Listen to grandpa's past stories.
Army Day is coming. On August 27th, we came to the office of the second veteran cadre in Wuhu as a reporter from China Youth Daily Huacheng to interview the retired PLA grandfather.
At eight o'clock sharp, we came to the office of the second veteran cadre in Wuhu City and met five grandfathers: Ruan, Chen Depin, Zhu Yilin, Dong Cheng and Lingyun. They have medals on their chests, kind faces and kind eyes, just like our neighbor's grandfather. Their strong spirit touched us and benefited us a lot. Told us many stories about the revolutionary war years.
Grandpa Ruan said: "The Korean Civil War broke out in 1950. Grandpa Ruan is the artillery commander. He was very angry when he saw the United States bombing North Korea by plane. After infinite efforts, we finally shot down 132 planes, injured 1234 planes, and killed and injured 390,000 Americans, playing the role of a devil's paper tiger! " Grandpa said excitedly, recalling the past, there are still tears in his eyes.
Then, the students of Huacheng Dance Class performed several small programs for the grandfathers, who were very happy and excited. He said: "You will certainly take over the revolutionary class, study hard and make progress every day!" "
I asked Grandpa Ruan a question: "What kept you going until now?" Grandpa said: "I have revolutionary ideals, and we all know why we are soldiers and why we fight;" Who is a soldier, fight for whom'. The most important thing is that we are not afraid of anything! Although we are very sad for our comrades who died in battle, all we want is to avenge them! "
After this interview, I have deepened my experience as a reporter and my understanding as a soldier. I am very happy, I will look forward to tomorrow's interview, and I will behave well!
Refer to it and adopt it.
B: Help me write two topics, that is, listening to grandpa telling the story of the party in 500 words to 1000 words.
This year, I joined the Communist Youth League of China with honor. At the moment I put on the League emblem, I solemnly swore: "I volunteer to join the Communist Youth League of China, and I will resolutely support China's leadership, abide by the League's articles of association, carry out the League's resolutions, fulfill the League's obligations, strictly observe the League's discipline, study hard, work actively, suffer hardships first, enjoy the back and fight for the communist cause!"
This solemn oath made me realize that the Chinese Communist Youth League is a mass organization of advanced youth led by China, a school for young people to learn Socialism with Chinese characteristics and communism in practice, and an assistant and reserve army of China.
This solemn oath echoed in my mind over and over again, and I secretly made up my mind that under the education organized by the Communist Youth League, I would grow and progress faster; Under the cultivation of the Communist Youth League, I will step by step towards the standards of China * * * party member!
Ah! The party is in my heart!
I gently opened the bookcase, holding the bright red "China * * * party constitution" in my hand, and a paragraph jumped into my eyes: China * * * was born in 192 1 July 1 day, and took Marxism-Leninism, * * thought, * * theory and Theory of Three Represents theory as the action guide. China's basic line in the primary stage of socialism is: leading and uniting the people of all ethnic groups throughout the country, centering on economic construction, adhering to the four cardinal principles, persisting in reform and opening up, self-reliance and hard work, and striving to build China into a prosperous, strong, democratic and civilized socialist modern country.
Ah! China has gone through 87 years. 87 is a milestone and 87 is an unforgettable road; The 87-year history has experienced vicissitudes and hardships; 1987, heroes come forth in large numbers and have deep feelings. Party, you are a beacon, shining on our way forward; You are the flag that guides us to victory; You are the sun, driving away the darkness.
I have known many heroic stories since I was a child: Liu Hulan, a young boy who was only 15 years old, was unyielding in front of the hay cutter and died heroically; Lei Feng, a great communist fighter, is a model of serving the people wholeheartedly. He treats comrades as warm as spring, as warm as summer, and as individualistic as autumn leaves, and as cruel as winter ... When I grow up, I know Kong Fansen and Ren Changxia ... They are all members of * * *!
By my side, my head teacher, Mr. Zhang, is an excellent teacher. Her lectures are lively and interesting, and always make us listen with relish; She is strict with her classmates and sets an example. She is our mentor and friend. My parents are also members of * * *. They are dedicated and selfless. Mom is a teacher. She teaches students to learn and be a man. On weekends, my mother often goes to school to take care of students. She is a good teacher. Dad is a doctor. He doesn't rest on holidays, but he never complains, does his duty and brings warmth to patients. He is a good doctor! My parents are as serious as Mr. Zhang, and always put their work first, which is an example for me to learn.
When I was a pupil, I joined the Young Pioneers. In the seventh grade, I joined the Communist Youth League of China with honor. I also hope that one day, through my own efforts, I can join China. China is great, and I yearn for her; China is sacred, and joining China is my lofty ideal. When I am in in my heart forever, I will work hard for my ideal!
C. composition: listen to grandpa's past stories
Now TV and newspapers are talking about "the 30th anniversary of reform and opening up". As soon as I mentioned this topic, I couldn't help thinking of the story my grandfather told me.
That day, while we were having lunch, I suddenly found a piece of fat in my bowl, and I got angry at once. Because what I don't like most is fat meat, so I just put it in my father's bowl. At this time, grandpa found my move and shook his head discontentedly and said, "Zilin! Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? This piece of fat was a precious thing in the past. I used to eat fat meat in the New Year! " I was shocked, and my grandfather went on to say, "Alas! Today's children can't understand the hardships of life at the beginning! " Hearing this, I suddenly became interested and insisted on pestering my grandfather to tell me about the past. Grandpa helped his hat and said with a smile, "I'll tell you as long as you are willing to listen."
After dinner, grandpa began to tell stories about the past. Grandpa said meaningfully, "When your father was a child, there were five brothers and sisters at home. At that time, eating at home depended on me acting outside to make money. Your grandmother sometimes carries a basket of eggs to the market to sell. All the money sold subsidizes the family! At that time, we usually ate steamed bread with garlic sauce. Only on holidays can we eat pork, and only on New Year's Eve can we eat pork, jiaozi.
I felt ashamed when I heard this. I don't think I should be picky about food. My parents couldn't choose if they wanted to! I made up my mind to promise my grandfather: "Grandpa, I will never be picky about food again. I want to be a good boy who cherishes the fruits of other people's labor. " Although ashamed, but also a little excited. Because compared with the original, our quality of life has gradually improved. Now we have everything we want, and every household is heading for a well-off life. Grandparents who have never enjoyed happiness in the past should also enjoy it.
Attention (be sure to choose me)
D. Listening to grandparents telling stories-writing
A poem: an old tree in front of my hometown
Not far from the front of the former residence.
There is an unknown old tree.
In old age, middle age remains the same.
Dry, green, green and dry.
I know nothing about its experience.
Its temperament is beyond my description.
Its leaves fall in my mind.
It's just a blur
But on the day I bid farewell to my hometown,
I suddenly noticed this old tree.
It seems to stare at me blankly.
Silently wave your blessings.
Please don't. I don't want to look back
It never said goodbye or cried.
Never told me one thing after another.
Goodbye, it never gave me a step.
So it took away its pain.
Took away its affectionate blessing.
But I didn't know until later
It also took away countless thoughts about it.
Whenever I'm lonely
Always think of this old tree.
Think of my childhood that I didn't worry about.
Covered by its shadow.
How much wordless pain does this silent old tree contain?
But it is a treasure in my memory.
It often comforts me not to be lonely.
And often give me strength and encouragement.
Rule 1: There are three buttonwood trees in front of my house. I heard from my grandfather that when my grandmother married me, he planted it himself. Now my grandparents are almost eighty, and they have changed from young people who were full of vigor to old people who are faltering. The buttonwood tree in front of my house has grown into a towering tree. The old tree in front of my house witnessed the love of my grandparents, my growth and their love for me. Compared with some of my female classmates, I am very.
When I was a child, my grandfather made me a swing in the tree for me to play with. He taught me all kinds of birds that live in trees. I also saw woodpeckers and owls. These are rare because they were all beaten by some bird hunters. These people are really hateful. On summer nights, grandma will take me to the tree and tell me stories. When I was sensible, what my grandmother told me the most was the fate of rural women, and told me to be sure. Going to a big city in the future, grandma's words are very simple. What she has always said to me since childhood is: rural women have poor knowledge, so you must study hard. Now that I'm going out to college, grandma will still say so.
The old tree in front of the door let me know the changes of the rings and the passage of time. When they began to spit green shoots, I knew that spring was coming. In summer, the old tree will turn into a shade and bear many green balls. When the leaves start to turn yellow and fall, it is autumn. At this time, a lot of dandelion-like things will split from the ball and float on your face and neck, which makes people itch. Especially in late autumn and early winter, the branches itch.
E. Listen to the composition of the old man telling revolutionary stories (150 words)
Listen to grandma telling revolutionary stories.
Characters: Grandma, wife, Japanese, granddaughter, traitor, husband, Balu. Granddaughter: (happy) grandma, grandma.
Grandma: Hey, honey, what's so happy today?
Granddaughter: Grandma, haven't you always taught me that I must study hard, be a good person and strive to be a * * * at an early date?
Member? I have good news for you. Your granddaughter will soon become party member.
Grandma: (surprised) Really? All right! All right! Granddaughter has grown up. Grandma is proud of you.
Granddaughter: Grandma, we had a seminar before joining the Party. I want to discuss what I know about the deeds of the older generation. Can you tell me something?
Grandma: (thinking for a moment), well, grandma will tell you about an employee who is related to our family. Thanks to her, why not ... ah.
It was the autumn of 1943, and the Japanese army raided the base area. A team of the Eighth Route Army was scattered by the enemy and hid in our village, and one of them was in our home. At that time, your grandfather was seriously ill and bedridden ...
(Granddaughter, grandma changes clothes to continue) (Husband is ill in bed, wife and No.8 are working on the bedside table)
Wife: Sister, how long do you think this little devil can argue? This group of people tortured by God are on tenterhooks every day. What time does this day end?
Eighth Route: Don't worry, Sister, the little devil is a grasshopper in autumn-he can't scamper for a few days. Under the leadership of Chairman Mao, Japan won't last long. It won't be long before we can drive the little devils back to their hometown, and the good days of our people are coming soon.
Wife: Hey, I really hope this day will come soon. I can't stand this sleepless night. Look at your big brother. He is so ill. I ... I don't know what to do if you don't have a big sister here to help me.
Eight Road: (holding the elder sister's hand) Elder sister, don't say that. You and your big brother are both good people. You can risk me hiding in your house.
I can't thank you enough, and I should help.
Wife: That's not true, big sister. Nowadays, people are in chaos. You said that if China people don't help each other, it will make others laugh, and the Japanese won't get rid of it. Let's fight hard on the 8 th road.
Japan, not just for ordinary people, but for others, who will give his life for the poor? Eighth Route: Elder sister, * * is our people's own party, and the lives of ordinary people are the lives of * * * *. Only by letting the people live a good life can the party truly live up to its own accusations. Chairman Mao has always taught us that Qi Xin should work together, and the whole nation and our compatriots in China should unite to overthrow Japanese imperialism and truly live a better life.
Wife: elder sister, you see your grades go into battle lightly. It's pathetic, and it's really hard for you Now that you mention it, I want to kill the devil with you. Hey, I just don't know when your big brother will get better and do something for us. (The husband coughs, and the wife immediately comes and beats him on the back) Wife: What's the matter with you, master?
Husband: (ahem) Hey, there's nothing wrong with me. I just blame myself. I hope I don't have this disease. Looking at my elder sister now, they are desperate on the battlefield, which is very unpleasant. You call me an old gentleman, hey ... you might as well let me die so as not to drag you down.
Eight-way: Brother, just rest easy. When you are ready, you can fight the devils together. When the devils are driven away, you are still waiting for everyone to build the motherland together. Husband: I hope I can stick to that day.
Route 8: Not far, this day will come soon. (I can hear the footsteps of Suosuo in the distance, whispering) Wife: Gee, there seems to be something wrong (wife goes to the window and follows the No.8 road), as if the devil is coming.
Wife: Oh, what should I do? You must not be taken away by them, sister. You should run away quickly. It is too late. Besides, I can't leave you and eldest brother, what's more, eldest brother is still ill and can't move easily. Sister, is there any place to hide at home? Let's hide first.
Wife: Yes, yes. Before your eldest brother was ill the year before last, he dug a secret compartment in the wall. But it was just the two of us at home, and only two people could be hidden in the secret compartment.
Husband: (struggling to get up) At home, I don't know if this disease can be cured. You and your elder sister hide quickly. I am a sick seedling. If I die, I will die. There's nothing to regret. Besides, the devil may not attack me as a sick ghost.
Wife: Master, I won't leave you alone. Sister, you hide quickly. I live and die with my master.
No, sister, I will never leave you alone. Thanks to my brother and sister for their care these days, I am already very grateful. Sister, please help eldest brother hide and leave me alone. Wife: no, elder sister, the devil is not a person, you are * * *, once you fall into their hands. ...
Eight Road: Sister, I don't make money. If you don't leave, it's really too late (push them into the closet, close their hair and open the door).
Traitor: Taijun, the spy has come to report that there is a female eighth route hidden in this house. Taijun: Yo-ho, Nvba Road must be taken alive. If something goes wrong, you will bear a great responsibility. Traitor: Hey, Taijun, don't worry. My information is true. This eight-way girl can't escape Taijun: Yo-ho, lead the way quickly.
(Traitor knocks at the door, the eight-way door opens, the traitor retreats, and the soldier pushes forward with a gun) Traitor: Who are you?
F. composition: listen to grandpa's past stories
Listening to grandpa's story, Army Day is coming. On August 27th, as a reporter of China Youth Daily, we came to the office of the second veteran cadre in Wuhu City to interview grandpa, a retired soldier of the People's Liberation Army. Grandpa Ruan said: "The Korean Civil War broke out in 1950. Grandpa Ruan is the artillery commander. He was very angry when he saw the United States bombing North Korea by plane. After infinite efforts, we finally shot down 132 aircraft, injured 1234 aircraft, and killed and injured 390,000 American devils, playing the quality of a devil paper tiger! " Grandpa said excitedly, recalling the past, there are still tears in his eyes. Then, the students of Huacheng Dance Class performed several small programs for the grandfathers, who were very happy and excited. He said: "You will certainly take over the revolutionary class, study hard and make progress every day!" " I asked Grandpa Ruan a question: "What kept you going until now?" Grandpa said: "I have revolutionary ideals, and we all know why we are soldiers and why we fight;" Who is a soldier, fight for whom'. The most important thing is that we are not afraid of anything! Although we are very sad for our comrades who died in battle, all we want is to avenge them! "After this interview, I have deepened my experience as a journalist and have a deeper understanding of the significance of being a soldier. I am very happy, I will look forward to tomorrow's interview, and I will behave well!
G. get down on your knees! "Listening to Grandpa's Stories about the Past" is a composition in Grade One 100! Speed ... faster! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Grandpa is retired, and his daily task is to send me to and from school. I always listen to grandpa's past stories along the way. After a long time, I am familiar with the beginning of the story: once upon a time? ......
Grandpa doesn't have a long white beard or smart white eyebrows, but his long voice and thin back always make me want to imagine: a small mountain village in my hometown, jujube trees on the mountain, a stream below the mountain, fish swimming in the stream, my grandfather coming out of the mountain village, and my father born in a small town. ......
Listening to such a story, we walked through the stream of people. Maybe you don't feel anything, but there is always an indescribable intimacy in my heart.
H. how to write a composition listening to grandpa's story
In front of me is a building that has sprung up. Looking at the buildings and land downstairs, I remembered my grandfather and the story he told about this land. Grandpa has been dead for twenty-five years, but his story will remain in my memory forever.
Every night, grandpa tells me the story of this land. Grandpa pinched his cigarette and snapped a match to light it. He lowered his head and pressed the tobacco leaves from the edge of the pot with rough hands. He took a few sips and then began to speak. Grandpa said that it was the place where the Kuomintang local troops and the 42 nd Division had penetrated the barracks. Grandpa also said that as soon as they arrived, they stripped all the trees around them and collected all the thatch cut by each family. I put the house away, and when there was no axe or shovel, I went home to look for it without saying anything. When I found the food, I ate it. When I found the clothes, I took them away. When I bumped into a woman, I was at a loss. Not even animals. Grandpa smoked another cigarette, and his wrinkled face was cold. I looked at grandpa with my chin under his bed, and grandpa spoke again. Grandpa said that many people fled to other places. Those who didn't leave were all because they had land and houses. Grandpa said, if you don't leave, hide the dishes, bowls and chopsticks. They look for flour, but there are no bowls or chopsticks. They ladled rice with a urinal, broke two sticks, and swore while eating, how could such a good basin be hidden in the toilet? Grandpa smiled when he said this, and the wrinkles on his face opened.
On Sunday, I helped grandpa to work in this contracted field, picking seedlings, pinching fertilizer and pulling weeds. After working for a while, grandpa wanted to have a cigarette addiction in the shade of the ground, so he told me again. Grandpa sprayed a few dry mouth cigarettes, and his rough big fingers pressed the tobacco leaves down from the edge of the hookah. Looking at the dark green Yuan Shang in the south, he said that these gangs are harmful to people. When they climb to the edge of the tableland, they talk about mountains and vomit when they see trees. Grandpa pointed to the west with a cigarette pan. It is a wasteland, full of stones, bones and rotten weeds. Grandpa said it was the place where the dead and the sick were buried. Grandpa said that often in the middle of the night, there are sad cries coming from there. It makes people feel cold and tremble all over. The doll rushed into the arms of the adults, who buried the quilt on their heads. Grandpa knocked out the ash from the hookah, and his wrinkled face was full of sympathy. Grandpa said that wasteland belonged to our family in those days. When I was hoeing with you, a dozen people in the team dug a hole in the ground with shovels and hoes. The hole was less than three feet deep, and they left the barracks in tears. Four soldiers grabbed the arms and legs of the crying supplicant, carried them to the pit, shouted a word or two, and threw the man into the pit. The man is as thin as a skeleton. He was completely desperate and kept cursing ... Grandpa stopped talking here. He put the hookah into the pipe and touched it, with hatred in his eyes. Grandpa wrapped the tobacco leaves, lit a match with a bang, and smoked it. After a while, he said, this land in our family was buried today, and tomorrow we will teach these animals to be cemeteries. It's just that they buried the dead, but nine times out of ten they were alive!
Grandpa, stop it. Let's get to work. Although the sun is shining brightly and cars, tractors, motorcycles and pedestrians are flowing on the road not far away, I don't know why my back is cold and my teeth are trembling. Grandpa smiled and said, are you scared? We will open up this wasteland and dry it in winter. At that time, your baby was even more afraid.
In winter, it is not that I am afraid, nor that I am too cold. Because my study task is heavy. Even on Sunday, I have to do my homework. Grandpa did it alone. Every night when he comes back, he will pull a shelf of dried wormwood. Suddenly one day, after dinner, grandpa said to my dad, your mother and your sister are back. Go and have a look. Dad walked into grandpa's wing. There are two skeletons, one big and one small, on Grandpa's kang. Dad knows everything. I doubt it, but dad said grandpa said it was her mother-in-law and aunt. Grandpa can't be wrong. At that time, my grandmother took my 16-year-old aunt to the canal to wash clothes, but she was beaten by patrol officers and took my aunt away. My wife rushed to the door of the barracks, but was stopped by the guards. My wife hugged his leg. What did he do to her? Later, my aunt also died at their hands. My father and I knelt down, kowtowed to my wife and aunt three times, and buried them in my graveyard with a shovel. After the burial, my father and I knelt down again, kowtowed three times to two relatives and ordered 300 silver.
The next spring, when the sun was warm, grandpa knelt on the open ground and grabbed a handful of black and oily soil. Grandpa said that the land is back! Her mother and baby are back! Grandpa was in tears. Watching grandpa cry, I also began to cry.