The red flag floats thousands of miles, the spirit spreads EMI

——Reading the Long March

The Red Army is not afraid of the expedition,

Wanshui Qianshan is only waiting.

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Whenever I read this poem, it reminds me of the hardships and bumps of the Red Army's Long March. This memory not only wrote a bright red on the sky of the history of the Republic, but also left a shining one in my young mind...

Since October 1934, the Chinese Red Army has taken a solid step from Jiangxi and started the Long March. In the past two years, the Red Army soldiers have turned over 18 mountains, of which 5 have accumulated snow all year round, and 11 provincial governors have reached 25,000 miles. They have never given up, with the belief that "the pains of the people will not be lost, the salary will be daring, the three thousand can be swallowed by Wu" is the most successful with the Red Army of Shaanxi. It also opened a new day for the final victory of the Chinese revolution!

Nowadays, the birds in the clear sky are flying freely in the sky. People's lives are sweet and happy. On the land of China, the people live and work in peace and happiness. Although today's China makes the world look impressive, in this happy day, the red memory of people's hearts gradually loses its luster...

Today, our Chinese children are happy. When I think of my country, the urban and rural areas are changing with each passing day, and the success of manned space flight, the Beijing Olympics has amazed the world... Look at my side, people have more pockets, the house is bigger, and the days are more comfortable. It seems that nothing is missing, but we have forgotten a spirit, that is, the spirit of the Long March!

I remember such a story. In the fall of 1945, the Red Army entered the grass. Since the three small comrades had gastrointestinal problems, the instructor asked the squad leader to take care of them. The three sick ones only walked twenty miles a day. When they arrived at the camp, the squad leader dug the grass roots and cooked them with the green noodles. In less than half a month, the green noodles were all eaten up. Hunger threatens them. Although the squad leader is looking for weeds and dig roots, how can I eat enough? The squad leader watched them lose weight and stayed up all night and night. One day, the squad leader washed the clothes by the river and suddenly saw a fish jumping out of the water. He hurriedly found a sewing needle and bent it into a hook, letting the three comrades eat fresh fish and drank the fish. soup. There was a little comrade who noticed that the squad leader never ate anything when they ate fish. Later, the little comrade found that the squad leader was eating the food they had left, and the tears could not help but flow down. Seeing that he was going out of the grass, the squad leader was hungry and fainted. The three little comrades rushed to go fishing and make soup, but the squad leader or sacrificed for them. What a touching story!

Nowadays, every night, the lights are smashing, people spend in the flowers and wine, waste, not thinking about progress, leaving this red memory behind.

Now, we live a happy life, but we must remember that a happy life is exchanged by the revolutionary martyrs with blood. We must cherish this hard-won happy life and learn the spirit of the eternal long march.

As the successor of the 21st century, we must be like the Red Army, facing setbacks, perseverance, hardship, hard work, diligence and saving, to be a good boy.

We shoulder the burden of building the motherland, we must make our shoulders strong and become the pillars of the country.