Recently, I have been thinking hard about "how to be patriotic?" , but can't find the right answer. I was so tired of this question that I had to ask the old people in history for advice.

The teacher smiled and said that he would take me to the historical corridor for a walk. Although I am a little confused, I dare not say anything rashly, just follow the old man closely.

After a while, we found ourselves standing among a group of people wearing ancient Greek robes, and a man with a long beard and chest was making a big speech. I took a closer look. Isn't that Socrates? It turned out that this was the last time he defended himself. "I am like a gadfly sent by God to the city-state, and this city-state is like a fine horse. Because of its huge body and slow action, it needs constant stimulation, and I am like this ... "Listening to Socrates' words on the floor, I thought that he would be sentenced to death, and my patriotism was in vain. I beat my chest and was about to come forward to complain for him, but my sleeve was caught. Looking back, it was a historical old man. He whispered, "Historical things are like bubbles and shadows. You can't change them. Come with me. " I have to do what I'm told.

Within ten steps, I met a boy of six or seven years old. This is an innocent age, but he looks nervous and melancholy, and his forehead is covered with sweat. I am full of doubts, but I dare not be reckless again. I'm just watching. It turns out that there is a lighted fuse not far from the boy, which is shortening at an extremely fast speed. The little boy frowned thoughtfully, only to see him suddenly run to the fuse and want to pee on it. It dawned on me, isn't this the national hero of Prussia? His brainwave saved the whole city.

Leaving the "little boy who peed", I walked into the familiar Beijing city with the old man. Groups of young students with flags passed us, shouting slogans angrily. The old man patted me on the shoulder and explained to me, "This is a demonstration held during the May Fourth Movement when China students asked the China government to refuse to sign the Paris Peace Treaty." A sense of pride came to me, and I couldn't help standing there for a long time until I was reminded by the old man of history again.

This time we went to a completely different place, because it was a completely private place. In a humble hut, a young man is studying at his desk. I leaned over quietly and saw a few lines of difficult foreign languages. Suddenly, the golden light flashed and they became China people:

The name "Mongolia" has long been looked up to by everyone.

"For Mongolia" is a concept that connects us closely.

Mother tongue is the lifeblood of culture and must not be forgotten.

Finally, rest in peace with this homeland and never leave.

This is my hometown where I was born and raised. Mongolia is very beautiful.

I turned to the old man in history and he asked, "What about these poems?" I said, "The author's enthusiasm for Mongolia is between the lines." The historical old man pointed to the writer and said, "This is Da Nazhag Dorg, the founder of modern Mongolian literature. These words are a passage from his long poem My Motherland. " It turned out that the old man took me to visit a patriotic poet this time.

We continue to stroll in the historical corridor, shuttling between historical events. Suddenly, the old man stopped and asked me, "Did you find the answer?" "I think so," I nodded. "Patriotism is an emotion. Everyone with a conscience has patriotism, but the expression is different. Under special circumstances, such as war or overwhelming oppression, it has been strengthened and sublimated, so it is obvious, and many times, it is hidden in people's hearts and is not easy to be detected. Therefore, what is patriotism is inconclusive. " "Not bad." The old man of history went on to say, "As long as you have your own motherland in your heart, as long as you have the desire to make the motherland better, then you are patriotic, and everything you do, big or small, is patriotic."

After saying this, he left, and I didn't even have time to say thank you. But my mood suddenly relaxed, as if I had solved the problem of the Sphinx.