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1。 During the Long March, one touching story happened after another. A story I know better is called A Bag of Dry Food. It tells the story that Xiaolan, a boy of the Red Army aged 13, managed to get a bag of dry food when marching with the army, but when crossing a bridge, he accidentally dropped his bag of dry food into the river and was washed away to take care of a wounded person. She insisted on not telling them because everyone had enough dry food to eat. In order to pretend as if nothing had happened, she took out a lot of wild vegetables and stuffed them into her bulging bag. Soon, her health deteriorated. After the head nurse found out that she was eating wild vegetables and "dry food" in her bag, everyone knew the truth, so everyone gave her some dry food, which made her feel the warmth of home ... Although the story is small, the connotation is not small. These little details and stories can reflect the excellent qualities of the Red Army soldiers-not afraid of hardship, strong, selfless and enthusiastic ... just Xiaolan, a girl of 13 years old, but with the same strong will as a boy; But you know how to be considerate. When she has no food, she can reach out and ask her comrades for some. She didn't do it. She chose silence and didn't tell anyone. At this moment, she only thought about the interests of her comrades-in-arms and ignored her own difficulties. For the seriously injured, she could have let them die, but she didn't. She took care of a wounded man without complaint. A Xiaolan is still like this. It is conceivable that the quality of my great Red Army team has changed.

2。 The little sun on the snowy mountain.

In the mountains of Jin Jia, it snowed. Whenever the procession is slow, the energetic singing of the female soldier will ring. However, when the troops climbed to the top of the mountain, the happy red figure in the team disappeared. ...

The story took place in June 1935. The Jin Jia Mountains are covered with continuous mountains and snow. The wind mixed with large snowflakes rolled and roared, and the snow-capped mountains seemed to tremble in the cold air.

The advancing team is a little slow. The cold, hungry and thin air is attacking this powerful team, and many comrades-in-arms have closed their eyes forever in this land that makes the gods fear.

Suddenly, a vibrant song sounded in the snow: Jin Jia Mountain is high and high, hold on, win! The sun is shining over the snow-capped mountains, hey! The sun was warm and the soldiers came over. ...

Singing through the snow dispelled the cold and fatigue and brought warmth to the advancing team. Everyone looked up and saw a small red figure dancing and singing on the hillside, waving Allegro in his hand. A happy figure is like a beating flame. "Our little sun is rising again!" The soldiers laughed.

This singing female soldier is a small hygienist in the Red Army, and no one knows her name. Along the way, the little girl wove the story of marching into a ballad, which inspired everyone to move forward and became everyone's "pistachio". When climbing the snowy mountain, the little girl was thinner, and her sister was afraid of freezing, so she gave her a red sweater she wore. She is very happy. She wore this knee-length sweater and ran before and after in the team, singing and dancing on the hillside. The bright red color is particularly dazzling in the snow, so everyone calls her "Little Sun".

As the team approached the top of the mountain, the air became thinner and thinner, making it difficult to breathe. Many comrades-in-arms sat in the snow because of fatigue and hunger, and this sitting became a statue of ice and snow. The red sweater can't resist the cold, and the pace of "Little Sun" is getting slower and slower. Suddenly, she stopped, and an injured soldier sat on the side of the road, burying his head in his arms, as if he were dozing off. Here, pause means death. "Little Sun" shook him desperately, and the soldier just said vaguely, "Cold, cold ..."

The team is still moving slowly. Suddenly I found that the happy red figure was missing from the team. Soldiers of the cadre recuperation company searched everywhere. In the snow on the hillside, they saw the young health worker lying quietly on the hillside, and there was no breath of life. She was only wearing a thin military uniform, and there was not a trace of blood on her little face. On the stretcher, the soldiers found the red sweater, which was worn on an injured soldier. The injured soldier recalled with tears that he was tired and sat in the snow, feeling that someone was trying to pull him. By the way, he heard a song. He said it was a well-known song: it's sunny over the snowy mountains, hey! The sun was warm and the soldiers came over. ...

Everyone was silent. The wounded soldier took off his red sweater and solemnly put it on the snow. It is like a happy smile of a female warrior, stretching out in the vast snowfield. Looking up, the peak has cleared slightly, and the sun is red, shining on the white snow, reflecting a golden light.

Through the years, 70 years ago, many beautiful and heroic stories are still vivid. There was once a little girl who loved singing and walked happily in this magnificent team. She sang the loudest ballad, making the tired soldiers look up at the sky and see the sun. She skipped the most touching dance, making the injured veterans forget the pain and laugh happily; She once rejoiced in an ordinary red sweater and regarded it as a treasure. At the most dangerous time, she gave her most precious things, together with the hope and strength of life, to her comrades.

She's just a child. That year, she was 15 years old.

3。 The story of copper basin

On the March, we arrived at a village called Fumin County, where a local tyrant was very rich. We took some things when we were fighting local tyrants. One of them is a copper basin. This basin is very beautiful. It has two handles and is very thick. When I came back, I asked the company commander and instructor to give me the basin, which later played a great role!

After I brought it back, our class used it to cook, boil water, cook and beat drums at meetings. Another function, which you didn't expect, is to burn lice. We only have one suit and wear it every day, whether it is sunny or rainy. Clothes are dry and wet. When you open them at night, you can catch a few lice as soon as you reach out. So in the evening, everyone boiled water in a copper pot, then spread the clothes on the ground and poured water on them for ironing.

After we used it, soldiers from other classes came to borrow it from us and scalded lice. The copper basin played a great role, and slowly, the soldiers developed feelings for it.

I took it with me during the Long March until I left Gansu. On one March, I ran so fast that I lost the copper basin hanging on my backpack. Later, when they found it, everyone cried.

Give each other a bite of highland barley noodles.

When we arrived in Aba, we were short of food and had no choice. I was ordered to take the silver dollar to look for it. On the first day, we went out to look for it and found nothing. The next day, I came to a village. There are many houses in the village, but I can't find food. The people themselves don't have enough to eat! I went to a family at noon and found a pile of highland barley in the corner. I grabbed it and gave it a twist. I am very happy. I fought and fought until it was dark. I got more than 20 kilograms of wheat. I'll recite it, and everyone will fry it in a pan. We were so happy that night. We were the first people in the company to get food.

But soon the food was eaten up. Reluctant, everyone began to eat their own belts, sitting by the fire and eating while baking. Later, the belt was quickly eaten up.

One night, no one ate anything. I held the last handful of highland barley noodles in front of this one, this one shook my head in front of that one, and that one was not needed. I know, everyone is hungry, but they won't eat. Finally, we pushed it around and spilled highland barley noodles all over the floor. Everyone is very sad. In order not to waste, we picked up the highland barley noodles on the ground and ate them.

Got a stick from the political commissar

I fell behind after leaving the grass. At that time, the teacher Zhang Zhenkun rode a horse and personally took the reception team to take in the fallen comrades. He recognized me at a glance and asked me, "Young man, why are you left behind?" Aren't you usually in good spirits? "I told the teacher that we have no food and can't walk any further. Hearing this, he didn't speak for a long time. He asked me to put the gun on his horse and let me get on it. But how can I let the teacher go? I firmly refused, so he said, there is a forest ahead. When we get there, we will kill all the horses and mules and cook them. You must come! Then he left.

No sooner had the teacher left than a political commissar came. As soon as he saw me like that, he immediately got angry: "What's the matter with you!" " ""I really can't leave. I won't leave. " Hearing this, the political commissar flew into a rage and hit me hard on the back with a stick.

Afraid of being beaten again, I had to keep my head down, but I was really wronged. I cried as I walked, but I thought there was beef ahead. I picked myself up and walked away 10 miles in one breath. When I arrived at my destination, I found that the cow had been slaughtered. I shared a small bowl of beef. Later, I thought about it. I really appreciate the great political commissar. He is doing good for me. His idea is simple, that is, to save one more person. Chen Xiaojuan Xue Bin

Wu Hengyang, a native of Shimen County, Hunan Province. 19 18 was born in June, 1935 joined the Chinese red army of workers and peasants in August, and 10 joined the China * * * production party as a deputy military post. He has served as monitor, brigade secretary, section chief of the Youth League Organization, director of the Youth League Political Department, deputy political commissar of the third regiment of the Northeast Independent First Division, political commissar of the 88th regiment of the Northeast Tenth Column, director of the Division Political Department, deputy political commissar of the cadre department of the Northeast Public Security Force, deputy political commissar of the Changtan Military Division of Shandong Province, and political commissar of the Jining Military Division of Shandong Province.

He participated in the world-famous 25,000-mile Long March and major battles in various periods. War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression participated in the famous Wutai Mountain Campaign, Liaoxi Campaign and Heping Gold Campaign during the War of Liberation. 1955 confers the rank of colonel. In the same year, he won the third-class August 1st Medal, the second-class Independent Freedom Medal and the second-class Liberation Medal. 1988 won the second-class Red Star Meritorious Medal, and 1965 left his post in August.

Respondents: monkey doctor-scholar level 310-1114: 21.

Long March Story-Three Treasures Goodbye Duckling

There are fifty-three people in the Long March, including four from other schools except our school. For the Long March, we made a lot of preparations, and also asked various questions from the old Red Army and the old soldiers who really walked the Long March. We carefully studied the map and marching route, and worked out the marching schedule, quilts, clothes, kettles and rice bowls. It's important that every boy has a weapon. I brought a triangular scraper. In order to cope with the disease, we have prepared a large number of medicines, and equipped two female health workers, Guiying and Wen Hui, in the third grade. They are very useful and popular people on our long March. On the Long March, the biggest threat to us was injury. I also brought three treasures, which are rare for ordinary students: a small military mosquito net, a pair of leggings and two pairs of monk socks. That mosquito net is only one person wide, one meter eight long and very light; Leggings are khaki; The foundation of monk socks is double-lined, very strong. Socks are thick and long, and it is not easy to get dust after binding. These are all given to me by my mother. She used them in the army. Mother said that the monk put some soap on the side of his socks, so his feet were not easy to blister on the Long March. I have no blisters in the future. Before I left, my mother also taught me to play leggings and taught me several methods. I only learned the one-word method and the fish scale method. In fact, later practice has proved that if the marching speed is not too fast and the distance is not too far every day, it is useless to play leggings, and it will not swell if you don't play your legs. I also brought a secret thing, that is, my own transistor radio.

12 One morning in early February, we set off. The night before departure, most of us went back to school and lived in the classroom. Before dawn the next day, we quietly gathered and left, adding a bit of mystery to the atmosphere at that time. The sudden disappearance of a large group of us, the focus of the whole school's teachers and students, made the line of criticizing the reactionary bourgeoisie lose its pertinence and caused various speculations. People thought that we must have gone north, and some even offered to intercept us, but no one thought that we were going east and then south, all the way to the border. If this whereabouts is exposed, it will definitely be a big sensation.

"Red flag flying, bugles sounded, soldiers don't go home. . . "After more than an hour, we walked more than five kilometers, and it was almost dawn. On the first day, the leader was Zhang (nickname). He told everyone to have a rest and eat something. After dinner, we walked on. At this time, it is far from the school and people are much more relaxed. We are like diving into the sea, all the way in high spirits and singing all the way. Someone suggested that "Chairman Mao's soldiers listen to the Party's words best" be our team song. I didn't quite agree with several players, so I sang "There are a Group of Ducks in the Production Team" and changed the last sentence "Goodbye Ducks, I'm going to school" to "Goodbye Ducks, I'm going to the Long March". Later, more and more people sang, which became the actual team song.

The first day's journey is not very far, about 20 kilometers. However, there are also some people in our team who can't walk and fall behind. I was arranged in the reception group and walked slowly with those limping students. Walk a few more miles every day before and after running. At that time, our organization was relatively strict, including the team Committee, advanced soldiers, reception team, logistics team, health workers, drum mobilization and so on. Walking slowly all day, most people can't walk in the afternoon. We have to find a school to camp. The logistics team poured hot water to wash everyone's feet. At this time, I found that more than half of people have blisters on their feet, big and small, and they will scream when washing their feet. Two health workers are running around. They carefully pricked a hole in the bubble on those people's feet with acupuncture needles, and then put their hair in to let water come out of the bubble. They held the boy's feet and ducks in their arms without hesitation. My feet are not blistered, so I have to watch the blistered boys enjoy their tenderness. However, the next day my luck came. . .