The feeling after reading Four Worlds in the Same Hall is 700 words

Traitors, civilians, and Japanese criminals staged the tragedy of the small sheepfold.

Bang", Li Siye fell, "plopped", Tianyou jumped into the river, "go down", Xiao Cui was buried alive, Niuzi starved to death, Zhong Shi and Meng Shi were already dreaming. Watching the vivid characters fall one by one, I was at a loss in front of my eyes. Blood splattered the sky, but the wind was blowing, the river was flowing, and it was still the same as before, but there was a little less comfort and more sadness in my heart.

This is Mr. Lao She's "Four Generations in the Same Hall".

In the 8 years of anti-Japanese resistance, Mrs. Qi and I experienced the bloody storm together in the small sheepfold, worried about the disappearance of our family together, suffered because of the death of our family together, silently missed our old neighbors who had been friends for many years, tasted the bitterness of "republican noodles" together, and defended our homeland in our insignificant way. In the seemingly ordinary little sheepfold, there are actually tragic songs singing everywhere.

These vivid characters reflect the hardships of laughter, they go with anti-Japanese dreams, and the paper on the book is more or less wet. I read each page with a heavy heart, a heart that was not bullying beating in my chest.

When I finished reading, it was as if a national burden was weighing on my shoulders. A patriotic fire burst out of my heart, and my eyes were full of grief and indignation at my insignificance. I put down my pen and looked at the blue sky, my mood could not be calm for a long time, I felt that my blood flowed with the dreams of my ancestors.

In the sky, there seemed to be the funny smiling faces of all the neighbors in the small sheepfold and the old lady Qi's family, who were sharing the joy of the victory against Japan.

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight slanted into the house, and I hurriedly pushed open the window to let the breeze caress my face. The wind blows slowly, softly with it. His hand stroked the pages of "Four Generations in the Same Hall". The antique pages were blown by the wind, and they slowly turned backwards until the book was finished.

Yes, after eight years of fighting, we have all carried it, just like the wind turning a book, page by page, and actually turned over a thick copy of "Four Worlds in the Same Hall". I watched as the red sun rose and brought warmth to the earth, which was a blessing from the people of heaven to the creatures of the earth. The wind is clear, the birds are singing, the people are busy and stuffy, and the motherland is prosperous.

The red sun in the east rose higher and higher, and the light was so dazzling that no one dared to face it.

After reading "Four Worlds in the Same Hall", the death of God made me cherish life, and the death of Niu Zi made me cherish food. I love life even more, love life. I want to study better, never forget the national shame, accumulate little by little, contribute to the motherland, and let the world cheer for China.