Composition on land topic (1)
I don't love the land under my feet enough. I cried the moment I was born in the delivery room of this land, which should be my initial protest here. My mother told me that only by suffering can you become a master.
So I was in pain when my mother was pregnant with me, and then I stayed in the delivery room for a few hours when I was born. Mom, it was terrible then! I said, well, it's also messing with me, and my head is not bright.
Our family is a typical family of three. At that time, we were catching up with family planning and dared not regenerate. Otherwise, I guess there will be a group of children around me asking for candy, and I will tell my mother bitterly, mom, look at you monkey children-worthless!
In that case, my mother wouldn't bother. So every time my mother says there are not many men and women, I say, look how comfortable you are now! Do you need emotion?
Perhaps the deepest memory of this land under my feet stops here-a woman named Yao gave birth to me in Zhangjiawei Hospital in Siyang County. In the next ten years, it is not something that has not been branded into my bones, so I can run all over the yard in seven months; I went to kindergarten at the age of seven; I transferred to another school in the fifth grade; I have lived as a sojourner for three or five years ... but these things are indelible, but they can't make people feel happy.
I am eager to have a long trip. Man is a strange animal. Staying in one place for a long time will make him tired and numb. If lidocaine hydrochloride is injected into the senses, anesthesia will paralyze the brain. Unfortunately, I have never been away for a long time. In this way, maybe I love this land in my heart and never know it. I am still cursing the dull life; Still tired of the life of instant noodles with boiling water.
"I can't tell the meaning of traveling." You don't have to have a reason to leave your hometown. It is said that the need for work can't be wrong for a better life. I said, I left to care. If a person's life seems to have taken a stable road, how can it be meaningful?
I have been stepping on this land for less than eighteen years. I just want to leave as far away as possible. Don't talk to me about "hometown" and "hometown", these are words that are flooded and out of control. It should not exist as a young user. If one day I long to go home, it will be when my hair is white and my bones are buried, and it will never be now-the flower season has passed.
I just want to sincerely wish the land under my feet prosperity, but I can't say love against my will. Otherwise, this is obviously hypocritical.
Composition with the theme of land (2)
Students, look at the land under your feet. what do you think? You may think it's normal, but at present I think it's a little hot.
Please don't misunderstand me. I'm not talking about Qin Mu's prose. I mean, throughout the ages, people have come and gone in this land. Some of them are ashamed and some are gratified; Some regret, some are satisfied; Some people will go down in history, while others will be remembered forever. Let's say I'm standing here. Perhaps Cao Cao, who is old-fashioned and ambitious, is standing here. Perhaps Yue Fei, who became famous at the age of 30 and traveled eight thousand miles, stood here. Of course, it's hard to say whether Qin Gui is standing here. I mean, now that we are back in this land, we will leave after a period of history. But this is the moment, how should we spend it?
I seem to hear Yue Fei, Wen Tianxiang, Mao Zedong, Zhou Enlai, Zhang Hua and Zhang Haidi. The ancients, the present, the dead and the living all answered us with the same voice: "Have lofty ideals."
Someone must say, what is your lofty ideal? I want to quote ostrovsky's words to answer. He said: "I can't answer very specifically. Ideal has extraordinary charm for me. My ideal, even the most ethereal, is always full of life and soil. ..... the ideal is endless. ..... Everything about individuals will never be young forever, nor will it last forever like the public's career. In the struggle for the greatest happiness of mankind, being a soldier who never falls behind is the most glorious task and the noblest goal. "
It can be seen that lofty ideals are both concrete and abstract. Someone said, "It is my ideal to realize productism." There is no denying that this ideal is lofty. Someone said, "My dream is to go abroad." But as long as we add a premise: to learn advanced technology in order to change the ideal of poverty in the motherland, then this ideal is equally lofty. For example, taking part in this speech contest, all the students on the stage have such a goal, which can also be said to be the current ideal, that is, to win the first prize, to win the second prize if the first prize fails, and to win the third prize if the second prize fails. Do you think this ideal is noble or not?
In my opinion, this ideal contains an enterprising spirit, so it is also lofty.
As long as this ideal serves another higher ideal, then this ideal is also lofty. It can be seen that a person's ideal is like a ladder, with the highest level, the first level and the second level ... without these two levels, the highest level will always be out of reach.
At present, the ideal ladder has reached the first level, which is to revitalize China. Our motherland is like an energetic athlete. It has been ahead for thousands of years on the track of history, but in recent centuries, it has fallen behind, and the Soviet Union, the United States, Japan and other countries have run ahead. Youth is the hope of the motherland. We have 650 million young people. I dare say that this number is much more than any other country in the world. Facing the reality, what should we do? Zhu Lianzhong, a student of Chinese Department of East China Normal University, said: "We know ourselves best and ask ourselves, our generation really loves the motherland. As long as we live, stand and struggle, the Great Wall can never be humiliated by backwardness. 650 million, what kind of figure is this? If every young man can stand up and revitalize his motherland, it will be a glorious figure and a guarantee of victory. If we do nothing and waste our lives, then this is a shameful number and a shameful record. Let future generations turn to history and they will find that shame does not belong to us! "
Students, this is our voice!
Listen, the footsteps of our motherland are drumming on the runway. She's speeding up. Faster. Let our young hearts beat for her revival!
The road to realizing the ideal is difficult. Maybe some people have struggled all their lives and failed to get what they want. Just like climbing the Himalayas, someone is about to reach the top and be drowned by a ruthless avalanche; Just like investigating Lop Nur, Peng was swallowed up by the desert without finding water. I think they still created the highest value of life, because in the face of their footprints, noble people will cry. In the process of exploration, the fire of their lives is extinguished and the light of their thoughts shines between heaven and earth. This kind of brilliance shines on countless future generations to pursue and explore new journeys, which is their life value.
Young friend, life has just begun. Now, we are always proud of having such great figures as Yue Fei and Wen Tianxiang. Then, why can't we raise our ideal sails, work hard, be the second in Yuefei, Wen Tianxiang, Chen Jingrun and Zhang Haidi, or simply be the first in ourselves, so that future generations can be proud of having us?
Composition with the theme of land (3)
At the foot of this land, this land is stepping on the wheat field filled with spring scenery, and I began to run, full of lush poems. Finally tired, I quietly lie in the warm embrace of the earth. The gentle soil exudes a faint fragrance and haunts me. Pick up a handful of dirt, warm and humid, and the fragments of sunshine jump on it. I put my ear close to the broad chest of the earth and heard the sound of her heartbeat. It was wonderful. Fingertips swept her rough skin, and I touched her vicissitudes, which were the marks left by many storms and lightning. She is the cradle of all life, so this land is full of vitality and vitality! Once, in this season of bloom, there was bright sunshine flowing on the earth, and I danced and laughed barefoot on the ground, as if I were never tired; Once, I saw my father looking around for me with my favorite food. His kind call rippled in the fields and shook the earth. Once, I bought a new bike at home. When I was only 6 years old, I sat in my seat trembling and stunned, staggered forward and drew an irregular S-shape. Finally, I couldn't hold on, fell into the dust and kissed the earth intimately. Once, I hung a long rubber band with a group of "little brothers" in the forest. It took away our cheerful songs, and our light footsteps trembled. Happy laughter came from behind, mixed with ups and downs of dust particles, reflecting colorful sunshine; Once … such a beautiful time, like a nostalgic classic old song, not fashionable, but full of charm! Touching this spreading yellow under your feet is a gift from nature, a generosity from heaven, and a harbor for your soul. We must never abandon it, but let it become colorful. In spring, the seeds of hope are sown, and buds are everywhere; In summer, we sweat like rain, and everything becomes lush; In autumn, we are busy shuttling, and the wind naughtily eats a bright golden yellow; In winter, "catkins" fly all over the sky, covering the earth with silver fur clothes, which will breed hope for the future. In the four seasons, we worked hard and kept pace, making flower of life bloom beautifully in this hot land under our feet. Gazing affectionately again, I know: I have never left that affectionate land at the moment when I confide, run, struggle and sprint. In this life, I have fought bravely on this pure land. In the next life, I would like to become "spring mud" to protect flowers! Wang Jinhua, Class 08-2, Gaoguanzhuang Middle School, Zhuozhou City, Hebei Province Instructor: Su Jin.
Composition with the theme of land (4)
I love this land deeply.
How many times I called her affectionately, how many times I missed her day and night, and how many times I guarded her, could not conceal the revolutionary martyrs' love for this land and their reverence for the motherland.
With respect for the revolutionary martyrs, I read _ _ a heroic revolutionary chapter written with life and blood in prison-"Lovely China".
_ _ In a fluent style, he wrote infinite love for the motherland, contempt and hatred for aggressors and reactionaries, and expressed his firm determination to die for the revolution. Lovely motherland, with vast territory and abundant resources, has a long history of 5,000 years. Lovely China, my mother, you warmly feed every child with loving maternal love and generous arms. How many revolutionary martyrs, like _ _, gave their all for the motherland! They shed their heads, shed their blood and exchanged their precious lives for a happy today.
"I declare that People's Republic of China (PRC) has been established!" Sixty-two years ago, with the joyful salute, Chairman Mao stood in Tiananmen Square, and his solemn and excited voice resounded through the sky. Sixty-two years later, the new China stands in the world with a brand-new look. Her steady and rapid development has won the admiration of the world. Now, the motherland is full of prosperous and gratifying scenes, and there are warm scenes of tiger leaping and dragon leaping everywhere.
Yuan Longping cultivated "hybrid rice" on this land, which solved the problem of food and clothing for more than one billion people; The successful launch of Shenzhou series spacecraft again and again marks that China's space technology level has entered the forefront of the world ... Shu Ting said: "You have fed me with scarred milk, confused me, cared for me and boiled me." Because of this land, Chinese children have succeeded!
Flowers bloom in this land. Charming peony, elegant lily, noble rose and lovely Spring Festival … add a touch of beautiful scenery to this land.
"I want to praise the flowers of my motherland!
I want to praise my flowery motherland! "
I deeply love this land and my mother, China!
Composition with the theme of land (5)
Life is like running water. I watched an acre of land empty and the years passed over my head. This fertile soil and water also looked at me silently in meditation. I want to turn off the hot sun overhead in anger. Its mocking eyes are so burning. This is really a desolate land.
Planting crops is a major event, and Atayal people pay special attention to it. There must be a sacred ceremony to plant millet, and you can't sow until dawn. If dreams can guide us how to choose sowing, some people can't help but enjoy it.
I don't know what to broadcast. My mother wants to see the towering camphor trees, and my father wants me to plant gardenias everywhere. Those ideas are so beautiful that maybe everyone will want to grow vegetables, food or beautiful flowers and erect trees.
I want to grow everything.
This is my greatest and strongest wish. My motherland gave me peony seeds, and my teacher gave me pine seeds. My chest is blocked at once, and tears are streaming down. What kind of seed is this? All kinds of voices filled my mind. I squatted on the ground and asked about the wet soil.
"What do you want?"
"If I plant wind, will you plant wind?"
"If I plant the sun?"
Then I heard a slow sigh.
I really want to plant a lot of things and fill myself up.
They grow grapes and they grow apples. ...
They grow poppies, and they grow wolfsbane. ...
And I'm empty-handed
Slow and heavy, it's the wind, it's the vibration.
I don't want to grow plants. If I can, I want to plant human life, bring the innocent dead under the sky of life, and let the dead after the earthquake break through the ground and grow new bodies.
I even want to plant a human conscience.
The earth lamented my arrogance and ignorance.
I planted something. During that time, I lost my memory and couldn't remember the information about this land. I asked the passing birds, and they replied, "One day, you planted something …" But what was it?
I hardly look after my land anymore.
It's like living in a dream, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Learning and playing have become my job. Every night when I close my eyes, my brain shuts down.
When I was a child, I fantasized about how good I would be in the future. I just sprinkle lights on the table and always take away some pale childlike innocence and ink every night. I don't care about dreams or anything. Sometimes fear is like a machine, and the gears suddenly stop turning. When I left my land for a long time, I couldn't find my way there.
When did every child start to idle his land? When will you remember? Perhaps, there are many people who have never heard the charming music of rolling wheat waves in the fields or the clanging sound of fruit-laden trees until their death.
When will the rainstorm come? Rainbow hangs in the sky, floating clouds fall into the world and turn into morning fog, and sunshine precipitates into rosy clouds all day.
When can I get that land back and fertilize it well? Maybe I should kneel down and apologize to it?
As if it had been sleeping, it woke up after the storm. I remembered the dream I had planted. Ivan smiled as he passed by and said, "Plant sunflowers!" "
It turned out to be influenced by such a young age.
So this is my childhood dream.
Remember that nursery rhyme-"Plant the Sun"?