The third grade essay sent a letter to Uncle Niu

Through this vivid educational lesson, in my young mind, I gradually understood that the Red Army was great, the Red Army was selfless, the Red Army was the hero in my mind, and I don't know how many heroic and unknown heroes died on the battlefield during the long revolutionary war years.

The day before the Qingming Festival, the teachers and students of the whole school participated in a very meaningful activity - to visit the graves of the martyrs cemetery, the students wore neat school uniforms, wore bright red scarves, each held a small white flower made by elaborate homemade, solemnly lined up under the high monument, in the majestic national anthem, listened to the old Red Army grandfather tell the moving story of the bloody battle of the Red Army......

Through this vivid educational lesson, in my young mind, I gradually understood that the Red Army was great, the Red Army was selfless, the Red Army was the hero in my mind, and I don't know how many heroic and unknown heroes died on the battlefield during the long revolutionary war years. They sacrificed their youth, blood, and even precious lives for the motherland, for the people, and for today's happy life. The little hero Wang Erxiao is a member of the children's regiment, in order to eliminate the invaders, covering the rear organs and thousands of fellow villagers, pretending to lead the way, and leading the enemy into the ambush circle of the Eighth Route Army.

The enemy was hit and knew that he had been fooled, so he killed Wang Erxiao. Wang Erxiao is just one of the thousands of martyrs in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, and it is precisely because of the bloody sacrifice of these revolutionary martyrs that we can have a happy life today.

We must cherish the good times now, study hard, never disappoint the expectations of our ancestors, and comfort those heroes who sleep under Jiuquan with excellent academic performance.

As the sun sets, the bright red Young Pioneers flag flutters in the spring breeze. On the way home, I thought that although this grave-sweeping activity was over, the revolutionary spirit of the Red Army would inspire us generation after generation to forge ahead with vigor and courage.

Uncle Farmer: Hello!

Whenever I'm eating white rice, I can't help but think of a poem! In the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

The meaning of the poem is that the peasants were working in the fields at noon, and drops of sweat fell into the soil. Who knows the origin of this meal, every grain is so hard.

Every grain of rice and every vegetable we eat is condensed by the hard sweat of the farmer's uncle.

These foods are all grown in an ordinary land, born from the hands of an ordinary farmer, a farmer, an ordinary person, but without them, where would the crops come from? Where does the food come from? What do you eat?

In order to have a good harvest of grain, they get up early every day and are greedy for darkness, facing the loess with their backs to the sky, these grains are really hard-won! So, I promise that I will not waste a little bit of food in rotation, and I will definitely cherish every grain of rice.

In addition to the parents and teachers who take care of our healthy growth, we should also thank the farmers and uncles who grow delicious food and let us enjoy delicious food. Uncle farmer, I hope you don't work too hard in the future, pay more attention to your body, and only when you are healthy can you harvest. In your spare time, you read more books and newspapers, learn other people's advanced farming techniques, and increase grain production, so that you don't have to work so hard anymore.

I really want to say to the farmers, "Thank you. ”

Elementary school students: **

January 5, 2015.