In the evening, Fan Ya bought a pack of pumping paper from Qin Xiaoyan's home. She took out three tissues and folded the long side in half, and she cut it in half with small scissors. Then she folded it forward and backward, folded it a few times, and then circled it around with a rubber band before she tied it up. Finally, when you open the tissues, they will turn into white petals, and a large and beautiful white flower will be ready.

This is a new skill that Fan Ya just learned from Qin Xiaoyan at Qin Xiaoyan's house.

Fan Ya was very satisfied with her masterpiece, and then she saw how Qin Xiaoyan did it, and went home to try it herself, and it was successful the first time.

Happy, she got to the grandmother who was feeding the pigs with her head down, and couldn't stop chattering: "Grandma! Look at how powerful your granddaughter is, I just watched how Qin Xiaoyan did it, and I did it so well the first time I came back. ”

Grandma didn't know at first that Fan Ya was so happy to learn what to do with Qin Xiaoyan. When she finished feeding the pigs and looked up, Fan Ya was holding a dazzling big white flower in her hand, and immediately scolded angrily and loudly: "The white flower is unlucky, throw it away!" ”

"Grandma! What is this? Why throw away such a beautiful big white flower that others have just worked so hard to fold! Tomorrow morning, the teacher will take us to the county seat, and the martyrs' cemetery will be used to sweep the tombs! "Fan Ya feels like an antique grandmother, sometimes I really can't communicate.

"Then you haven't been there before, how do I know what you're going to do with this white flower, it makes me look a little uncomfortable." Grandma still felt a little wronged.

"We used to be too young! The teacher didn't feel comfortable letting us go that far. Now that we are in the third grade, we are more sensible when we grow up, so the teacher can rest assured that we will go to the county martyrs' cemetery to sweep the graves. Fan Ya spoke, her heart full of pride......

The next morning, Fan Ya, Qin Xiaoyan, and Li Yang each held a white flower in their hands. I had already arrived at the school playground early, and there were already many classmates who were as anxious as them.

Before the teachers arrived, a group of leaderless guys began to go crazy on the playground. There are those who are running, some are chasing, some are fighting, some are arguing after accidentally breaking other people's little white flower farmers, some are playing, some are chatting, and some are picking wildflowers on the edge of the playground.

More and more students came one after another, and the noisy scene became more and more spectacular.

The teachers arrived in time by bus, and the teachers of each class coaxed their students into the bus together like coaxing the chicks into the chicken coop......

The martyrs' cemetery is on the top of the mountain, and the station is still a mountain road from there.

Teacher Wang asked the students to set up their school uniforms, wear red scarves, and hold small white flowers in their hands. There was a long queue and came to the martyrs' cemetery with an extremely heavy heart.

When I arrived at the cemetery, on the pillar at the entrance, there was a couplet with the inscription of Guo Moruo, a famous writer and calligrapher in our country. The upper link is: "The island is full of wind and clouds, and the revolutionary climax is pure and bloody", and the lower link is: "The Oujiang River flows day and night, and the hero's blood is a model in the world." Climb dozens of high steps.

The pines and cypresses in the martyr's cemetery are verdant, the trees are tall and mighty, and it is peaceful. The trees were like warriors, standing guard with their heads held high.

A flock of white doves of peace are "cooing-cooing", as if they are also mourning for the soldiers! As the crowd arrived, there was a "bang-la" sound, and they flapped their wings and flew up to the treetops.

On the central axis of the cemetery, stands a tall monument to the martyrs of the revolution. The stele is engraved with the handwriting of the chairman: "Sacrifice for the country is immortal".

Behind the monument is the main body of the martyrs' cemetery, and the cemetery is a three-story tower shape, where the remains of the martyrs are placed. There is also a very striking relief at the back......

The memorial ceremony began, and the audience stood solemnly. First of all, under the leadership of the teachers, there was a three-minute silence, and with the sound of mournful music, the audience entered a moment of silence.

After that, the director of the cemetery began to speak to the students: "Students! When the Kuomintang fled to Taiwan, it left a unit on our island, doing evil every day, and wanted to make a comeback. Our heroic Chinese People's Liberation Army, after more than two years of tug-of-war, finally liberated the entire island. 144 soldiers sacrificed for us......"

Fan Ya began to wander, she couldn't hear what the principal said later? Her eyes seemed to be in front of the scenes of martyrs fighting bloodily to defend our homeland. They heroically rushed at the enemy, and one group of warriors fell, and another group of warriors rushed up, and her eyes moistened......

Then the principal spoke: "One person must die, some people die as heavy as Mount Tai, and some people die as light as a feather......

Subsequently, the student representative made a speech: it was about the heroic feat of fighting tenaciously for the motherland, treating death as home, and forging ahead bravely, expressing their patriotic spirit

Then, the teacher asked the students to sing "We Are the Successors of Communism" in unison, and Fan Ya straightened her back, as if she was a little soldier.

In the end, they lined up to dedicate their folded white flowers to the revolutionary martyrs to express their sorrows.

After a series of mourning activities, Mr. Wang let the students freely pay homage to the martyrs' tombs.

Fan Ya visited the martyrs' tombs with Qin Xiaoyan and Li Yang. Li Yang quietly asked Fan Ya: "Xiaoya! When the principal was giving a speech just now, I saw that you kept wiping your tears, and your eyes were red, what were you thinking at that time? ”

"Alas! I didn't even know that all of a sudden I was distracted, it felt like I was watching TV. In my mind, those PLA soldiers and bad guys are fighting desperately. Thinking of the glorious sacrifice of these PLA soldiers, tears flowed uncontrollably. Fan Ya told her two good friends about her situation at that time.

"Alas! It seems that our Xiaoya, I don't know if she goes to Fan Yu's house every day and watches war movies with their family, she has watched too much and is a little poisoned. Qin Xiaoyan said this deliberately.

"Xiao Yan! You mean, I've watched a lot of war movies, and I'm just here to touch the scene!" Fan Ya also believed it and said.

"Xiaoya! You're so funny, Xiao Yan must have been just now, are you serious? Li Yang said with a smile.

"I hate it! You two can brush me at every turn! If you join forces to trouble me, I-I'll show my housekeeping skills. Scratch you two to death!" Fan Ya said as she raised her hand to scratch the two of them.

Qin Xiaoyan hurriedly stopped, and said with a serious face: "Xiaoya! Don't forget! What kind of place is this, it's never too late for us to scratch it when we get home. ”

After being reminded by Qin Xiaoyan, Fan Ya also felt that it was indeed a little inappropriate to fight here and now.

They walked and chatted to the relief, and looked at the long and tall relief:

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The vivid and coherent reliefs on it reproduce the heroic People's Liberation Army, bravely destroying the enemy in the battle of crossing the sea. The moving scene of the masses of the people enthusiastically supporting the front and fighting side by side with the soldiers. The two sides of the relief are equipped with couplets: "The mountain is loyal to the bones and retains the heroic spirit, and the stone inscription is heroic and heroic."

The servants were shocked by the scene of the relief, and could not bear to walk away in front of it for a long time.

It wasn't until the teacher blew the slogan of returning to the team that he reluctantly left. onclick="hui"