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1。 During the Long March, moving and touching stories happened one after another. One story I know better is called "A Bag of Dry Food". It tells the story of Xiaolan, a 13-year-old Red Army boy, who finally got a bag of dry food when he was marching with the army, but accidentally dropped his bag of dry food into the river and washed it away while crossing a bridge to take care of a wounded man. She insisted on not telling them because everyone had enough dry food to eat. In order to pretend that nothing happened, she pulled out a lot of wild vegetables and stuffed them into her satchel, which was bulging. Soon her health was failing. Only after the head nurse found out that she was eating wild vegetables and "dry food" in her satchel did everyone know the truth of the matter, so everyone gave her a little 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 ... Xiaolan, who is only a 13-year-old girl, has a strong will like a boy; But you know how to be considerate of others. When she has no food, she can reach out and ask her comrades for some. She didn't do this. She chose silence and didn't tell anyone. At this moment, she only thought about the interests of her comrades and ignored her own difficulties. For the seriously injured, she could have left them to fend for themselves, but she didn't. She took good care of a wounded person without complaint or regret. A Xiaolan is still like this. It is conceivable that the quality of my great Red Army team has changed.

2。 Little sun on the snowy mountain.

In Jiajin Mountains, it is snowy and snowy. Every time the marching team is slow, the energetic songs of the female soldiers will ring. However, when the troops climb over the top of the mountain, the happy red figure is gone in the team ...

The story happened in June 1935. Jiajin Mountains is covered with rolling mountains and snow. The wind mixed with large snowflakes rolled and roared, and the snow-capped mountains seemed to tremble in the cold air.

the advancing team is a little slow. Cold, hungry and thin air are attacking this strong team, and many comrades have closed their eyes forever in this land that makes the gods fear.

Suddenly, a vibrant song came from the snow: Jiajin Mountains is high and high, hold on and win! It's sunny over the snow-capped mountains, hey! The sun is warm and the soldiers are laughing ...

The song penetrates the snow and dispels the cold and fatigue, bringing warmth to the advancing team. Everyone looked up, and a small red figure on the hillside was dancing, singing and waving Allegro in his hand. The happy figure was like a beating flame. "Our little sun is rising again!" The soldiers laughed.

This singing female soldier is a small hygienist in the Red Army, and no one knows her name. Along the way, the little girl wove the marching story into a ballad, which inspired everyone to move forward and became everyone's "pistachio". When climbing the snow-capped mountains, the little girl was thin, and her elder sister was afraid of freezing, so she gave her a red sweater she was wearing. She was very happy. She ran before and after in the team in this big sweater that was knee-length, and sang and danced on the hillside. The bright red color was particularly dazzling in the snow, so everyone jokingly called her "Little Sun".

The procession is close to the top of the mountain, and the air is getting thinner and thinner, making it difficult to breathe. Many comrades sat in the snow because of fatigue and hunger, and this sitting became a statue of snow and ice. The red sweater can't resist the cold, and the pace of "Little Sun" is getting slower and slower. Suddenly, she stopped, and a wounded soldier sat by the roadside, burying his head in his arms as if he were dozing off. Here, pause means death. "Little Sun" shook him desperately, and the soldier just mumbled, "Cold, cold ..."

The team still moved slowly. It was suddenly discovered that the happy red figure was missing from the team. The soldiers of the cadre recuperation company searched everywhere. In the snow on the hillside, they saw the young health worker lying quietly on the hillside, and there was no breath of life. She was only wearing a thin military uniform, and there was no trace of blood in her small face. On the stretcher, the soldiers found the big red sweater, which was worn on an injured soldier. The wounded soldier recalled with tears that when he was tired, he sat in the snow, only feeling that someone was desperately pulling him. By the way, he also heard a song. He said that it was a familiar song: It was sunny to climb over the snow-capped mountains, hey! The sun was warm and the soldiers walked with mirth ...

Everyone was silent. The wounded soldier took off his red sweater and laid it solemnly on the snow. It is like a happy smile of a female warrior, stretching in the vast snow. Looking up, the peak has been slightly sunny, the sun is red, shining on the white snow, reflecting a golden light.

through the years, 7 years ago, many beautiful and heroic stories are still vivid and vivid. Once there was a little girl who loved singing and walked happily in this magnificent team. She sang the loudest ballad, making the tired soldiers look up at the sky and see the sun. She skipped the most touching dance, making the injured veterans forget the pain and smile happily; She once rejoiced in an ordinary red sweater and regarded it as a treasure. At the most dangerous time, she gave her most precious thing, together with the hope and strength of life, to her comrades.

she is just a child. That year, she was 15.

3。 The story of a copper basin

On the March, we arrived at a village called Fumin County, where a local tyrant was very rich. We took some things when we were fighting local tyrants. One of them is a copper basin. This basin is very beautiful. It has two handles and is very thick. After I came back, I asked the company commander and instructor to give me the basin, which later played a big role!

after I brought it back, our class used it for cooking, boiling water and cooking, and it was also used as a drum to knock at meetings. Another function, which you didn't expect, is to burn lice. We only have a suit of clothes, which we wear every day, whether it is sunny or rainy. The clothes are dry and wet, and when we open them at night, we can catch several lice as soon as we reach out. So in the evening, everyone uses copper pots to boil water, and then they spread their clothes on the ground and pour water on them for ironing.

When we finished using it, soldiers from other classes came to borrow it from us and scalded lice. The copper basin played a great role, and slowly, the soldiers developed feelings for it.

on the long March, I carried it with me until I left Gansu. On one March, I ran so fast that I lost the copper basin hanging on my backpack. Later, when I found out, everyone cried.

Give each other a bite of highland barley noodles

When we arrived in Aba, we were short of food, so we had no choice. We ordered them to take silver dollars with us to look for them. The first day we went out to look for it and found nothing. The next day, I came to a village. There were many houses in the village, but I couldn't find food. The people themselves don't have enough to eat! At noon, I went to a house and found a pile of highland barley in the corner. I grabbed a handful and twisted it. I was very happy. I beat and beat it until it was dark. I got more than 2 kilograms of wheat. I'll recite it and everyone will fry it in a pan. We were so happy that night that we were the first in the company to get food.

but soon the food was almost eaten. Reluctant, everyone began to eat their own belts, sat by the fire and ate while baking. Later, the belts were quickly eaten up.

one night, everyone didn't eat. I held the last handful of highland barley noodles in front of this one, this one shook his head and held it in front of that one, and that one was not needed. I know, everyone is hungry, but they won't eat. Finally, we pushed it around and spilled the highland barley noodles on the ground. Everyone was very sad. In order not to waste, we picked up the highland barley noodles on the ground and ate them.

I was beaten by the political commissar.

After I left the grass, I fell behind. At that time, Zhang Zhenkun, the teacher, rode a horse and personally took the reception team to take in the fallen comrades. He recognized me at a glance and asked me, "young man, why are you left behind?" Aren't you in good spirits at ordinary times? " I told my teacher that we had run out of food and couldn't walk any further. After listening to this, he didn't speak for a long time. He asked me to put the gun on his horse and let me get on the horse. But how can I let the teacher walk? I resolutely refused, so he said, there is a forest ahead. When we get there, we will kill all the horses and mules and cook them. You must come! Then he left.

just after the teacher left, a political commissar came. As soon as he saw me like that, he immediately got angry: "What's the matter with you!" " "I really can't walk, I won't go." Hearing this, the political commissar flew into a rage and hit me hard on the back with a stick.

I was afraid of being beaten again, so I had to keep walking with my head down, but I was really wronged. I cried as I walked, but when I thought there was beef to eat ahead, I pulled myself together again and walked 1 miles in one breath. When I arrived at my destination, I found that the cow had already been killed, and I divided a small bowl of beef. Later, I thought about it. I really thanked the political commissar for his stick. He was doing me good. His idea was simple, just to save one more person out. Xiao Juan Chen Xuebin

Wu Hengyang, a native of Shimen County, Hunan Province. Born in October 1918, he joined the Chinese Red Army of Workers and Peasants in August 1935, and joined the China * * * Production Party in January 1936 as a deputy military officer. He has served as monitor, battalion secretary, chief of the league organization, director of the political department of the League, deputy political commissar of the Third Regiment of the Northeast Independent First Division, political commissar of the 88th Regiment of the Northeast Ten Columns, director of the political department of the Division, deputy political commissar of the cadre department of the Northeast Public Security Force, deputy political commissar of the Changtan Military Division of Shandong Province, and political commissar of the Jining Military Division of Shandong Province.

He participated in the world-famous 25,-mile Long March and major battles in various periods. War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression participated in the famous battles of Wutai Mountain, Liaoxi and Pingjin during the War of Liberation. In 1955, he was awarded the rank of colonel. In the same year, he was awarded the third-class Bayi Medal, the second-class Independence and Freedom Medal and the second-class Liberation Medal. In 1988, he was awarded the second-class Red Star Meritorious Medal and left his post in August 1965.

Respondent: Dr. Monkey-Scholar Level 3 1-11 14:21

The Long March Story-Three Treasures and Goodbye Ducklings

There are fifty-three people in the Long March Team I * *, including four from other schools. For the Long March, we made a lot of preparations, and also asked various questions from the old Red Army and the old soldiers who really walked through the Long March Road. We carefully studied the map and marching route, made a marching schedule, quilts, clothes, kettles and rice bowls, etc. It was essential, and each boy had one weapon. I brought a triangular scraper. In order to deal with diseases, we have prepared a lot of medicines, and equipped two female health workers, Guiying and Wen Hui in Grade Three. On our way to the Long March, they are very useful and popular people. On the way to the Long March, the biggest threat to us is injuries. I also brought three treasures, which are rare for ordinary students: a small military mosquito net, a leggings and two pairs of monk socks. That mosquito net is only one person wide and one meter eight long, which is very light; Leggings are khaki; The foundation of monk socks is double-lined, which is very strong. The socks are coarse and long, and it is not easy to get dust after binding. These are all given to me by my mother and used by her in the army. Mother said that the monk put some soap on the side of his socks, and it was not easy for his feet to blister during the long March. I did not blister in the future. Before I left, my mother also taught me how to play leggings and taught me several methods. I only learned the one-word method and the fish scale method. In fact, later practice has proved that if the marching speed is not too fast and the distance is not too far every day, it is useless to play leggings, and it will not swell if you don't play your legs. I also brought a secret thing, that is, a transistor radio I made myself.

one morning in early December, we set out. On the night before departure, most of us went back to school and lived in the classroom. Before dawn the next day, we quietly assembled and left quietly, adding a bit of mystery to the atmosphere at that time. The sudden disappearance of a large group of us in the center of attention of teachers and students in the whole school made the line of criticizing the reactionary bourgeoisie lose its target and caused various speculations. People think that we must have gone north, and some even proposed to intercept us, but no one thought that we were going east and then south, and kept walking towards the border. If this whereabouts were exposed, it would definitely be a big sensation.

"Red flags fly, bugles sound, and soldiers leave their hometown. . 。" After more than an hour, we walked more than five kilometers and it was dawn. On the first day, the leader was Zhang Guolao (nickname). He told everyone to have a rest and eat. After eating, we continued to walk. At this time, it was far from school, and people were much more relaxed. We were like diving into the sea, and we were in high spirits and kept singing all the way. Some people suggested that "Chairman Mao's soldiers listen to the Party's words best" be our team song. I didn't quite agree with several team members, so I sang "There are a group of ducklings in the production team" and changed the last sentence "Goodbye ducklings, I went to school" to "Goodbye ducklings, I went to the Long March". Later, more and more people sang, which became the actual team song.

The first day's journey is not very far, but about 2 kilometers. However, there are also people who can't walk and fall behind in our team. I am arranged in the reception group to walk slowly with those limping students. Before and after running, I walk a few miles more every day. At that time, our organization was relatively strict, with team committees, advanced soldiers, reception groups, logistics groups, health workers, drum mobilization and so on. Walking slowly all day, most people can't walk in the afternoon. We had to find a school to camp. The people in the logistics group poured hot water for everyone to wash their feet. At this time, it was discovered that more than half of the people had blisters on their feet, big and small, and when they washed their feet, they screamed. Two health workers rushed around. They carefully pricked a hole in the bubble on those people's feet with acupuncture needles, and then put their hair in it to let the water out of the bubble. They held the boys' feet and ducks in their arms without any taboo. My feet didn't blister, so I had to watch the boys with blisters enjoying their tenderness. However, my luck came the next day. . .