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A dry food bag with the word "Xie" printed on it-this is a touching story that happened on the way of the Red Army crossing the grass. There is an ordinary Red Army named Xie Yixian. When he crossed the grass, he got four Jin of dry food. On the way, the soldiers saw the hungry mother and son. Xiao Xie left his dry food bag to his teammates. He ate some wild vegetables and cold water every day to satisfy his hunger. Finally, he left because of fatigue. It was not until the mother and son came to return this dry food bag with the word "thank you" that the comrades in the army understood what was going on ... After reading this story, their hearts were extremely heavy! Xie Yixian clearly knows that even a small bag of grain is a life-saving "treasure" on the vast grassland, which means a person's life! However, it was under such circumstances that he resolutely gave his food to his mother; I am hungry every day and don't want to get involved with my teammates; Even at the last moment of his life, he was still asking about the mother and son. After learning the answer that "they are fine", he passed away with a smile ... His deep friendship with the people and his comrades-in-arms deeply shocked me and made me see the "Long March spirit" that we have remembered for generations.

The first one:

1In the autumn of 945, the Red Army entered the grassland. Because three small comrades have gastrointestinal problems, the instructor asked the cooking squad leader to take care of them.

Three patients only walked twenty miles a day. At the campsite, the squad leader dug up grass roots everywhere and cooked for them with highland barley noodles. In less than half a month, all the highland barley noodles were eaten. Hunger threatens them. Although the squad leader looks for weeds and digs roots everywhere, how can he eat enough just by eating these? The monitor watched them slim down and stayed up all night.

One day, the monitor was washing clothes by the river when he suddenly saw a fish jump out of the water. He quickly found a sewing needle and bent it into a hook shape, so that three comrades could eat fresh fish and drink fish soup. But a little comrade noticed that when they were eating fish, the monitor never ate it. Later, the little comrade found that the monitor was eating leftovers and couldn't help crying.

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the grass, the monitor fainted from hunger. Three little comrades hurried to fish and make soup, but the monitor died for them.

The second one:

It was a late autumn day and the sun was setting in the west. Comrade Chen Geng often went hungry and felt very tired because he marched on the deserted grassland for a long time. This time he fell behind, leading the same tired thin horse and moving forward step by step. Suddenly, I saw a little red army ahead, and like him, it also fell behind.

That little guy is only eleven or twelve years old. Yellow face, a pair of big eyes, two thin lips, a little upturned nose, two feet wearing sandals, black and blue with cold. Comrade Chen Geng came up to him and said, "Son, get on the horse and ride for a while."

Pretend to be a pair of indifference, the little guy stared at Comrade Chen Geng's thin face with a beard and smiled and used a Sichuan saying:

"Old comrades, my physical strength is much better than you. Get in the car and go. "

Comrade Chen Geng said in a commanding tone: "Let's ride for a while!"

The little devil stubbornly said, "If you want me to race your horse, let's have a race." With that, he straightened up and made a gesture to run.

"Well, let's go together."

"No, you go first, I want to wait for my companion."

Comrade Chen Geng is very helpless. He took out a small bag of highland barley noodles from his body and handed it to the kid, saying, "You ate it."

The boy pulled the dry food bag on his body, patted it gently and said, "Look, it's bulging. I have more than you. "

Comrade Chen Geng was finally persuaded by this boy, so he had to climb on his horse and walk forward. He rode on a horse and felt restless. Starting with the child he just met, he remembered a series of children. From Shanghai and Guangzhou to the docks in Hong Kong, the poor children he had dealt with appeared in front of him one by one.

"No, I was cheated!" Comrade Chen Geng suddenly gave a cry, immediately turned his horse's head and kicked off his horse several times, running all the way. When he found the child, the child had fallen on the grass.

Comrade Chen Geng struggled to hold the child on horseback, touching the child's dry food bag, stiff. What is that? He took it out and saw that it was a black Achyranthes bidentata bone with several tooth marks on it.

Comrade Chen Geng knows everything. At this time, the little guy stopped breathing.

Comrade Chen Geng put his arms around this boy and slapped him in the mouth: "Chen Geng, how can you be worthy of this little brother!"

The third one:

On the way of the Red Army's Long March, there were interceptions before and pursuers after, and they often had to fight with enemy planes for aerial reconnaissance and bombing. Although the Red Army's air defense weapons were extremely crude at that time, they still carried forward the spirit of defeating the superior with the inferior and daring to fight and fight, actively carried out air defense operations, and shot down six enemy planes on the way to the Long March.

The fourth one:

On the Long March of the Red Army, one touching story happened after another. I read a story called "A Bag of Dry Food". It tells the story that Xiaolan, a Red Army boy of 13 years old, managed to get a bag of dry food when marching with the army, but when crossing the bridge to take care of a wounded person, he accidentally dropped his bag of dry food into the river and was washed away by the water. In order to let everyone have enough dry food to eat, she insisted on not telling her comrades-in-arms, pretending that nothing had happened, taking out a lot of wild vegetables and stuffing them into her satchel, making it bulging. 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 of the matter, so everyone took the initiative to send 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 let us see the excellent qualities of the Red Army soldiers-not afraid of hardship, strong, selfless and enthusiastic ... Xiaolan, who is only 13 years old, has the strong will of an adult, but knows how to understand others. When there is no food, she can reach out and ask her comrades for some, but she didn't do so, but chose silence and bear it herself. At the moment, she is full of comrades-in-arms and ignores her own difficulties; For the seriously wounded, she could leave them and easily go by herself, but she didn't. She took good care of every wounded person without any regrets. A little girl is still like this. It is conceivable that the excellent quality of my great Red Army team has changed.

Long March story

1. On the way to the Long March, there was a female soldier named Xiao Dong who was only 13 years old. Climbing the snow mountain is to give everyone a pepper, and those who are afraid of the cold will chew it. Xiaodong was afraid of spicy food and didn't bring Chili. Xiao Dong just climbed halfway up the mountain, shivering with cold. The players kept shouting: "Comrades, don't sit down, you can't get up if you sit down. Halfway up the mountain, Xiaodong was really cold and tired, but she persisted. Finally, when he reached the top of the mountain, Xiao Dong saw all the players rolling down, which was dozens of feet. She also sat down, and one roll was 100 feet. Finally, I successfully climbed over one snow mountain after another.

2. The heroine in the battlefield: He Zizhen has 17 shrapnel embedded in her body.

In the tragic 25,000-mile Long March, a group of special figures were active, including the wives of central leading comrades, female cadres and ordinary female soldiers. Hunger, disease, bloody battle and death, nothing can stop their progress. This group of amiable and respectable heroines walked all the way through the diffuse smoke.

The author often says that in the winter of 1995, he and the writer Dong Cun traveled all over the streets of Beijing, struggling to find the female Red Army who participated in the Long March that year. This is a very hard job, which consumes a lot of their time and energy, but they still enjoy it, because every interviewee has brought them great surprises, and a long-lost spirit is calling them, inspiring them and moving them.

Although most of the young and all-powerful female Red Army soldiers have passed away, the beautiful story left by the female Red Army on its long journey is still so tragic and touching.

1935 One night in early April, the female Red Army just dragged her tired body to Wulipai near Panxian County, Guizhou Province. An unexpected situation appeared: a group of enemy planes buzzed and suddenly flew from behind the mountain. One of them swooped down quickly, a fierce machine gun bullet strafed head-on, and three bombs landed on the rest camp. The soldiers quickly squatted under the road, in the ditch and on the slope. The high and low terrain covered some people, but the terrible thing was that some Red Army wounded people were lying on stretchers, unable to move at all.

He Zizhen was hiding under a ridge on the side of the road, but she climbed out of the stretcher regardless of her personal safety. At this moment, a bomb was dropped, and a cloud of smoke suddenly rose beside her. ...

The enemy plane flew away, the gunfire and explosion stopped, and the smoke gradually dispersed. He Zizhen's body was covered with shrapnel, and his military uniform was dyed red with blood.

The intense rescue began. The guards rode to the Ministry of Health and asked Dr. Li Zhi to treat He Zizhen. Li Zhixian gave He Zizhen a hemostatic injection, and then made a general examination. It was found that there were 17 shrapnel of different sizes and shades on her head, upper body and limbs. Without any anesthesia, the operation began. He Zizhen was sweating with pain, and his eyes were full of tears, but he insisted.

This story 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.