The story of how the People's Liberation Army protects Jiang Shan.

This story happened many years ago, when Uncle Red Army was on the way to the Long March. In the Red Army Hospital, there is a little Red Army named Xiaolan. Xiaolancai 13 years old. Her father and mother were forced to death by the landlord, and she was dragged to work by the landlord, who exploited and abused her. Later, when the Red Army came, Xiaolan ran to the army and said that she would never leave the Red Army again. When the Red Army was on the Long March, Xiaolan followed the troops into the grassland. Speaking of grass, children will definitely think of the grassy lawn in the park, which is flat and beautiful. The grassland where Uncle Red Army lives is not like this, it is very desolate. There is nothing on the ground except weeds and mud pits, and you can't walk for dozens of days.

It's done. I didn't see a house or an ordinary person along the way. Only a few eagles are flying in the sky. On this day, walking, a small village appeared in front of us. Uncle Red Army was so happy when he saw it. Xiaolan jumped and jumped for joy. With the village, we can find food. After the troops entered the village, Xiaolan settled the sick and wounded and took the rice bag to find food. But there is no one in the village. Xiaolan was walking in the village and saw a threshing floor. There is a pile of wheat straw in the field, and there are no clean grains on it. She beat and beat the wheat straw, turned and beat it, and picked it up one by one. It is always smaller than a small bowl. How many meals can I eat with this? No, we still have to find it! Xiaolan had just walked not far when she met a big Red Army with a heavy bag on her back. Xiaolan looked, hey, isn't this the big man who was injured in our hospital? Xiaolan quickly asked, "Hey, where did you get so much food?" The Red Army put down his pocket and said, "Hello, it's Xiaolan. I dug up these grains in the landlord's yard. How much food did you find? " Xiaolan reached out of her pocket and said, "Well, here it is!" The Red Army took the rice bag and said with a smile, "Xiaolan, I heard that it takes more than 20 days to walk on the grass, and this wheat is not enough to plug your teeth!" "Look for it tomorrow!" "Come on, give you some of mine!" He said that he would put the wheat in Xiaolan's rice bag. Xiaolan hurriedly hid the rice bag behind her back, held her hand and said, "No, there are too many of you to eat enough." The big red army had a long arm, and he grabbed the rice bag and poured it in. He said kindly, "It doesn't matter, let's eat less." Xiaolan found some wheat elsewhere, fried it, ground it into wheat flour, and put it in a rice bag. I think: I will eat these wheat flour one at a time and then pick some wild weeds and vegetables. I can eat for 20 days and then leave the grass. Yes! Save some for the sick and wounded. The next morning, the troops set out. Xiaolan held the wounded and walked carefully with the troops. Walking, a small river appeared in front, and a bridge was temporarily built on the river. The river under the bridge is flowing. Xiaolan put the rice bag on her shoulder, hugged the wounded tightly and said, "Comrade, it's time to cross the bridge. Walk slowly! " Who knows, when he walked to the middle of the bridge, the injured person suddenly coughed, his face flushed, his body trembled, his foot slipped and his body tilted, and Xiaolan hurried forward to hold him. But the bag of wheat flour on Xiaolan's shoulder fell into the river. The rice bag rolled in the water a few times and was washed away. Xiaolan froze. She whispered, "Oh, what can I do? The injured man looked at her and stared at the river, speechless. He asked, "Xiaolan, what fell into the river?" Xiaolan quickly shook her head: "No, nothing was lost. Let's go! " At this moment, the nurse came from behind. Xiaolan told her that the injured person had a bad cough. The head nurse put her hand on the wounded and said, "OK, go to the front to see the doctor. "When she saw something was wrong with Xiaolan, she asked," Xiaolan, what's the matter? Is it uncomfortable? " "No. Um ... "Little Blue took back what she just said. She thought, you can't say you lost the rice bag. If comrades knew, they would definitely give me their own food. Everyone has little food. How can I eat them? No, I want to insist! The nurse left. Xiaolan quickly pulled out many weeds and put them in her satchel. She stuffed her schoolbag as if it were real food. In the evening, the troops rest. Xiaolan was afraid that everyone would see her eating weeds, so she ran to change the dressing and wash the bandage for the wounded. She didn't cook weeds until everyone had a rest after dinner. After a few days like this, Xiaolan's health will not work. Often have loose bowels, dizzy hair, weak legs and no energy at all. One day, she fell to the ground while walking, knowing nothing. When she woke up, she found the nurse in charge carrying her back. The head nurse is over 40 years old. These days, like others, she eats weeds and wheat flour and is very weak. Carrying Xiaolan on her back, her face was dripping with sweat the size of a bean, her mouth was panting, and she staggered forward. Xiaolan woke up and said, "Mammy, I can walk by myself. Please let me down! She begged for a long time before the nurse put her down. Xiaolan gritted her teeth and insisted on coming at night. After everyone had a rest, she hid aside and cooked weeds to eat. At this time, the nurse came over with a smile: "Xiaolan, are you better?" Hey, why are you hiding here to cook? "Xiaolan hurriedly put her hand over the porcelain jar:" I cooked something to eat, so you can't see it! ""good! I don't watch. " When the head nurse said this, Xiaolan grabbed the porcelain jar and looked at it: "Oh, Xiaolan, why do you only eat weeds and don't mix wheat flour at all?" "The road is still long, keep it and eat slowly!" "Where's your rice bag?" Xiaolan patted the bag and said, "Isn't this?" The head nurse asked strangely, "Why did you put it in the bag?" "There is a hole in the rice bag, lest the wheat flour leak out!" "Bring them here! I will sew it for you. " After that, the nurse grabbed Xiaolan's satchel and opened it. It is full of weeds. She froze. "Xiaolan, where's your wheat flour?" Xiaolan saw that the head nurse was so concerned about her and wanted to talk, but her throat was blocked by something, and she couldn't say a word, and tears flowed down. After a while, she told the head nurse about the food loss. The head nurse said, "Oh, Xiaolan, why didn't you tell me earlier?" ? We took part in the revolution together like brothers and sisters. You have no food, everyone should help you! "At some point, the nurse took out a handful of wheat flour from his rice bag and put it in Xiaolan's jar." You eat first, and I'll report to the director immediately. "In a short time, Xiaolan's grain loss spread like a gust of wind. Comrades came over with rice bags at once. You put the rice bags into Xiaolan's satchel one by one. Xiaolan shook his hand and said, "No, no, thank you ..." At this moment, the injured man came over with a cane and took some food. He said excitedly, "Xiaolan, you lost food to save me. You must accept my share. " The comrades all said, "Xiaolan, you take it. No matter how difficult it is, we will bring your little Red Army out of the grass. " Xiaolan was so moved that she couldn't speak that she had to accept everyone's meal. That night, Xiaolan couldn't sleep. I remember being exploited, beaten and scolded in the landlord's house when I was a child. If I hadn't found the producer, I would have died. After joining the Red Army, I received a lot of help and education from leaders and comrades, and I learned a lot of revolutionary truth! Xiaolan secretly made up her mind that she must always listen to the party and always follow the * * * production party!

Snow mountain small sun

Story Time: 65438+June 0935 Location: Jin Jia Mountains. The Jin Jia Mountains are covered with continuous mountains and snow. The wind mixed with large snowflakes roared past, and the snow-capped mountains seemed to tremble in the cold air. The advancing team is a little slow. Cold, hunger and thin air are attacking this powerful team, and many comrades have closed their eyes forever in this awe-inspiring land. Suddenly, a vibrant song rang out in the snow: Jin Jia Mountain is high and high, persevere and win! The sun is shining over the snow-capped mountains, hey! The sun was warm, and the soldiers walked with mirth ... The song penetrated the snow and dispersed the cold and fatigue, bringing warmth to the advancing team. Everyone looked up and saw a small red figure dancing and singing on the hillside, waving Allegro in his hand. A happy figure is 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 weaved the marching story into a ballad, which inspired everyone to keep moving forward and became everyone's "pistachio". When climbing the snowy mountain, the little girl was very thin. Her sister was afraid of freezing her, so she gave her a red sweater she was wearing. She is very happy. She wore this big knee-length sweater and ran before and after in the queue, singing and dancing on the hillside. The bright red color is particularly dazzling in the snow, so everyone calls her "Little Sun". The team is close to the top of the mountain, the air is getting thinner and thinner, and it is difficult to breathe. Many comrades sat in the snow because of fatigue and hunger, and this sitting became a statue of ice and snow. The red sweater can't resist the cold, and the pace of "Little Sun" is getting slower and slower. Suddenly, she stopped, and an injured soldier sat on the side of the road, 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 continued to move slowly. Suddenly I found that the happy red figure was missing from the team. Soldiers of the cadre rest company searched everywhere. In the snow on the hillside, they saw the young health worker lying quietly on the hillside, with no breath of life. She was only wearing a thin military uniform, and there was not a trace of blood on her little face. On the stretcher, the soldiers found the big red sweater, which was worn on an injured soldier. The wounded soldier recalled in tears that when he was tired, he sat in the snow and felt someone was trying to pull him. By the way, he heard a song. He said it was a familiar song: sunny weather, over the snow-capped mountains, hey! The sun was warm, and the soldiers walked past ... everyone was silent. The wounded soldier took off his red sweater and solemnly put it on the snow. It is like a happy smile of a female warrior, stretching out in the vast snowfield. Looking up, the peak has been slightly exposed to the sun, the sun is red, shining on the white snow, reflecting a golden light. 70 years ago, many beautiful and heroic stories were vivid. Once there was a little girl who loved singing and walked happily in this gorgeous 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 things, together with the hope and strength of life, to her comrades. She's just a child. That year, she was 15 years old.

The Soul of Xiaohongqiao

Story time: 1935 spring location: Gannan. The expedition team walked more than ten miles, the autumn wind in Ma Si was very cold, and the Red Army soldiers were very solemn and stirring. Every time we break through the enemy's blockade, we have to pay a huge price. The combat team is seriously reduced, while the stretcher team is getting longer and longer, and the task is getting more and more arduous. A thin and capable girl shuttled through the team, like stepping on hot wheels, running before and after, arranging stretchers to take care of the injured. This is her duty. She is the captain of the stretcher team. It is said that she ran away from home and joined the Red Army. Eiko was also named by herself after she became a soldier. At the age of 20, she had joined the Red Army for 4 years and joined the Party for 3 years.

Her quick, decisive, witty and brave style often makes people forget that she is a girl. So before the Long March, she accepted the position of captain. Being ordered in a crisis no longer means power, but fulfilling all responsibilities with life. Difficulties, problems and dangers followed. There are not enough stretchers, and the number of wounded is still increasing! Some people carrying stretchers were injured and the hired migrant workers escaped. More than a dozen stretchers were thrown on the road, and the seriously injured were lying on the ground bleeding vaguely, while the lighter wounded gave a groan of pain. The shocking scene made her feel like a knife and her blood rushed to her forehead. The young captain, with wide almond eyes, bit his lip and said sternly, "Carry your back!" " "She assigned tasks to people who carried stretchers, tried her best to find migrant workers who escaped, and tried her best to settle every wounded person. But in the end, there are no more stretchers and people to carry a seriously injured and dying little soldier. Looking at the road ahead and the dying little soldier, Eiko decided to carry him. The team members objected and suggested that she keep the injured person. Because she is short and thin, she looks really at a loss, and the injured person is too badly hurt. But Eiko looked around the barren hills and said, "Keeping him means letting him die. Never! So, without saying anything, she walked on the rugged muddy road with heavy steps on her back ... The injured man put his hand on her shoulder feebly and said in a weak voice, "Let me go, let me go, let me go ..." Eiko turned a deaf ear, and her thin lips pursed strongly. Is this a miracle? Weak, she carried soldiers taller and heavier than her over mountains and even walked a lot. And the injured soldiers, also stubbornly fighting, in the case of lack of medical care and medicine actually began to improve! All hard work, all adventures, all ways to save the world. The stretcher team made arduous and tortuous progress. On the other hand, Eiko is getting thinner and thinner. She always gives poor food to the stretcher bearers and the wounded. She is getting weaker and weaker. She always sends precious salt and water to her comrades' mouths ... When the motorcade comes to a small bridge in the mountains, it seems that spring is waiting here, and exquisite flowers and new green are coming. The exhausted soldiers paused for a moment, then suddenly stopped to take a deep breath ... The seriously injured soldier was able to walk with crutches, perhaps inspired by the beautiful scenery. He walked up to Captain Eiko and said, "Captain, I want to weave a wreath for you!" " Eiko smiled. A happy and vivid smile reminds people that she is just a child. She nodded and replied, "Well, good." But then he deliberately said with a straight face, "But you need to rest now. "This is the last sentence she said in her life. She fell into the river under the bridge in order to scoop water for the wounded. She ended up so quiet that she didn't even struggle, so she followed Shui Piao away ... for seventy years! White clouds and pale dogs, things change. Many things have changed, but some stories will never fade. Just like this moment-an old man in his twilight years, standing by the bridge, staring into the distance. The mountains are green, the water is blue, the grass is blue, and the sun shines on the earth. His eyes were moist, and it was a long time before he said, "It's different, but it hasn't changed at all. "After a while, the old man spoke again. He said," If Captain Eiko eats more, he may be able to hold on, maybe … "The old man slowly picked colorful wildflowers on the grass, carefully woven a wreath with trembling hands and hung it gently on the bridge …