1960 65438+1On October 8th, Lei Feng and the new soldiers came to Yingkou Station by train. At this time, gongs and drums roared on the platform, and slogans burst. As soon as the new soldiers got off the train, the regiment leaders and veterans immediately greeted them, shaking hands warmly, asking about the cold and the warm, and fighting for backpacks. ...

Lei Feng was incorporated into the handicraft recruits platoon of the transport company and soon began military training.

The monitor of Lei Feng's class is a down-to-earth and diligent soldier. He thinks Lei Feng is small and weak, and he is worried about his training results. At the class meeting, he reminded Lei Feng: "Xiao Lei, we revolutionary soldiers are most concerned about helping each other. If you have any difficulties, you can reply. Don't be bored. " Lei Feng replied happily, "Don't worry, monitor, I'm not afraid of any difficulties."

The monitor guessed it. New soldiers in Dayaoyuan practice throwing grenades, as long as they grab the coach's bullet, run a few steps, and when they withdraw their hands, the coach's bullet flies as far as a swallow. However, the coach held the bullet in Lei Feng's hand, which was a bit heavy. He has done his best in the past few days. He failed once and failed again. The monitor repeatedly taught him the essentials of action, but he studied left and right. After practicing all morning, my arm is sore and I still fail.

At noon, he returned to the dormitory, feeling very uneasy. The room is not hot, but his forehead is still full of sweat. He thought: if one person fails, it will affect the performance of the whole class. Is it unreasonable to be a national defense soldier who can't even throw grenades? He decided to practice harder, spend all his rest time, and never stop until he reaches the standard! He threw it for several days in succession. Instead of making progress, he threw it closer and closer. This really made Lei Feng anxious to sleep and eat badly.

From the monitor's teaching, with everyone's help, he knew that throwing bombs depended on arm strength. So, he throws grenades for a while and practices horizontal bars for a while. Holding an iron bar is biting cold. Who cares? He gritted his teeth and practiced! Practice! Practice! It wasn't until my hands were so worn that I couldn't catch the thick stick anymore that I grabbed my hand and warmed it up. His shirt was soaked with sweat, the north wind roared and the chill penetrated into the bone marrow. He doesn't care.

When throwing live ammunition, the new soldiers gathered at the shooting range, one by one according to the order, opened the Grenade cover and threw it into the imaginary enemy bunker.

"Lei Feng is in place!" The instructor gave the order.

Lei Feng's heart can't help jumping. Knowing the new soldier's mood best, he rushed over and told him, "Don't panic, just hold your horses and be sure to succeed!" "The instructor also gave an encouraging look, as if to say," Be brave, young man. Kung fu will not be practiced in vain! "

Lei Feng promised, unscrewed the cover of the Grenade, put a small iron ring on his finger, jumped out of the trench and rushed across an open field. He shut the door with a bang, and then he heard a bang. The Grenade just landed in the "enemy" bunker and got an "excellent".

Everyone on the shooting range congratulated him. He grinned with excitement. How happy he is! After many days of hard training, I finally achieved satisfactory results.

Lei Feng Story 2: Adding Bricks and Tiles

One Sunday, Lei Feng had a stomachache. He lay in bed for a while, trying to get through it, but on second thought, he had to drive tomorrow, and the pain could not continue. He got up quickly and ran to the health company.

The doctor on duty asked about his illness, pressed his stomach, gave him some pills, and told him, "Never mind, just press your stomach with a hot water bottle and have a good rest, but don't get tired!"

Lei Feng walked back and passed a construction site. The tense labor scene on the construction site attracted him at once. He said to himself, "Hey, that's amazing. Not long ago, it was a cinder yard, and now it is necessary to build a tall building. " Everyone who works here is sweating and full of energy. Bricklayers and brick bearers started a socialist labor competition, and a shrill girl's voice sounded in the loudspeaker, which made the whole construction site steaming.

He was about to leave here when the girl shouted in a shrill voice, "How about ... the bricklayer did his best and broke the previous record with a fine of 1200 yuan per hour. Come on, bricklayer! " Lei Feng turned around and saw that two brick-lifters had a car, one pulling and the other pushing, all of which were doing well, but they still could not meet the needs of bricklaying. He forgot his stomachache, ran to the brick factory, picked up a car and began to work. He pushed one car after another and returned with a full load; It is difficult to climb a mountain. Several workers came to help him. A worker asked, "Comrade, who told you to come?" Lei Feng teased him with a smile and said, "You called me!" "We?" "Yes, you have worked so hard for socialism, so you won't allow me to come?"

Lei Feng thinks it is good to contribute to socialist construction. The more he works, the happier he is. He pushed the cart as fast as he could, pushing more than a dozen cars in one breath. His face was covered with sweat and his clothes were all wet. People on the construction site are very puzzled: "Where did such PLA soldiers come from, so hard!" Some said: hey, it's amazing. Comrades of the People's Liberation Army are all right! "

A worker brought a bowl of water and said to Lei Feng, "Comrade, drink a bowl of water and have a rest."

Lei Feng said, "No, thanks." He picked up the bowl, gulped it down, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and pushed the brick away.

The shortage of bricks soon changed. When Lei Feng had just packed a load of bricks, the shrill announcer ran out swinging his braid and asked Lei Feng:

"Hey, comrade, which unit are you from? What's your name? "

"Why do you ask?"

"You gave us great encouragement, and everyone asked to write a manuscript to praise you."

Lei Feng said, "I am free today. It is right to do some work here. What is there to boast about? " Say, push the car and go.

The announcer looked at his back and said to himself, "Keep it a secret from me. I have to find out your name! "

The whole construction site is in full swing, and the more you work, the happier you are. The construction task was overfulfilled in the first half of the year. After work at noon, when Lei Feng picked up his military uniform and prepared to return to the company, suddenly a group of workers gathered around him. This shook his hand and thanked him. A man in a white shirt came forward to hold his hand and said enthusiastically, "Your coming to work here has inspired us a lot."

Lei Feng said shyly, "What's the matter? Like everyone else, I just did my duty. "

The female announcer asked again, "But I still don't know your name after working for a long time?"

"I should go back ..." Lei Feng began to leave.

The announcer deliberately put a straight face and said, "Comrade, broadcasting your deeds can't just be regarded as praise, it will also promote our future work!"

Lei Feng had to say his name. The announcer threw off his pigtails and ran away with a smile. In a short time, her shrill voice spread all over the site:

"Thanks to the People's Liberation Army, learn from Comrade Lei Feng ..."

Lei Feng Story 3: A bosom friend with a red scarf

Lei Feng hides two beloved things: a red scarf and a captain's armband. From his hometown to Angang, from Angang to the People's Liberation Army, he always carries these two things with him. There are several primary schools near the station. When going to school and leaving school, the young pioneers met the uncle of the People's Liberation Army and either saluted or said hello. Whenever Lei Feng sees their happy smiling faces, he will think of his childhood and the organization that helped him "make progress every day".

1960- 10 served as an off-campus counselor organized by the Young Pioneers of Jianshe Street Primary School and Benxi Road Primary School in Fushun City. His work task is very tense, but he often uses his lunch break, or when he can't drive in the wind and rain, he runs to school to talk with teachers, counselors and players. On weekdays, he also seized every opportunity to collect stories of revolutionary leaders, revolutionary martyrs and revolutionary heroes from newspapers and periodicals, recorded them in his diary, and told them to children whenever he had time. He loves his children, and the children love him and regard him as their closest friend.

One sunny noon, Lei Feng wore a brand-new military uniform with a bright red scarf floating on his chest and walked to Jianshe Road Primary School. The red scarf sparkled in the sun, which made his face red.

As soon as he stepped into the primary school gate, he was immediately surrounded by a group of children. The children are jumping and cheering like magpies:

"Welcome Uncle Lei Feng."

"Please tell Uncle Lei Feng a story!"

When Lei Feng was with the children, he kept laughing with joy. Today, he just got off the bus and was very tired, but when he thought that the children wanted him to play more, he forgot to rest, put down his work and changed his clothes.

Lei Feng became closer to the children. He found that many children were clever, but they were used to being naughty. They can't restrain themselves, violate discipline and affect their study. So he thinks that as a psychological counselor, he should try his best to lead these children to the right path.

There is a pony in the sixth grade of Jianshe Road Primary School. The child is agile and lively, but he is as naughty as hell. He doesn't listen to lectures all day, and he is too old to wear a red scarf. The squadron members ignored him with anger. When Lei Feng knew this, he persuaded the cadres in the team:

"Pony is your classmate, and everyone has a responsibility to help him. He is not good at his lessons. If you want to recruit him to join the study group and help him with tutoring, how can you ignore him? "

The squadron member said, "How can we help him if he doesn't listen to his classmates?"

Lei Feng said, "It doesn't matter. Let's find a way together."

Since then, Lei Feng has been paying attention to getting close to Pony, telling him stories, talking to him and inviting him to play in the dormitory. "

Through the education of Lei Feng and his teacher, with the help of the young pioneers, Pony gradually overcame the shortcomings of playfulness and made progress in his studies. When he first put on a red scarf and saw Lei Feng, he held Lei Feng's hand tightly and said excitedly, "Uncle Lei Feng, I joined the Young Pioneers!" "