传承英雄精神英语作文
The other day the TV reported that a retired school math teacher, Beth Smith, has been volunteering for the past 20 years at a United Nation’s refugee camp in Thailand, helping kids who cannot afford to go to school learn math and English. I was deeply touched when watching the story, especially when the reporter asked Beth why she would spent all her time in a third world country volunteering, she replied, “By helping these kids, I feel I’m doing good for the society, therefore I feel happy.” Her answer made me think about the virtue of helping others, and I realize that she is a true hero in my heart.
  The hero in my heart.
  Everyone's heart have a hero,maybe a person who save the people,maybe a animal who have got good spirit. So far,I can't forget a person who helped plenty of people.His name is Leifeng.I think he was a good person I can't understand why he was so friendly,but I really know,he was a hero in my heart.I looked up upon him.and I will do all things I can do,I want to be the 2nd Leifeng.
  My father is my hero.
  When I was young he would kiss me every night and sing to me as I awoke. He made me feel so special. I knew that my father loved me. It made me feel strong enough to do almost everything.
  He got sick, but strength(力气) kept him alive. He loved his children so much. He gave up years of his life caring for the woman, his wife. She was going to die. Day and night he struggled(努力) for years with her disease. (疾病)Despite disease of his own, he still stood by her side caring for her and loving her until the day she died.
  For a long time, due to the impact of the extreme leftist ideology, we basically hold a negative attitude on the role played by the KMT and its army in the war. It seems that the KMT and its military’s actions in the war, didn’t relate the overall situation of Anti-Japanese War, and even hampered the victory process of Sino-Japanese War. When the Anti-Japanese War Victory Day, the contribution of the patriotic officials always are touched on lightly, people do not know what great battles the Kuomintang fought in, what
sacrifices the soldiers made , and also cannot know how the political leaders use their talent, courage and uprightness to lead the people to defeat the evil invaders.
  In real life, those heroic sacrifice soldiers’ families do not have access to pension. Many meritorious patriotic officers and soldiers of the Kuomintang has been denied for decades, they do not get duly respect, some of them subjected to undue discrimination and even persecution. We should not forget, the Kuomintang anti-Japanese patriotic soldiers had defended this piece of our land and fought in bloodshed, had made outstanding contribution for the independence of the Chinese nation.
  My hero she is, and she loves me, as all other mothers would their children. I remember the time when I was struck on my bed by severe illness, and she used to pick up the coursework for me, journeying from her workplace to school, from school to home. My tears nearly ran out of control when I saw bruises on her knees. She got thoses bruises when retrieving my homework. I feel regret for having said nothing to her; an adolescent sense of rebellion kept me silent. Perhaps to others my mother is merely an ordinary hairdresser and stylist, but she is of the most beautiful and elegent style in my mind.
  When I was young he would kiss me every night and sing to me as I awoke. He made me feel so special. I knew that my father loved me. It made me feel strong enough to do almost everything.
  He got sick, but strength(力气) kept him alive. He loved his children so much. He gave up years of his life caring for the woman, his wife. She was going to die. Day and night he struggled(努力) for years with her disease. （疾病）Despite disease of his own, he still stood by her side caring for her and loving her until the day she died.
leftist  Twenty days later, he died. I lost my hero, my father, a man who was my friend.
  A few years have passed, and the life has changed a lot. But the love for my father won’t change and it will never end.
  "Fire! Fire!" what terrible words to hear when one wakes up in a strange house in the middle of the night! It was a large， old。 wooden house--the sort that burns easily--and my room was on the top floor。 I jumped out of bed， opened the door and stepped out into the passage。 It was full of thick smoke。
  I began to run， but as I was still only halfawake， instead of going towards the stairs I went in the opposite direction。 The smoke grew thicker and I could see flames all around。 The floor became hot under my bare feet。 I found an open door and ran into a room to get to the window。 But before I could reach it， one of my feet caught in something soft and I fell dom， The thing I had fallen over felt like a bundle of clothes， and I picked it Llp to protect my face from the smoke and heat。 Just then the floor gave way under me and I crashed to the floor below with pieces of burning wood all around me。
  I saw a flaming doorway in front， put the bundle over my face and ran。 My feet burned me terrible， but I got through。 As I reached the cold air outside， my bundle of clothes gave a thin cry。 I nearly dropped it in my surprise。 Then I saw a crowd gathered in the street。 A woman in a night dress au d a borrowed man＇s coat screamed as she saw me and came running madly。

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