紧握沧桑走向辉煌_700字

时间:2013-08-19 14:23:24

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  窗外的呼呼声不时敲打着窗口,闪电的猖狂让我颤抖,我躲在被窝里,不管怎样也不敢往窗外看。终于,雨停了,阳光洒进了被摧残得不成样子的小屋。我缓缓地爬下床,一点一点地走向花园,曾经生机盎然的园子终于没有一点生命的痕迹:满地是被打下的落叶、被折断的枝丫;美丽动人的花儿只剩下憔悴的花蕊,在地上留下歪歪扭扭的影子。我紧握着花瓣,把最后的希望留给了天空,抬头仰望,一条彩虹高挂云端。嗯!太阳造就了那一条独一无二的彩虹,却也照亮了岁月的伤疤。

  1937至1945年中国抗日战争期间,中华民国在南京保卫战中失利、首都南京于1937年12月13日沦陷后,日军于南京及附近地区进行长达数月的大规模屠杀。抢掠、强奸、对大量平民及战俘进行杀害。死伤不少于30万。

  日本政府,一个让人畏惧的名字。看着一张张悲惨的历史画面,眼睛总会红润,紧握的拳头似乎再也张不开,咬紧的牙关似乎再也挪不动。成千上百的中国人就这样堆积在鬼子的脚下,映入我的眼帘;握在鬼子手中的刀,下面是一张又一张无辜的脸;灰色的浓烟笼罩的是尸横遍野、南京城外置于铁丝网上的中国人的头颅随处可见、万人坑上是一具又一具流着眼泪的骷髅,他们似乎在用断了气的咽喉,筋疲力竭地喊:“上帝,求你给我们留下和平,哪怕再勉强”

  战争,从有了生命开始,就一直是让人流泪的字眼;从祖国诞生那天起,就变成了一道道每每触碰就会让人痛苦的伤疤,为了什么?为了满足生命的贪婪,为了满足恐怖的欲望。一滴又一滴的血,留下岁月也无法抹平的伤疤;一滴又一滴的泪,凝聚永生也无法遗忘的悲痛。

  但,当阳光布满大地,彩虹挂上云端,便是辉煌新中国的开端!让我们铭记,那些岁月也无法抹平的祖国的伤疤。

初一:忍耐便是晴

英文版:

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The whir outside the window from time to time hit the window, the rampancy of lightning makes me tremble, I hide in the quilt, no matter what, do not dare to look out of the window. Finally, the rain stopped, and the sun poured into the ruined hut. I slowly climbed out of bed and walked to the garden bit by bit. The once vibrant garden finally had no trace of life: the ground was covered with fallen leaves and broken branches; the beautiful and moving flowers only left haggard stamens, leaving crooked shadows on the ground. I clenched the petals and left the last hope to the sky. Looking up, a rainbow hung high in the clouds. Yeah! The sun created a unique rainbow, but also lit up the scars of the years.

During the Anti Japanese war between 1937 and 1945, after the Republic of China was defeated in the defense war of Nanjing and the capital Nanjing was occupied on December 13, 1937, the Japanese army carried out a large-scale massacre in Nanjing and its surrounding areas for several months. Looting, rape, killing a large number of civilians and prisoners of war. No less than 300000 deaths and injuries.

The Japanese government, a formidable name. Looking at the tragic historical pictures, the eyes will always be ruddy, the clenched fists seem to be unable to open again, and the clenched teeth seem to be unable to move any more. In this way, hundreds of Chinese people piled up at the feet of the devils, which caught my eyes. Under the swords in the hands of the devils, there were innocent faces one after another. The gray smoke covered the fields of corpses. The heads of Chinese people placed on the barbed wire outside Nanjing were everywhere. On the mass graves, there were one skeleton after another crying. They seemed to be using their breathless throat, "God, please leave us peace, even if you can't help it."

War, from the beginning of life, has always been a word that makes people cry; from the day of the birth of the motherland, it has become a series of scars that make people painful every time they touch. Why? In order to satisfy the greed of life and the desire of terror. Drop by drop of blood, leaving scars that can not be smoothed by years; tears one drop after another, condense the sorrow that will never be forgotten.

However, when the sun is all over the earth and the rainbow is hanging in the clouds, it is the beginning of a brilliant new China! Let us remember, those years can not erase the scars of the motherland.

First day of junior high school: patience is fine