How did the cooks behave in the Long March?

During the Long March, I worked as a quartermaster in the Third Army Corps. There are only nine chefs in our company. The monitor's name is Qian. He is short and dark. He usually doesn't talk much. He is from Ji 'an, Jiangxi. The deputy monitor surnamed Liu, of medium height, is from Xingguo, Jiangxi. Tell a joke. Lao Wang, who carries water, is also our hometown. The rest of the people, unfortunately, I forgot my name ... Just came out of Guizhou, the cookhouse squad leader had an eye disease, and his eyes were red and swollen like a pickaxe, but he still carried a burden of more than 70 kilograms and followed the troops with a stick. At first, his eyes just shed tears, and then blood began to flow, but he was still not idle, always looking for some work to do ... One morning, a cook walked in front of me with a copper pot and suddenly fell dead without saying a word. The third cook ran behind me, with tears on his livid face, picked up the copper pot and left defiantly. The weather on the grassland becomes extremely fast: a gust of wind blows for a while and blows people blind; Then there is the rainstorm, which gives people goose bumps. At noon, it rained heavily and the troops stopped to have a rest. The cookhouse squad quickly found a place to set up a pot and burned ginger soup and pepper water to relieve the cold for the soldiers. When the soup was cooked, the cook who had just selected the copper pot brought a bowl to the soldiers. As soon as he handed the ginger soup to the soldier, the soldier fell to the ground and stopped barking. Just half a day, watching two comrades die, how can you not be sad? Just after midnight, Lao Qian secretly got up to boil water for his comrades. I know he had a high fever yesterday. Let him rest, but he won't. So I got up to help him ... the monitor urged me: "Lao Xie, you go to rest, I'll come alone." His words probed into my thoughts, and by the light of the fire, I found that his face was covered with sweat as big as soybeans. I think something is wrong. I was about to ask him when he whispered to me, "thank you, give me some water!" " "At this time the water is boiling, and I am busy lifting the lid. Suddenly I heard a plop behind me. Looking back, the old money fell to the ground and did not move. I rushed to him a few steps earlier, yelling. The fire was blazing in the kitchen hall, and his body was getting cold in my chest. Some people died on the battlefield, others died under torture, and our monitor died in his post-in front of the stove. On the third day, the copper pot was brought up by another cook. Camping every day, the troops also have boiling water and foot washing water. When the troops arrived in northern Shaanxi, the copper pot was on my shoulder. The company commander saw it and bowed his head; The soldiers saw it and shed tears; What about me? Tears have long since dried up. Nobody said anything, but everyone knew that the chefs had died. However, in the most arduous Long March, no soldier in our company starved to death except for fighting and reducing staff. The copper pot that marked the achievements of the martyrs is still precious in our company. 1. This memoir writes the ordinary and touching deeds of the martyrs in plain language. What kind of feelings run through the whole text? 2. What touched your heart most in this memoir? Why? 3. What difficulties did the Red Army cooks encounter? What did they do? 4. What descriptions do the selected articles use to express the chef? Give an example of each. 5. Try to figure out the context and characteristics of the sentence, and add another sentence after the sentence to form a set of parallelism. When the troops arrived in northern Shaanxi, the copper pot was on my shoulder. The company commander saw it and bowed his head; The soldiers saw it and shed tears.