Tomb sweeping martyrs on Qingming Festival, tomb sweeping essay for martyrs on Qingming Festival

Another Qingming Festival, another day to remember the martyrs. We went to the tomb to pay tribute to the souls of the martyrs who are buried here.

Standing in front of the martyrs' tombs, our hearts fluctuate and our thoughts are full of thoughts. Some of the revolutionary martyrs sacrificed their precious lives for national independence and national dignity; In order to completely bury the old world and establish a socialist new China, some went forward one after another, fought bravely, threw their heads and shed their blood; Some of them sacrificed their youth and blood for the prosperity and strength of the motherland during the period of peaceful construction.

Martyrs, at a time when the Chinese nation was facing the danger of life and death, it was you who built the Great Wall with your own flesh and blood and fought hard against the Japanese imperialist invaders. You have fallen, but thousands of "people who do not want to be slaves" have risen, singing the "March of the Volunteers" to carry on your unfinished business; Martyrs, it is you who have turned your love for the country and the toiling masses into the spiritual strength to fight the enemy in battle, are not afraid of sacrifice, move forward bravely, and establish a new China in which the people are the masters of the country; Martyrs, at the moment when socialist construction is most needed, it was you who left everything in your family and personal background, stood up without hesitation, selflessly dedicated your precious lives to the motherland and the people, and sprinkled your blood all over the motherland.

How can we not be in awe in the face of you? Your brilliant achievements will be deeply engraved in the annals of history! Your name will shine with the sun and the moon, and coexist with the rivers!

We admire you, heroes of selfless dedication! It is precisely because of you, the countless revolutionary martyrs, your nobility, and your selflessness that we have today's peaceful environment and the prosperity of the motherland.

The war years have shone on the courage and strength of the martyrs, and the peaceful and beautiful environment has provided us with opportunities to learn knowledge, develop talents, and dedicate ourselves to the motherland. We have faith because we have examples! Students, we are the lucky ones of the times, we should understand that a happy life is not easy to come by, and we should understand the historical responsibility and mission we shoulder.

We must love ourselves, but also love the motherland, we must study hard, add glory to her, and add color to her!

Students, let us inherit the legacy of the martyrs, study hard for the construction of our hometown and the prosperity of the motherland, and create a better tomorrow!

During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls", the poems of the ancients wrote the mood and climate of the people in the Qingming Festival. This year, the school arranged for our sixth grade seven students to go to Cicheng to pay respects to the martyrs' tombs.

The teacher asked each of us to make a white flower by hand and present it to the martyrs. I went home and was busy for more than two hours without making a sample, and finally I had to be cheeky and ask my mother for advice, and finally made two beautiful white flowers, with two green leaves, fresh like real flowers bathed in the spring breeze with dewdrops.

Cicheng only has rice cakes in my impression, although I know that it is not far from the city, but I have never been there, I only know that my mother always chooses Cicheng to buy rice cakes. What exactly is the scenery there? And what are the touching deeds of the martyrs? With a big question mark, I couldn't sleep at night......

Can't wait, we finally arrived in Cicheng after a bumpy journey. The morning of the old city is particularly dazzling in the sun, and the simple and elegant image is like the ...... of Chinese painting

Following the tour guide to the martyr's tomb, several sonorous and powerful words on the huge rock, "Revolutionary martyrs are immortal", first came into view, and the previous joy unconsciously turned into deep sorrow. In the midst of the muffled mournful music, more than 200 students from our seven classes automatically formed a square line. The narrator introduced the martyr Zhu Hongshan in a painful tone.

The martyr's original name was Zhaoqi, he was a native of Zhuangqiao, Ningbo, joined the revolution in 1937, was trapped by the enemy in 1946 during the battle, he was for the life of his comrades, fired a warning shot, led the enemy to himself, in the case of being shot in the leg and could not stand upright, the martyr also fought back bravely, and finally died heroically because of being outnumbered. Listening to the life and deeds of the martyrs, tears blurred the vision of the students. My heart is surging and my thoughts are thousands, Our happy life and beautiful days today are all exchanged for the lives of the martyrs, the bright red scarf is dyed by the blood of the martyrs, what reason do we have not to cherish it?

Thinking that I have never thought of these things, I can't help but feel guilty in my heart, the new China that the martyrs bought with their lives and blood needs us to build, only when the motherland is strong, will it not be bullied by the hegemonic country, and if we don't study hard today, what will we use to build the country in the future, and what ability will we have to defend the motherland? The blood of martyrs cannot be shed in vain! The tomorrow of the motherland cannot be destroyed in our hands!

We must conscientiously study, build the motherland well in the future, and live up to the last wishes of the revolutionaries of the older generation.

At this time, the painful ** sounded again, and we lined up in a neat line to the monument and solemnly presented the small white flowers in our hands to the tomb of the martyrs of Zhu Hongshan ......

Although Qingming has not yet arrived today, the school has shown surprising enthusiasm! (just pity my four dollars) organized this team composed of sophomores to march towards the martyrs' cemetery. The heavily overloaded 105 finally reached its destination after a difficult trek.

Just make your friend.

Every year when Qingming is approaching, there will always be a faint and inexplicable sorrow in my heart, which is not very strong, but it also lingers, so it is entangled in my heart. The weather has been very good these days, I don't know, on the day of the Qingming Festival, the drizzle will come as scheduled. It seems that with this rain, Qingming can show its faint sadness and the taste of nostalgia.

It was Qingming that fulfilled this rain, and it was this rain that set off Qingming. Looking at the falling drizzle, it can attract the faint sorrow and longing in people's hearts.

Reminiscing about my youth, the Qingming Festival and the rain are just a beautiful picture in my impression. In the drizzle of wind, a poor poet on horseback leaned over to a little shepherd boy who stood by the roadside, holding a whip in one hand and pointing to a grass hut in the other. Above the grass house, a red wine banner appeared and disappeared in the thin drizzle.

This probably stems from the poem "Qingming". "During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. Where is the restaurant?

The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. "In my carefree years, this poem gave me such a beautiful artistic conception.

The carefree time of youth is always short-lived, just like a kite flown in childhood, which breaks the string and disappears without a trace, and cannot be found anywhere. Gradually, Qingming felt a little more sorrowful for me, which became more and more serious, especially after my grandfather left, this feeling became even stronger. In my impression, my grandfather was a kind old man who was very kind to me, probably because I was relatively well-behaved.

After my grandfather left, every year on Qingming and his sacrifice day, I would be very sad in my heart. Some people say that the longing for others will fade with the passage of time. I think maybe the opposite is true of the thoughts of my loved ones.

Even after a long time, every time we recall their voices and smiles, we will always feel a little sour and cold in our hearts. Even if it is ten years or decades, this feeling will not weaken or disappear, but will become more intense. Because of this, the Qingming Festival will become a day that has been passed down for thousands of years; The drizzle in the Qingming season will come one after another, which is probably the feeling of sorrow in people's hearts.

It's clear again. "Men don't flick when they have tears", I can't shed tears, then I can only ask for the drizzle of Qingming, I hope she will come as scheduled, even if it is a tear that the world wants to shed but is difficult to shed!

Another Qingming Festival is coming, we are wearing school uniforms, wearing bright red scarves on our chests, and small white flowers made by ourselves on the left side, heading towards the martyrs' cemetery.

We walked neatly and firmly into the martyrs' cemetery. The martyr's cemetery is so solemn and solemn, and the pines and cypresses on both sides of the gate are so tall and verdant. I thought to myself:

Martyrs of the revolution! We've come to see you. We are very happy now.

Rest in peace.

On the 27-meter-high monument is written the inscription of the Prime Minister "Revolutionary Martyrs Are Immortal", we held a theme brigade meeting there, the singing is so loud, the recitation is so affectionate, the performance is so pleasant, we are extremely excited, silently comforting the good heroes in our hearts.

After that, we came to the martyrs' deeds exhibition hall, as soon as we entered the exhibition hall, the most eye-catching thing was the large oil painting, which painted the Red Army team was climbing the mountain with difficulty, and the soldiers were in the abyss under their feet, and they would lose their lives if they were not careful, but the soldiers were not intimidated by the difficulties, they gritted their teeth, climbed upwards with difficulty, crawled, and moved forward forever.

In the exhibition hall, I saw many military medals of martyrs and introductions to the deeds of martyrs. Looking at their deeds, I seem to see the moving scenes of them killing the enemy in the face of death, and I seem to hear the heroic and unyielding voices of the martyrs. The martyrs gave everything for the motherland, for the sake of the people, and gave their precious lives.

O martyrs! May you be like that beautiful flower, exuding bursts of fragrance on the land of the motherland, so that every corner of the motherland is full of vitality and hope!

When we came to the cemetery, we paid our respects one by one, and gave the white flowers in our hands and the flower baskets we had woven by ourselves to the most respectable heroes. At this time, I seemed to see countless heroes standing in front of us, standing up to the sky and the earth! It is them, it is them, for the sake of our new China, for the liberation of the people, throwing their heads, spilling blood, sacrificing themselves in exchange for today's beautiful life.

O martyrs! Your unyielding spirit of preferring to die inspires us to move forward and fills each of us with the confidence to work tirelessly for the motherland.