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Lesson 6 Pinyin of Laoshanjiesheng words

The pinyin of the words in Lesson 6 Laoshanjiesheng are as follows:

kěgēkěqì can be sung and weeped, xiǎnwéirénzhī is rarely known, zhìsǐbúxiè will be unremitting until death, jūgōngjìncuì?dedicated to the end, dāngzhīwúkuì well-deserved, jiāyùhùxiǎ oHousehold name, etc. .

The original text of Laoshanjie text is as follows:

We decided to climb a 30-mile-high Yaoshan Mountain. It is called Yuechengling on the map and its local name is Laoshanjie. We set off in the afternoon and walked up the ravine. I don’t know why I couldn’t move forward. I waited for a long time before taking a few steps, and then I had to stop and wait. The team was packed tightly, and when they got tired of standing, they would sit down by the roadside. When the people in front of them shouted "Go, go, go," they would stand up and start walking again.

I wish I could walk a little longer, but I have to stop after walking a few times. It was getting late and they were hungry. Many people screamed and cursed in annoyance. We stole a moment and ran to the front. The terrain gradually became steeper. We had overtaken our own column and ran to the tail of the "Red Star" column. We happened to find a house on the side of the road at the turning point, so we went in to take a rest.

This is a Yao family, a mother and a daughter. The man probably heard about the team and followed his habit and went to hide somewhere. "Sister-in-law, I'd like to let you rest here." "Please sit inside." She said with a somewhat frightened expression. The team still moved forward very slowly. We started chatting with the Yao people. According to our experience along the way, no matter who they are, no matter how afraid they are of us at first, as long as we explain clearly to them what the Red Army is, their worries will turn into joy and they will become very friendly with us.

Today, we have to give it a try to the Yao people. We talked about the Red Army, about excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes, about the Guangxi warlords who forbade the Yao people to believe in their religion and massacred the Yao people, and about her life here. The woman began to cry. She said that she once had land, but the Han people drove them away from their land. Now I live on this barren mountain and farm other people's land, and I have to pay a very heavy rent every year. She said: "The exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes in Guangxi are particularly heavy on the Yao people, and the Guangxi warlords particularly bully the Yao people.

If only your Red Army had come earlier, we would not have suffered like this." She asked us Are you hungry? This question touches our heart. She took out the little rice she had and put it on a wooden stove in the middle of the room to cook porridge. She apologized to us and said that she didn't have much rice or a big pot, so she would cook more for the troops. We gave her money, but she didn’t want it.

Finally, a comrade we knew came and brought a bag of rice, enough for three days. Although we knew there was a shortage of food ahead, we still gave the whole bag of rice to her. She accepted it with great joy. The troops had to march at night today. Her house and fence were all made of dead bamboo. We were afraid that someone would tear them down and use them as torches, so we wrote a few slogans and posted them in conspicuous places outside with rice soup to inform our troops that they were not allowed to march. Break down the fence and use it as a torch.

We asked the Yao people and found out that there was a bamboo forest ahead that could be cut down to make torches, so we sent people to the bamboo forest ahead to prepare it. The porridge tastes very sweet, because I am really hungry. We also served bowls to the Yao people mother and daughter. After asking about the journey ahead, I found out that there is a place called Leigongyan, which is very steep. It goes up the mountain for thirty miles and down the mountain for fifteen miles. Beyond that is the edge of Tangfang. We haven't reached the bottom of the mountain yet.