Red Memory Practice Report, Red Memory Reflections

Red is the blood of the martyrs, and red is on our chestsThe red scarf envies the plum, red is the fluttering five-star red flag. As we all know, Jiaxing South LakeRed BoatThere was a big one, so you know? ShanghaiThe site of the First National Congress of the Communist Party of ChinaIt is also the birthplace of the party.

I stopped to stare at the site of the First National Congress of the Communist Party of China, and as soon as I walked in, I was deeply shocked. Although I only saw small and ordinary houses, I still felt that these houses with a sense of the times were as tall as mountains and shimmered with golden light, which made me awe-inspired.

Following the red trails, we went to visit the Museum of Revolutionary History. There are many old **s on display there. Especially when I saw the Chinese ambassador sign a series of unequal treaties.

At the time, I was even more indignant, thinking: If I fall behind, I will be beaten, I must study hard and build the motherland in the future!

According to my grandfather, they could only live in a bumpy thatched house when they were children.

Inside the class, it rains heavily outside, and it rains lightly inside; In winter, the cold wind blew in, but he and his classmates wore single clothes and pants, shivering and listening to the lectures.

Under such difficult conditions, they still study hard, and we are now in bright and spacious classrooms, what reason is there to slack off, as Chinese teenagers, we need to work hard to pass on the baton of the times.

This week, I read this book "Red Memory" and got to know her. She is a respectable and lovely angel in white in front of the crowd, but she is a hard steel needle in front of the enemy. She is the communist fighter - Liu Xifen.

After reading this book, I was both excited and sad. I was excited because Aunt Xifen and I were alumni. Sadly, this great communist fighter has long been smiling.

She is so brave, in the face of the butcher's knife of the enemy Mao Sen, her face does not change and her heart does not beat, she sacrifices her last drop of blood for the liberation of Xiamen.

One of my favorite passages in this book is a poem written by Uncle Chen called "The Dawn Half a Century Ago" - "You are the same age as my mother, but you are always so young Like a flower, life is budding and blooming But you give it to the dawn Stand silently in front of your portrait Tears often blur my eyes I am one of your countless children But you can't hear our laughter I often look at the morning glow with your beautiful name written on it" Yes! The famous Hungarian patriotic poet Pei Duofei often chanted: "Life is precious, love is more valuable, if it is for freedom, both can be thrown away."

Aunt Xifen is such a warrior who closes her eyes for the sake of the common people. In my heart, Aunt Xifen is a hero who will never be dusted.