I will hand in a paper entitled "The Choice of History" tomorrow.

On the way, the team has passed the grass. One day, Chen Geng felt tired and fell behind the team, pulling a thin horse and walking slowly. Suddenly I saw a 12-year-old little Red Army. In winter, he has two withered and thin lips, a small yellow face and only a pair of broken sandals. His face was red and blue with cold. Chen Geng pulled the horse to his side: "Son, get on the horse and ride for a while." Pretending to be indifferent, the little soldier stared at Chen Geng's thin face with a beard and said with a smile, "Old comrade, my physical strength is much stronger than yours. Hurry up. " Chen Geng said in a commanding tone: "Go up and ride for a while!" "Then I'll race your horse." The little soldier bent down and made a gesture to run. "Then let's go together." "You go first, I'm waiting for my companion." In desperation, Chen Geng took out a small bag of highland barley noodles from his body and handed it to the little soldier: "You ate it." The little soldier pulled the dry food bag on his body, patted it and said, "It's more bulging than yours." Chen Geng had to get on his horse and walk alone. I don't know why, at this time his mood is always restless. His mind flashed children who had dealt with him at the docks in Shanghai, Guangzhou and Hong Kong, and he suddenly shouted, "No, I was cheated." Turn the horse's head and run to the original road. When it arrived, it was already late and the little soldier was dead. That pocket is just a black Achyranthes bidentata bone with several white teeth marks on it.