China's dream, my dream

China is a great and ancient country. There are many historical stories of heroes and children. My Chinese dream composition is 800 words. And the children of "her" - hundreds of millions of descendants of the Yellow Emperor, have guarded this peaceful country for generations, and live and work here. As a song says, if the Chinese mother is like a dragon, then the Chinese people are the descendants of the dragon. At first glance, the hustle and bustle of Mount Tai and the vast Yangtze River are deeply imprinted in my heart. My motherland, my admiration for you is like the water of the Yellow River. "Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, but Yu Yu; big river up and down, suddenly lost. Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax. Jiangshan so much Jiao, cited countless heroes to bend down." This "Guan Yuan Chun - Snow" fully shows the motherland Mother's beauty. So far, this poem still lingers in my mind.

However, the motherland of the motherland also suffered from the pain. On December 13, 1937, a day that the people of the country could not forget. On that day, the aggressor army entered Nanjing City, and a massacre that angered the Chinese people began. Every second, there was a national death. This sorrowful scene is like a sharp knife, slamming into the fragile heart of the motherland. The heart of the motherland is bleeding! At first glance, the once great mountain river has now become the residual water of the mountain. The Taishan Mountain, I don’t know how many people of the Yellow Emperor were buried. The vast Yangtze River, I do not know how many blood of the descendants of the Yellow Emperor. At this time, the Communist Party led by Chairman Mao rose, and they rushed into the battlefield, and went to the fire for the common people to live a good life. They did not disappoint the motherland. Japanese imperialism was defeated, and the whole country was celebrating the victory, but no one noticed the flash of happiness of the motherland. Yes! The war finally won, and the motherland of the motherland also showed a long-lost smile.

My Chinese dream is to inherit the legacy of the revolutionary predecessors and become a great soldier. Keeping the frontiers and rushing to kill the enemy on the battlefield, they are invincible. Let the motherland of the mother no longer suffer from the war. Now, I am still a small middle school student, but I believe that the fire of the stars is enough to poke the original. I should study hard and go up every day. Also learn to work in teams. As a proverb says, "People can make a career that a single person can't do together; wisdom + hands + strength combined, almost omnipotent." "The siege is not afraid of hard, it is difficult to attack the book. Science has Dangerous, hard work can pass." I use this sentence as my motto. Dreams are by no means empty talk. In order to make my little dream now, try to cheer!

Second grade: Le Lin Bing Xin