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Write a second book review of Red Rock.

Remembering the revolutionary martyrs and inheriting the red responsibility.

Forgetting the past means betrayal. "Yes, who can forget the tragedy of the burning scum hole? Who can forget the tragedy of the blood-stained pine forest slope? Who can forget the group of revolutionary martyrs who looked at death as if they were home?

They are bent on the party and fight against the enemy. But because of the betrayal of the traitors, they were imprisoned one after another. They did not succumb to the threats and intimidation of the inhumane reactionary rulers of the people; They were undaunted by bloody bayonets and cold muzzles; In the face of coercion, inducement, and torture, they kept their mouths shut.

From the beginning to the end, their loyal revolutionary convictions remained unchanged. It was they who stained the party's banner red with their blood and proved that the will of the Communist Party was made of steel with their unyielding and righteous spirit. Fearless in the face of danger, he sees death as his home; Xu Yunfeng, who bravely fought the enemy and sacrificed himself to save others; lively and clever, with a clear distinction between love and hate; Sister Jiang, who has been tortured but unyielding, ......Scene after scene, picture after picture will be forgotten for a long time.

When the inhumane enemy nailed the bamboo sticks into the nails of Sister Jiang's ten fingers, she was not only not intimidated by this, but said resolutely: "The bamboo sticks are made of bamboo, but the will of the Communist Party members is made of steel!" ”

In order to allow his comrades to escape, Xu Yunfeng used his hands to cut open the hard mud and stone wall. On the eve of the liberation of Chongqing, Chiang Kai-shek ordered the assassination of revolutionaries. Before he died, his sentence "Go, lead the way!"

How many people's hearts have been shaken! In the face of death, Xu Yunfeng did not show the slightest fear, but on the contrary, his revolutionary conviction became firmer and did not waver in the slightest.

Little Carrot Head, a child who was brutally injured by the enemy at the age of eight. We wore gorgeous clothes, and he could only wear the prison clothes that his mother had changed to be small; We lived in a spacious and bright building, and he could only curl up in a corner of the cold and damp building; We ate a hearty meal, and he was content with some moldy and smelly rice. He loved to paint, painting the golden sun, painting the green leaves, painting and painting, painting the dawn of victory.

There are no heroes who fall from the sky, only mortals who stand up." They tread thorns without pain, and they have tears to shed but not sorrow. May they be warm in three winters and not cold in spring.

May they have lamps when it is dark and umbrellas when it rains. On the horizon of the east in the future, a red light is gradually revealed, flashing on the turquoise Jialing River, the blue sky is cloudless, and the gorgeous morning glow radiates thousands of feet of light.

a) This morning, I made myself an ice cream. I stirred it with milk and sugar, and then, put it in the freezer, waited for a while, and when I took it out, it became hard, and this is my favorite ice cream.

2) Today, my grandfather took me to the park. We walked around the park and found a fish pond with many, many fish. I just stood there feeding the fish, bread and almonds.

We kept feeding, and the fish kept following me. Maybe the fish know we have something to eat, and they're so smart!

c) Today, I wrote a riddle newspaper. There are five riddles in it. The first riddle is to stand and not sit, a four-season wearing a leather jacket, old friends come and nod, strangers come and shout.

The second riddle is that if the wind does not move, if it moves, there will be wind, and you want him not to move, and wait until the autumn wind blows. The third is green horns, yellow horns, the green ones are not delicious, but the yellow ones taste good. The fourth is a big-headed brain, which flies up to the treetops and does not work, only makes noise.

The fifth is a large leaf, a small leaf, and the leaf wraps the leaf like a soup woman. Can you guess the answer to the riddle?

4) This morning, I started reading early in the morning. The title of the book is 100,000 Whys. After reading it, I know some why.

For example: Why do cicadas call during the day? This is because the temperature at night is different from that during the day, and the humidity of the air is also very different.

The male cicada will call, but the female cicada will not. The male cicada is screaming desperately, maybe he is greeting the female cicada!

I want to go back to when I was a kid.

Is this me? Every time I open the photo album of my childhood, my eyes will light up, and my heart will spring up with envy and yearning. Really, in my memory, that good time is like a beautiful Chinese painting, forever painting a happy scene.

If I had the superpower to control time, I would like to go back to the way things were!

As a child, I was extremely free. When I come home from kindergarten, I can hold my beloved doll, dress her, comb her hair, and ......At that time, I was like a designer, and the dolls were my models. Sometimes, my ideas are complimented by my mom and her smile of pride is on her face.

Like now, she stares at me doing my homework for a while, and asks me to hurry up and practice the piano.

As a child, I had a lot of time to play, and playing seemed to be my main task. In kindergarten, the teacher changed the way for us to play; When I returned home, my parents often took me to the park to row boats and feed the pigeons in People's Square on the grounds of "opening my eyes" and "practicing my guts". Sometimes, my dad would take me out into nature and get a ...... of fresh airBut now, I'm rushing to the scene, cram school ...... after another

When I was a child, I was as bright as the sun, without sorrow or trouble. I sang nursery rhymes all day long, laughing and laughing, and doing whatever I wanted. And now I'm a teenager who knows what it's like to be sad:

I was scared that I didn't get good grades, and I was worried that my parents expected too much from me......

When I was a child, I could see my mom and dad every day. In the morning, they would all escort me into the kindergarten and not turn away until I disappeared from their vision; In the evening, they appeared in front of me again as if they had made an appointment in advance. At mealtime, Dad put the pricked fish in my bowl; My mother would also scoop a spoonful of soup and bring it to my lips when it was cold.

Every night, it's either my dad telling a story or my mom singing "Lullaby". Now, I have been living in the school for 4 years ......Oh, that time is a memory I'll never erase.

What I think is that I want to have a true friend! Because society is too complicated now, it's all about money transactions, if we don't have money, can we still make true friends? I really want to have a true friend, is it the kind of person who can speak from the heart, can do what is in the heart, can be better than my own relatives, I am very longing?

I still want to write: I want to forgive you, but I don't know how to say it? Oh may not fit you put!

I really want to have some of the topics we went to the competition this time. Or write it yourself, I hope it gives you some hints.

Everyone has their own colorful ideals, workers, teachers, policemen, doctors, ......Every ideal is so beautiful, and everyone is so persistent. For the ideal, everyone works tirelessly to realize the magnificent ideal and turn it into a reality.

In the middle, it is written that you treat the wounds of your classmates and your friends.

Also, H7N9 is so serious now, and the current medical technology can't keep up with it, etc.! Contact Reality to write!

I didn't see the request clearly at first, I'm sorry. Now send a formal article Doctor, what a noble profession, if being a doctor can save the next life, then, I am willing!

In everyone's heart, there is a beautiful ideal, and they all hope to realize this ideal when they grow up, as the saying goes: "The ideal is the navigation of life!" "And my dream is to become an angel in white – a doctor. If you want to say this ideal **, it's because of that incident-

It was a fine day, I went for a walk with my family, and we were talking and laughing on the street, when an old woman who sold vegetables collapsed on the street, struggling painfully on the ground, so that passers-by couldn't help but stop. At this time, everyone was just watching, the old grandmother was foaming at the mouth, her whole body was twitching, people looked away from her, the old woman's eyes showed helpless and begging eyes, but no one cared about the old woman. At this moment, an aunt came and quickly helped the old woman up and did artificial respiration, and when they saw this, people all cast strange glances at the aunt, because those people thought that it was not worth it for a vegetable seller.

Soon after, the old grandmother woke up and thanked her repeatedly, and the onlookers blushed because they went to help the old woman when she was in danger, but hid, this aunt....It turned out that the aunt was a doctor! Doctor, saving lives is like fighting fire, leaving everything behind, just to save a life, how great! At this moment, I had the dream of becoming a doctor.

In the process of growing up, if you work hard, then you will improve, I am getting closer and closer to my ideal, I understand - when a parent is sick, to help, when a classmate is injured, to bandage, when others fall, to know, if to solve the problem quickly......Doctor, what a noble profession, if being a doctor can save the next life, then I am willing.

Introduce what your ideals are, then write about how your ideals contribute to society, and finally point out the center.

If it's your ideal, why ask someone else.