Imitate the first paragraph of Goodbye Relatives , and imitate the first natural paragraph of Good

I don't know, you think.

Dear Uncle Volunteers, will you still come to our North Korea? How reluctant I am for you to go!

You know your brain.

Dear Uncle Volunteer Soldier Do you remember? I'm the little golden flower who once sang "The Ballad of Pounding Rice" to you. Will you still come to our North Korea? How reluctant we are for you to go!

I still vaguely remember that when the American devils crossed the "38" parallel to invade our DPRK and killed the ordinary people of the DPRK, it was you who bravely crossed the Yalu River and came to the DPRK to fight side by side with us, repelled the devils' attacks again and again, saved the lives of our entire village, and defended our country.

In the past eight years, you were the first to help us in the war of resistance and the last to leave the heroic army, and you have really done so much for our Korean people. I remember that during the Battle of Shangganling, there was a volunteer soldier named Huang Jiguang, in order to take a commanding height that could not be attacked for a long time, he used his body to block the enemy's machine gun that was spitting tongues of fire, and sacrificed his precious life at the age of 23. I still remember that there was a soldier named Qiu Shaoyun, who was burned alive under the incendiary bombs thrown by the enemy in order to prevent the enemy from discovering the target of our army.

All these have been passed down as good stories among the Korean people and have become eternal heroes in our hearts.

After the war, you rebuilt our homes, planted crops, and delivered food and clothing. You have fought bloodily, shed blood and sacrificed, endured hunger, and selfless dedication for us, allowing us to get through one difficulty after another. This friendship is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea, how can we forget?

Although we are not relatives, we are better than relatives. We will not forget this great friendship cemented with blood and life!

Dear Uncle Volunteers, today, you are leaving the DPRK and returning to your homeland. At this parting moment, my friends and I in the village present you with a beautiful bouquet of Jindalai and say affectionately: Goodbye, dear!

Goodbye, dear Uncle Volunteers! We will always remember you!

Uncle Volunteers, please get on the train quickly! You haven't been home in eight years, and how you look forward to coming home! Get on the train!

Why do you shake your head? Are you worried that I will forget you, the uncle of the Chinese volunteers? No, not in a lifetime.

Over the past eight years, you have sacrificed so much for us that we can finally live a peaceful and comfortable life. I remember that time, you were telling me the story of your childhood life in the tent, and you told me so much that I listened so vigorously that the intelligence officer quickly ran in and shouted, "Evacuate!"

Little Jinhua, you must take care of yourself, your grandmother, and everyone. You wait here for your uncle, who will be back in a moment. "I waited anxiously for you, and after a few hours, several other uncles helped you in, and I saw that your face was sallow and sallow, and your left leg was bleeding, and I immediately cried out with a "wow", but you said casually:

Little Jinhua, don't cry, uncle is fine. "Think that a few hours ago, you were handsome and mighty, and you had just helped your grandmother pick up a few buckets of water, but now, you can only lie quietly in the hospital room, and you can no longer be as lively as before. How could I not cry?

It was you, for the sake of our peace, who lost your legs and paid such a high price, you say, this friendship that is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea, how can we forget?

Men don't flick when they have tears, but today, when you are separated from the North Korean people, you are crying.

Goodbye, Uncle Volunteers! Goodbye, dear!

Get on the train and go back to your family!

Goodbye, dear! Our hearts are always with you.

After reading the article "Goodbye, Loved One", my heart was as excited as fire.

This text mainly talks about the exciting scene of the last group of Chinese volunteers parting with the Korean people in 1958, and recalling several events in the Korean War when parting, which made me understand more deeply that love is selfless, great, and unforgettable.

What touched me the most was the fact that Amani braved the guns and artillery fire to deliver cakes to the volunteers.

It was in a blocking battle, due to the blockade of enemy aircraft, caused temporary difficulties, the volunteers fought with the enemy planes on an empty stomach for three days and three nights, at this time it was the eldest lady who braved the artillery fire against the cake, through the smoke of gunpowder to feed the volunteers, reading this, my tears were moved to flow.

Auntie! Regardless of the danger to your own life, in order to let the soldiers have something to eat, you did not hesitate to come to the position, this is really a charcoal in the snow! Although the volunteers are not your relatives, your relationship with them is better than that of relatives.

I was really moved.

In our real life, there are all kinds of such phenomena. On the highway, a child helped the grandmother cross the street and helped the grandfather pick up apples. I also had this experience, it was a sunny morning during the summer vacation, I came to school in high spirits, because I was naughty, naughty, riding a bicycle, I hit the school billboard, the bulletin board was smashed glass at that time, the shards cut my hands, suddenly, the blood on my hands flowed, I saw the blood on my hands, there was no one in the school at that time, I was so scared that I ran outside the school, a kind person in a small shop saw this scene, regardless of the business in his store, and quickly sent me to the hospital.

Fortunately, this kind Samaritan sent me early at that time, otherwise it would have been more serious, although this uncle is a stranger, but it is still familiar in my memory, although this uncle is not related to me by blood, but he is as close to me as a relative. And I will never forget this "loved one" because he will always be engraved in my mind.

When I finally finished reading "Goodbye, Loved One", the fire in my heart became even more intense, because this fire was burning the heart of love in my heart, so that this heart would always be as fierce as fire, and it would never stop ......

Mother, stop your farewell! You haven't closed your eyes for a few nights to help me prepare my luggage. Are you so old that you can support it?

Go home and rest! Why do you shake your head? Are you worried that I'm going to forget you?

No, never. Over the past 19 years, you have spent so much effort for me and given us so much motherly warmth! I remember when I was a child, due to the poverty of my family, my family would not be able to open the pot for a while.

I had an empty stomach and a bright shed, starving all day at school. It was you who took your younger brother to make steamed buns, braved the heavy rain, crossed the mountain road, and sent them to school for me to eat. This is really a blessing in disguise!

I was moved to tears. With your support, I was admitted to a prestigious university. On your way home, you were so tired that you passed out on the side of the road.

I still remember when I was a kid, I was playing at home and accidentally caught fire, and you braved the fire and ran into the house to rescue me. You are my most important relative. You say, this mother's love is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea, how can I forget?