Beijing, she is the capital of a country; Beijing, she has nurtured thousands of years of Chinese civilization; Beijing, she is the ancient capital of the Nine Dynasties. Last week, my mother and I went to this world-famous ancient city-Beijing. We went to watch the flag-raising ceremony full of charm, vigor and passion.

At about three o'clock in the morning, we packed our breakfast, set off from the hotel, and went to Tiananmen Square to watch the flag-raising ceremony.

We took the bus and arrived at Tiananmen Square after more than half an hour's journey. As soon as I reached the square, those thousands of people appeared in my sight. I saw them pushing, rushing, and running forward. As soon as we got off the bus, we couldn't wait to follow the flow of people and came to the square.

After about a quarter of an hour, the lights on Chang'an Street slowly went out. The crowd on Tiananmen Square stopped bustling and was replaced by a loud national anthem, and the national flag slowly rose in the morning breeze. The bright red flag, dotted with five shining yellow stars, looked particularly dazzling against the backdrop of the Tiananmen Gate Tower.

The national flag rose higher and higher in the singing, and my heart was more and more surging. I stared at the five-star red flag. Gradually, gradually, I seemed to see: On October 1, 1949, the great leader Chairman Mao solemnly announced on the tower that the People's Republic of China was established. As soon as Chairman Mao’s voice fell, there was a wave of cheers from the audience. I seemed to see it again: Before liberation, the soldiers threw their heads and shed blood on the battlefield covered with yellow sand. Some soldiers braved the rain of guns and bullets and rushed to the enemy's trenches desperately. Although the enemy's bullets were splattered with blood, they could not stop the soldiers' firm steps. The soldiers fell, and his red blood stained the land; even more, the five-star red flag was rising slowly! Suddenly, it occurred to me that what was rising was not the five-star red flag, but the roar of the soldiers, yes The fear of the invaders is the hope for the rejuvenation of the Chinese nation!

The national anthem stopped abruptly, the red flag had risen to the top of the flagpole, and the sky was white. I stared at the bright red five-star red flag for a long time again, and saw it dancing in the wind, adding a strong stroke to this solemn atmosphere.

Goodbye to the five-star red flag, goodbye to Tiananmen Square, goodbye to Beijing. Free next time. I will also come to Beijing to watch the solemn flag-raising ceremony!