Long March Opera Slogan Competition

1。 During the Long March, one touching story happened after another. A story I know better is called "a bag of dry food". It tells the story of Xiaolan, a Red Army boy of 13 years old. He finally got a bag of dry food when marching with the army, but when crossing the bridge, he accidentally dropped his bag of dry food into the river and was washed away to take care of a wounded person. She insisted on not telling them because everyone had enough dry food to eat. In order to pretend that nothing happened, she took out a lot of wild vegetables and stuffed them into her bulging bag. Soon, her health deteriorated. After the head nurse found out that she was eating wild vegetables and "dry food" in her satchel, everyone knew the truth, so everyone gave her some 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, strength, selflessness and enthusiasm ... Xiaolan, a girl who is only 13 years old, has the same strong will as a boy; But you know how to think of others. When she has no food, she can reach out and ask her comrades for some. She didn't do it. She chose silence and didn't tell anyone. At this moment, she only thought about the interests of her comrades-in-arms and ignored her own difficulties. For the seriously injured, she could have let them die, but she didn't. She took care of a wounded man without complaint. Xiao Lan is still like this. It is conceivable that the quality of my great Red Army team has changed.

2。 The little sun on the snowy mountain.

In the mountains of Jin Jia, it is covered with snow. Every time the marching team moves slowly, the energetic songs of the female soldiers will ring. However, when the troops climbed to the top of the mountain, the happy red figure in the team disappeared. ...

The story took place in June 1935. 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 past. ...

Singing through the snow dispelled the cold and fatigue and brought 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 said vaguely, "Cold, cold ..."

The team is still moving 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 with tears that when he was tired, he sat in the snow and felt that someone was pulling him desperately. By the way, he also 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.

3。 The story of 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 washbasin, which later played a great role!

After I brought it back, our class used it for cooking, boiling water, cooking and playing drums at meetings. Another function you didn't expect was to burn lice. We only have one suit and wear it every day, whether it is sunny or rainy. Clothes are dry and wet, and when we open them at night, we can catch a few lice as soon as we reach out. So at night, everyone boils water in copper pots, and then they spread their clothes on the ground and pour water on them for ironing.

After we used it, soldiers from other classes came to borrow it from us and scalded lice. This copper basin played a great role, and slowly, the soldiers developed feelings for it.

I took it with me during the Long March until I left Gansu. In a March, I ran so fast that I lost the copper basin hanging on my backpack. Everyone cried when they found it later.

Give each other a bite of highland barley noodles.

When I arrived in Aba, I was short of food, so I had no choice. I was ordered to take the silver dollar to look for it. On the first day, we went out to look for it and found nothing. The next day, I came to a village. There are many houses in the village, but I can't find food. The people themselves don't have enough to eat! At noon, I went to a family and found a pile of highland barley in the corner. I grabbed it and gave it a twist. I am very happy. I fought and fought until it was dark. I got more than 20 kilograms of wheat. I'll recite it, and everyone will fry it together. We were very happy that night. We were the first people in the company to get food.

But soon the food was eaten up. Reluctantly, everyone began to eat their own belts, sitting by the fire and baking while eating. Later, the belt was quickly eaten up.

One night, no one ate anything. I held the last handful of highland barley noodles in front of this one, this one shook my 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 is very sad. In order not to waste, we picked up the highland barley noodles on the ground and ate them.

Beaten by the political commissar

I fell behind after I left the grass. At that time, teacher Zhang Zhenkun 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 usually in good spirits? "I told my teacher that we have no food and can't go any further. After hearing this, he didn't speak for a long time. He asked me to put the gun on his horse and let me get on it. But how can I let the teacher walk? I firmly 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.

No sooner had the teacher left than a political commissar came. As soon as he saw me like that, he got angry at once: "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.

Afraid of being beaten again, I had to keep my head down, but I was really wronged. I cried as I walked, but I think there is beef to eat in front. I pulled myself together again and walked away 10 mile. When I arrived at my destination, I found that the cow had been killed, and I shared a small bowl of beef. Then I thought about it. I really appreciate the political commissar's persistence. He is very kind to me. His idea is simple, just to save one more person. Chen Xiaojuan Xue Bin

Wu Hengyang, a native of Shimen County, Hunan Province. Born in June, 19 18, joined the Chinese Red Army of Workers and Peasants in August, and 10 joined the China Production Party as a deputy military post. He has served as monitor, brigade secretary, section chief of the Youth League Organization, director of the Youth League Political Department, deputy political commissar of the third regiment of the Northeast Independent First Division, political commissar of the 88th regiment of the Northeast Tenth Column, director of the Division Political Department, 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 25,000-mile Long March and major battles in various periods. War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression participated in the famous Wutai Mountain Campaign, Liaoxi Campaign and Ping Jin Campaign during the Liberation War. He was awarded the rank of colonel in 1955. In the same year, he won the third-class August 1st Medal, the second-class Independent Freedom Medal and the second-class Liberation Medal. 1988 won the second-class Red Star Meritorious Medal, 1965 left his post in August.

Respondent: Doctor Monkey-Scholar Level 310-114: 21.

Long March Story-Sambo and Goodbye Duckling

There are fifty-three people in the Long March team, four of whom are from other schools outside our school. For the Long March, we made a lot of preparations, and also asked various questions from the old Red Army and the veterans who really walked the Long March. We carefully studied the map and marching route, and made a marching schedule, including quilts, clothes, kettles and rice bowls. It is essential that every boy has a weapon. I brought a triangular scraper. In order to cope with the disease, we have prepared a large number of medicines, and equipped two female health workers, Guiying and Wen Hui in grade three. On our way to the Long March, they were very useful and popular people. On the long March, the biggest threat to us is injury. 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 long, which is very light; Leggings are khaki; The foundation of monk socks is double-layered and very strong. Socks are thick and long, so they are not easy to be contaminated with dust after binding. These are all given to me by my mother. She used them in the army. Mother said that the monk put some soap on the side of his socks, so his feet were not easy to blister during the Long March. I won't blister in the future. Before I left, my mother also taught me to tie 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, the transistor radio I made myself.

12 One morning in early February, we set off. The night before departure, most of us went back to school and lived in the classroom. Before dawn the next day, we quietly gathered and left, adding a bit of mystery to the atmosphere at that time. The sudden disappearance of a large group of us, the focus of the whole school's teachers and students, suddenly lost the goal of criticizing the reactionary bourgeoisie 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 going towards the border. If this whereabouts is exposed, it will definitely be a big sensation.

"The red flag fluttered, the bugle sounded and the soldiers didn't go home. . . "After more than an hour, we walked more than five kilometers, and it was almost dawn. On the first day, the leader was Zhang (nickname). He told everyone to have a rest and eat something. After eating, we went on walking. At this time, it is far from the school and people are much more relaxed. We are like diving into the sea, in high spirits and singing all the way. Some people suggest 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'm going to school" to "Goodbye ducklings, I'm going 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, about 20 kilometers. However, there are also people who can't walk and fall behind in our team. I was arranged in the reception group and walked slowly with those limping students. I walk a few extra miles every day before and after running. At that time, our organization was relatively strict, including the team Committee, advanced soldiers, reception team, logistics team, health workers, drum mobilization and so on. Walking slowly all day, most people can't walk in the afternoon. We have to find a school to camp. The logistics team poured hot water to wash everyone's feet. At this time, I found that more than half of people have blisters on their feet, large and small, and they will scream when washing their feet. Two health workers are running around. They carefully pricked a hole in the bubble on those people's feet with acupuncture needles, and then put their hair in to let water come out of the bubble. They held the boy's feet and ducks in their arms without hesitation. My feet are not blistered, so I can only watch the blistered boys enjoy their tenderness. However, the next day my luck came. . .