Briefly tell the story of a revolutionary elder you admire and tell why you admire him. abbreviate

196 1 year1kloc-0/month, Peng returned to his hometown-Wushizhai, Xiangtan County, Hunan Province. He looked at the landscape and vegetation of his hometown, which he was very familiar with when he was a child, and looked at the villagers who had been away for many years, and felt particularly cordial. Back in the war years, the villagers followed the * * * production party to make revolution, shed their blood and made great sacrifices, and finally hoped for national liberation and revolutionary victory. Thinking of this, Mr. Peng couldn't help feeling a lot: "Yes, the villagers who have suffered for many years should live a good life!" "

Peng came to the Nangu Commune Brigade in xiang tang District for investigation. It's time for lunch Peng didn't go to the "Gong * * * canteen" to eat rice with crispy rice, but put aside his entourage and went to He Laobo's house not far from the canteen alone. Just across the room, there was a thick smoke, and I saw He Laobo squatting under the stove to cook. Peng leaned over and asked with concern, "Old man, why don't you go to the canteen to eat?"

The old man said grumpily, "What to eat? Only because of Peng Lai's research, the brigade opened a canteen to eat, and everyone with high work scores had to eat. I'm not going to join in the fun. I'm really swollen and fat! " After listening to this, Peng gave a reason and opened the lid conveniently, only to find that the chaff rake was steaming in the pot. Peng Huaide grabbed bran Baba and ate it. The rough and bitter bran stung his throat, which was really hard to swallow. His heart ached and his eyes were full of tears.

When Peng returned to his former residence, a general meeting of members was held. He said, "I'm a beggar and I'm hungry, but that was the old society. Since you are the master, you must seize the opportunity of reclaiming land for growing grain, save yourself by production, and turn the poor team into a rich team. No one should go hungry any more. I am a member when I come back this time, and the team will arrange for me to go to work. If I don't arrange it, I will ask my mother-in-law to go up the mountain to cut wood. " Since then, Peng and the members have participated in collective labor together. He especially advocated opening fields and mobilized his nephew to open fields together in his spare time. My nephew looked at his gray-haired uncle and advised him, "You are an old man. What kind of field do you open? " Peng replied humorously, "old bones is withered, and just practicing kung fu! Don't say that I am old, I can still compare with you young people! " Say that finish, he rolled up his sleeves, and with the hand that had commanded thousands of horses, he swung his hoe like a standard old farmer.

Driven by Peng, Xintian in my hometown was developed one by one and planted with green crops.

Peng happily collected cotton and planted wheat with the villagers, and shed countless sweats. He said: "From this year on, I will come back to work for a month every year, and I can't do other heavy work to help the production team look after the cows and ducks. If you can't come back, you will invest 100 to pay the team. " In this way, Peng set up a special member's "account" in his hometown, regardless of labor remuneration.