Beautiful autumn 350 words essay martyrs cemetery

Yangxin Martyrs Cemetery is a place to remember.

Entering the gate of the martyrs' cemetery, you will come to a cement platform, there are statues of martyrs on both sides of the platform, some of the martyrs are carrying guns, some are carrying bombs, some are holding sticks, ready to fight at any time. When I saw these martyrs, I seemed to see them on the battlefield, risking their lives to attack the enemy, and some even fell on the battlefield. Seeing this, tears flowed from my eyes, it was their victory over the enemy, and we have the peaceful days we have now.

Every night, the lanterns are turned on, and the adults dance and sing here, and I think: they must also dance and sing for the martyrs.

Then step on a few steps, you will come to the central square, the center of the square towers a tall monument, on which is written "southeast Hubei revolutionary martyrs immortal", the monument below the stone pier in front of a paragraph of text, written is the development history of the southeast Hubei revolutionary base in the Hunan-Hubei-Jiangxi border area. The painting on the left is the ** of the Japanese invasion of the Chinese people. Seeing this, I hate the Japanese very much, the right side is the scene of the martyrs fighting, and the back is the scene of the martyrs saving those ordinary people.

The square is lined with pines, cypresses, and flowers, and do you know why you should plant pines and cypresses and not others? Let me tell you! Because only pine and cypress trees are evergreen all year round, the martyrs' cemetery is a place to commemorate the martyrs, so pine and cypress trees are planted.

A gust of wind blows, and the fragrance of flowers blows, which makes people feel refreshed.

I walked through the central square and came to the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall in Southeast Hubei Province, which has the ** used by the revolutionary martyrs and their photos, and is surrounded by railings.

I bypassed the Memorial Hall of the Revolutionary Martyrs in Southeast Hubei Province, which was a lush forest, where the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, a gust of wind blew, the leaves on the trees were "rustling", coupled with the song of the birds and the fragrance of flowers, sitting in the pavilion, no matter how tired it was, it would be eliminated.

The beauty of the martyrs' cemetery can't be said enough, if you have time, you can also visit!

Extract the salt of fallen leaves from the loneliness.

Extract the salt of the fallen leaves from the loneliness I can't see the roots of the bloom Fluttering with a sense of resentment Unable to give an answer to the ground There has been a festival between the branches and branches The wind is one-sided The leaves squat between the sentences and cry The cold autumn brings the cold Melancholy grows in hesitation I can't get out of the market The prosperity has long been implanted with illusion Banxia was split in half I can't get out of the side work of love.

Sitting on the bench, a fiery red maple leaf, slowly falling to my palm, announcing the arrival of autumn, I forgot to look at the trees around me, they have changed into fiery new clothes, in this picturesque scenery, I see the colors of autumn.

The colors of autumn, I know! It was a fiery red path, and the falling autumn wind was like a sweater, gently covering the gray ground. I tread the soft, dense path and listened to it squirming'The crisp sound, coupled with the rustle of swaying leaves, is like being in the ** hall, listening to one symphony after another.

And when a "autumn wind" blows, I really understand that autumn is coming.

Speaking of autumn, I can't help but think of - ** coast, I like to watch a whole golden ears of rice and watch them sway with the wind, like waves and waves. Looking at them, I suddenly remembered that the teacher once said that the ears of rice are full and bent down, symbolizing the humility of being a person, I really like autumn, it tells me the truth of life.

Autumn, for me, is a work of art that touches me with beauty; Autumn, for me, is a delicious dish, just taste it and feel its beauty!