This morning, I went to the Martyrs' cemetery to remember the martyrs.
Morning glory blowing trumpet, grass nodded to me. This activity is on the eve of Qingming Festival, so the teacher arranged us to visit the 26 martyrs' cemetery in xishunhe river.
When they got there, the students couldn't help shouting, "Wow, wow!" The majestic tombstone looks very tall in the sky. The ceremony began, and we soon calmed down and stood upright. We sang the familiar song "we are the successors of communism". Next, the teacher told us about the heroic deeds of the eighth road war with Japanese devils. It seems that I really saw the martyrs and heroes fighting against Japan; I heard the loud cries of revolutionary soldiers on the battlefield.
In front of the tombstone, we were serious, upright and respectfully bowed three times to the heroes. At this time, I suddenly hope that the time can be too slow, and then slow down, so that we can stay in front of the tombstone for a while.
Finally, I put the flowers in front of the tomb seriously and cautiously. I was filled with emotion.
To leave the martyr cemetery, I reluctantly looked at the tombstone, and never looked back.