654381October 8 is a day I will never forget. I joined the China People's Liberation Army with honor and realized my noblest wish. Motherland! Everywhere I went, my kind mother, China * * * Production Party, took good care of me. On my first day in the army, I took off my clothes and got off the train and caught a cold because it was very hot in the carriage. I can't sleep at night, coughing, having a fever and sometimes catching a cold. It was already midnight, and the battalion commander came to our dormitory. Some comrades left the quilt uncovered, so he gently covered it. He found me awake. He came to see me cough and asked softly, "Do you have a cold?" I said, "Nothing." At that time, I thought it was better not to tell the director about this minor illness so as not to disturb him. The battalion commander checked the shop two or three times overnight and found that I didn't sleep. Knowing that I had a cold, he called a doctor from a health company to treat me, took medicine and told me to sleep well. The battalion commander who is close to his parents took off his cotton-padded coat and brought a new quilt to cover me for fear that I would freeze. My pillow was wet with tears of excitement. I really want to give my heart to the party. I'm determined to join the army and serve the people well.

The first political lesson

65438 10/9 after breakfast, comrades from our new barracks gathered in an auditorium, and the director of the political department gave us the first political lesson. He said that you have joined the China People's Liberation Army and shouldered the sacred responsibility of defending the motherland. You should learn politics and modern military science and technology, be proficient in weapons, always be vigilant and be ready to destroy enemies who dare to invade our country ... Colonel Wu then introduced us to the glorious history of our regiment and told us many heroic deeds in the war years. The film Dong Cunrui was shown after class. Seeing the heroic deeds of Dong Cunrui, a war hero, who bombed the bunker, I was moved to tears and determined to learn from him. When I came back from class, I found a People's Liberation Army Pictorial. I saw the portrait of Huang Jiguang, a war hero. I cut him out and posted it in my diary. I keep a diary every day. I want to see him first and think about him. What a great education and encouragement my first political lesson in the army gave me!

Impart knowledge to everyone.

In late April, I came to the transportation company and began to learn automobile structure, automobile principle and driving with more than 30 new comrades. After studying for a week, some comrades feel that progress is fast and it is difficult to remember and learn. Comrade Tong Zhanpei in my class is not easy to accept. He learned today and forgot tomorrow. He found it difficult to learn automobile theory. He failed the exam for the first time and was a little discouraged. The platoon leader (who is also a car instructor) said to me, "You are learning better. You should help Comrade Tong Zhanpei well. It would be great if you all got 5 points in the next exam! " I think the platoon leader is right: no matter how good your academic performance is, you can only drive one car in the future. If everyone studies hard, can't he drive more? The monitor also specially assigned me to help Tong Zhanpei. How to help? In the group discussion after class, I always let him speak first. I will remind you that there is something I don't understand, and it has gradually improved. One day, we discussed the structure and working condition of carburetor, and he couldn't explain it clearly. I took the photo and explained it to him, but he still shook his head and said he didn't remember. I'll tell him a paragraph in paragraphs and ask him to repeat it. After teaching sentence by sentence for more than two hours, he finally understood. We study together from morning till night, and his progress is obvious. He got five points in the second exam, and everyone was happy for him. The army set off an upsurge of learning culture, and we even opened elementary classes, advanced classes and junior high schools. The company lacks cultural teachers and mobilizes everyone to "teach soldiers with soldiers". I think: under the training and education of the party, my cultural level is not high, and I have only learned a little cultural knowledge, so I should serve the company well. I volunteered to be a part-time teacher. The company leader assigned me to be in charge of the senior and junior grades. At first, I met many difficulties, mainly because I was too busy. I study technology every day. I am the leader of the technology learning group. Everyone also recommended me to become a learning member of the company club, reading newspapers, broadcasting and teaching songs to everyone every day. Now I have to prepare lessons, attend classes and correct my homework. Even in my spare time, I don't rest and sleep less at night. The director of the company encouraged me to do these things well, relieve me of my duties and concentrate on teaching culture classes. When I think about the cultivation of the Party, no matter how busy the work is, no matter how difficult it is. I teach Chinese and arithmetic in high schools and primary schools, and most of my comrades have responded well, but some comrades just don't listen attentively. The newspaper published the article "Chairman Mao cares about the culture of guards and soldiers". I'll read it to you to illustrate the importance of cultural learning. Qiao Anshan, a comrade in our class, has a lower education level than others and lacks confidence in learning. When he studies math, he will have a headache. He has no pen and notebook in class, and sometimes he is absent from class. Once, I asked him to do his homework. He said that he had lost his pen. I gave him one of my pens and ordered him an exercise book. He was very moved, his enthusiasm for learning gradually increased, and his exam results were good. I completed the teaching task as scheduled, and the overall evaluation of the class was excellent.

Take care of an old lady

At the beginning of June, I was on a business trip and took a bus back to Fushun at Shenyang Railway Station. At 5 o'clock in the morning, it's time to get on the bus. Just approaching the overpass with a backpack, I saw an old lady with white hair carrying a big bag. It is very difficult to take a few steps to have a rest. I quickly helped the old man with his luggage and helped her get on the train. The old lady was so tired that she was sweating all over. She gasped for half a day before she said to me, "Good boy, aunt can't forget you!" " When I got on the bus, it was crowded. I found a seat for the old man and stood next to him. The train started, because I didn't have breakfast, and I was hungry. I took out two loaves of bread bought at the station and gave them to the old lady. She was very happy with the bread. She said, "It's nice of you to be a soldier. When I saw my son, I asked him to write to your boss ... "The old man said that she was from Shandong and went to Fushun to look for her son, but she didn't know where he lived. She took out a letter and showed it to me. I remember that the address written above is "dormitory 4, Fushun high XX mailbox". Of course I don't know this place, but in order to reassure the old man, I said, "Aunt, don't worry. It is easy to find the address. I'll help you find it when you get off. " I arrived in Fushun at 6 o'clock. I put my backpack at the station, carrying the burden of the old man, and led the old man to ask around. It's almost 9 o'clock, and I finally found it-this "XX mailbox" turned out to be a secret factory. When the old man saw his son, his eyes filled with tears. He said, "Son, if this soldier comrade hadn't found it for his mother, it would be rare to see you today ..." When he left, the mother and son were very grateful and sent me away. I don't want to report it, because this is what I should do. Who knows, the old man's son really wrote a letter to the army, asking the leader to praise the unknown soldier. I was three hours late that day, and I couldn't hide it if I wanted to ...

Happy Sunday

One Sunday two months ago, I went to a health company for a medical examination and came back. On the way, I saw a building being built in the open space in front of the regimental headquarters-I heard that a primary school would be built. I think that leaders often talk about carrying forward the glorious tradition of supporting the government and loving the people. Anyway, today is my rest day, so why not push bricks with the workers' comrades? Pushed eight or nine cars in one breath. The workers began to rest, but I kept trying. The workers feel very strange: where did such a PLA soldier help lift bricks? A comrade in a blue uniform came up to me, held my hand tightly and asked me which unit I was from and what my name was. I didn't want to tell him at first, but a worker comrade around me said, "He is the secretary-general of the Party branch in the second work area of our construction company." This stumbles me: don't say it's bad, go ahead, you must be boasting again. I'm just saying it's okay today. It's right to take part in some work. But no, they must know my name. I have to say. I ate two meals on Sunday and worked until I went back to the company for dinner. In the evening, the workers came to our company with gongs and drums and sent a thank-you letter written in red paper. Only then did the comrades in your company know that I took part in a day's voluntary labor despite my illness. Strangely, taking part in some labor relieved my stomachache, so I joked that taking part in voluntary labor can cure diseases. ...

Save 200 yuan

I will never forget what I suffered from growing up. Military commanders often teach us not to forget the past, which is betrayal. Our country is not rich and still has difficulties, so we must carry forward the fine tradition of thrift, hard work and plain living. Every penny I spend naturally reminds me of my past life and tells myself not to forget my roots. This Spring Festival, I only spent 25 cents on my haircut, and I didn't pay the rest. Comrades said that the socks I was wearing were different and should be replaced with new ones, but I mended them and wore them anyway. ..... In July this year, I went to the Sports Meeting of the Corps of Engineers, and the weather was very hot. Many comrades go outside to buy soda. I also want to buy a bottle, take out the money and come out. I found a water pipe there. I put the money away again, turned on the tap and drank enough. When I did this, some comrades called me a cheapskate and suffered too much. I mean, we can't forget the pain. When the country is in trouble, we should share our worries and do it bit by bit. It's not a matter of meanness. I pay an allowance of 6 yuan every month, leaving only 50 cents for pocket money, and the rest are saved. I joined the army for more than half a year and saved 32 yuan. Plus the salary I saved in the factory, I have saved more than 200 yuan now. The money is used to support the Liaoyang people's commune and the disaster area. One Sunday two months ago, I went to the street for a haircut and saw thousands of people celebrating the establishment of Wanghua District People's Commune. I think: a newly established people's commune is bound to have many difficulties. As a PLA soldier, I must support it with practical actions. I thought about it, so I took 200 yuan money from the savings office. I went to Wanghua District Commune and explained my purpose. The commune cadres only said that they would accept my heart and not accept money. I said that the people gave me this money, and now I will give it back to the people to support the people's commune in developing production. You must accept this money, just like parents accept money from their sons, so you're welcome. After talking for a long time, the commune only collected 100 yuan. Soon, the newspaper reported that the Liaoyang area had suffered a once-in-a-century flood. I joined the army from Liaoyang and have a deep friendship for everything there. I can't stand by and watch the disaster there. After much deliberation, there was no other way, so I sent the 100 yuan confiscated by the commune to the Liaoyang Municipal Committee of Zhong * * *, and asked them to transfer it to the people in the disaster area. I don't want leaders and comrades to know what I should do, because I can never repay the kindness of the party. Who knows that afterwards, both the commune Party Committee and Liaoyang Municipal Committee wrote to praise me, which made me very uneasy. ...

Flood control and emergency rescue

The rainstorm lasted for several days, and the flood in Fushun area continued to rise. On August 3, we received an order from our superiors: go to Shangsi Reservoir outside the primary school to fight floods and rescue. I was in poor health at that time, and the company commander asked me to be on duty at home. I bargained: "You can't leave me at home at this time!" " "Comrade Quan Lian and I went to the reservoir to dig spillway overnight. The colonel and the political commissar fought with us in the spillway. It rained heavily and the dam kept collapsing. Everyone is waving shovels and pickaxes, and the more they work, the happier they are. Not to mention being bitter and tired. Just thinking about saving the reservoir is saving the coal capital. Carelessly, the shovel in my hand was knocked off by the falling soil, and it was dark and rainy. I had to use my hand as a shovel to dig mud, and my fingers scratched my skin. But when I saw the scar on my left wrist, I remembered the pain of the past and thought that it was nothing to scratch my finger to protect people's lives and property from loss today. I continued to work. When the company commander saw me digging by hand, he asked me to do propaganda and agitation. So I immediately collected the company's good deeds, made oral broadcasts, led everyone to sing and shout slogans, and the spillway became active, and everyone became more and more happy in the face of the wind and rain. After working for four days, I fell ill and fainted on the dam. Comrades helped me to the kang of a fellow villager, and the more I thought about it, the less I felt. The storm outside tore my heart. I have to go to work, but the hygienist won't let me. I took my diary out of my schoolbag and turned to the first page. I saw the image of Huang Jiguang, a war hero. His eyes were fixed on me as if to say, Lei Feng! Can I lie down and rest in my hometown at this time? A force inspires me. I persuaded the military doctor with Huang Jiguang's heroic deeds and went to the reservoir site ... Great party, my kind mother, everything I have belongs to you. I will always be your loyal son and public servant of the people. For the cause of the party and the people, even mountains, seas and rivers and even broken bones will never change. -1960. The original title was "Material of Comrade Lei Feng's exemplary deeds", but now this title was changed by Comrade Lei Feng himself.