In his youth, every morning, before his classmates got up, he began a day of study and life by the morning light of Xi Wei. In the dead of night, his classmates fell asleep, and he often read books in the corridor or under the light of the teahouse. Books are Mao Zedong's lifelong friends. A few hours before his heart stopped beating, he even asked the staff to read to him. It's never too old to learn.
After reading the book "footprints of great men", I was deeply moved by Chairman Mao's noble quality and brilliant thought. I want to take Chairman Mao as my goal, study hard and make contributions to our motherland when I grow up! Writing about struggle: the footprints of forerunners_ It is better to defeat yourself once than to defeat the enemy 10000 times. --Sometimes, when students show off their achievements. I would ask myself, have you worked hard in the first semester of junior high school? Are you satisfied with your final results? To this, my answer is: 'no, I haven't worked hard, and I'm not satisfied with my achievements! In the first day of junior high school, I just live in vain, I don't know what I'm thinking. Every day just like this' finally, the retribution arrived. Final exam, as I expected, I fell from heaven to hell. '18! It means that 17 students in the class have surpassed me!! 'I began to lose myself. I tried to find my true self in my study, but it still didn't help. With the help of my friends and teachers, I got through the depression. This summer vacation, I think a lot. If the second year of junior high school begins, when the students are still adapting to school life, I am determined to concentrate on learning and regard books as spiritual food. Although I don't have many good friends, I have regarded books as my mentor. Grade two, I really want to work hard, struggle!! At the end of the second year of junior high school, I will try my best for the mid-term exam!! Along the way, the footprints of struggle can be seen everywhere, I want to make up for this defect with perfect results! First day of junior high school: a happy childhood_ In the twinkling of an eye, it has been 10 years since I fell to the ground and now I am a primary school student. Every experience in these 10 years, my mother's love accompanied my growth and left me many footprints of growth.
My mother told me that when I was young, I had a special aversion to kindergarten. Other parents sent their children to kindergarten happily and then left. What about my mother? Every time I send me to kindergarten, I have a special headache, because every time I send me to kindergarten, I will pester my mother to take me home. Once, my mother managed to send me to the kindergarten, and the teacher hugged me inside. When my aunt saw that I was crying pitifully, she took me home, which made my mother laugh and cry;
Time flies, I am now in the third grade of primary school, my mother's love always accompany me. I remember when I was in the first grade, my literacy was very little. My mother was very hard. She helped me read the questions every day in my homework, taught me to do my homework, and taught me to read carefully, which made me have a good impression on school life and formed a good study habit.
After several years of ups and downs, I am now an excellent young pioneer, an outstanding class cadre in the class, and a good student of the teacher. I believe that I will work harder in the future and leave better memories in my growing footprints. Writing about the Army Day: tracing the footprints of the Red Army_ Today is the army day, the 82nd anniversary of the founding of the army. This day is more meaningful than before. Under the leadership of my mother, my cousin Yang Yang and I went to the Hubei Henan Anhui revolutionary memorial hall together. We are going to trace the footprints of the Red Army, to remember the martyrs and to understand history.
When I got to the Red Army square, I saw the plane parked in the square. It was the Lenin reconnaissance light bomber. This is the Kuomintang plane captured by the Red Army, and it is also the first plane of the Red Army. I stroked the wing and a sense of pride came to me.
Looking up, several striking characters on the opposite building came into view -- the Hubei Henan Anhui revolutionary memorial hall. This is my inscription! We quickly stepped forward and stepped up. The carved armrest beside us was very simple.
Entering from the entrance, I saw a large electronic screen, which introduced the visiting route of the memorial hall and the content introduction of seven parts. I also learned a lot from it.
A statue in the memorial attracted my attention. In the first exhibition hall, a row of statues of great men stand up. It is they who ushered in a new era of Chinese history. Further on, I saw the statue of Xu Qianqian. Xu Xiangqian's original name was Xu Xiangqian. Because of his revolutionary spirit of always moving forward, his name was changed to 'moving forward'. He used his life to make the most powerful interpretation of "forward". We also saw a statue of Shen Zemin writing a report before he died. He sat in the humble house, mottled walls, yellow oil lamp & hellip;. Although there was a basin of charcoal fire, his cold could be imagined from his thin clothes. I was moved by the spirit of perseverance.
The success of the revolution depends not only on the leaders, but also on the strength of the masses. I was also shocked by the statue of the strike of Jinghan railway workers. On February 4, 1923, more than 2000 workers at Xinyang station of Beijing Han railway sounded the siren of the strike ahead of time. He intercepted a train from south to North and fought tit for tat with the reactionary warlords who came to suppress it. Although Lin Xiangqian and Shi Yang gave their precious lives, their spirit will remain in the world forever.
The group of statues that impressed me most was the Liulin uprising. The red army defeated the enemy's foreign blockhouses with local tanks. The "earthen tank" is to soak the quilt with water and cover it on a square table. In this way, he defeated the foreign blockhouse. It's really gratifying!
It was not easy for the Red Army to win at that time. The objects on display include knives, spears, spears, spear heads and harpoons. They are far inferior to Japanese Oriental knives, let alone foreign guns and cannons. We also saw the straw sandals and uniforms worn by the Red Army. Looking at these, my heart fluctuates. I don't know how much blood and sweat the Red Army shed on these rusty weapons. I can't help thinking of the fighting scenes between the Red Army and the enemy. My eyes are wet.
Today, I know the revolutionary background of Xinyang and know how hard it is for the Great Red Army and the vast number of peasant workers to fight with swords and spears. I can't help but respect them. Why don't we cherish today's happy life?
Let's follow the Red Army's footprints and always remember their spirit! Let's cherish our present life and create happiness for more people! Footprints of growth_ When I was a child, one day, many guests came to my home. Oh, the bustling people, grandparents, grandparents, and some distant relatives I didn't know, all got together. Everyone is happy, happy, watching TV, eating sugar, drinking drinks. When it was time to eat, they all sat around a big round table. The dragon's gate array was beaming, chatting, toasting and blessing each other. No one is paying attention to me.
I was the first one to finish my meal, wipe my mouth, and then I sat on the floor with my favorite toy in my arms. As I was playing, I could not help glancing at the rice cooker on the ground. Every day, I watched my mother cook the rice, and the hard rice would be eaten after a while. It seems that rice cooker is a magic thing that can make raw things ripe, soft and edible! I looked at the toys in my hand, and an idea came into my mind. I immediately went to the cooker with some building blocks in my arms excitedly, opened the lid, put them all on the white rice, and pressed the button that my mother often pressed, and the red light was on immediately. I feel very happy. After a while, the building blocks will be ripe. What will the taste be like? I must have my mother try it! Mom will praise me for sure! Thinking of this, I can't help laughing with my hands behind my back and playing with other toys as if nothing had happened;
After a while, there was a roar from the living room: "Mou & times; & times;! come here