The classic story of the Red Army's Long March?

This story tells the story of Xiaolan, a Red Army boy of 13 years old. He managed to get a bag of dry food while marching with the army, but when crossing the bridge to take care of a wounded person, he accidentally fell into the river and was washed away. 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 became worse and worse. 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 had no food, she could have reached out and asked her comrades for some. She didn't do it. She chose silence and didn't tell anyone. At this moment, all she thinks about is the interests of her comrades and ignores 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.

Second, the battlefield heroine

He Zizhen has 17 shrapnel embedded in his body. During the tragic 25,000-mile Long March, a group of special figures were active, including the wives of central leading comrades, female cadres and ordinary female soldiers. Hunger, disease, bloody battles and death, nothing can stop them from moving forward. This group of amiable and respectable women heroes came all the way in the diffuse smoke.

/kloc-in the winter of 0/995, he and the writer Dong Cun traveled all over the streets of Beijing, struggling to find the female Red Army who participated in the Long March that year. This is a very hard job, which consumes a lot of their time and energy, but they still enjoy it, because every interviewee has brought them great surprises, and a long-lost spirit calls them, inspires them and touches them.

Although most of the female Red Army soldiers in their prime of life have passed away, the beautiful story left by the female Red Army in the long journey is still so touching and touching.

1935 One night in early April, the female Red Army just dragged their tired bodies to Wulipai near Panxian County, Guizhou Province. An unexpected situation appeared: a group of enemy planes buzzed and suddenly flew from behind the mountain. One of them swooped down quickly, a fierce machine gun bullet strafed head-on, and three bombs landed on the rest camp.

The soldiers quickly squatted under the road, in the ditch and on the slope. The terrain covered some people, but the terrible thing was that some Red Army wounded people were lying on stretchers, unable to move at all.

He Zizhen was hiding under a ridge on the side of the road, but she climbed out of the stretcher regardless of her personal safety. At this time, a bomb was dropped, and suddenly a smoke rose around her ... The enemy plane flew away, the gunfire and explosion stopped, and the smoke gradually dispersed. He Zizhen's body was covered with shrapnel, and his uniform was dyed red with blood.

The intense rescue began. The guards rode to the Ministry of Health and invited Dr. Li Zhi to treat He Zizhen. Li Zhixian gave He Zizhen an injection to stop bleeding, and then made a general examination. Upon examination, it was found that her head, upper body and limbs had 17 pieces of shrapnel with different sizes and shades. Without any anesthesia, the operation began.

He Zizhen was sweating with pain and his eyes were full of tears, but he insisted on saying nothing. The shrapnel in the shallow layer of the body was finally taken out one by one, but it was difficult to take out the shrapnel that went deep into the body, which became a permanent memorial left to her by the war.

Third, monuments.

The red army team struggled in the ice and snow. The severe cold has frozen the mountain in the clouds into a big ice cube. The wind roared and the snow fell heavily, which seemed to engulf this poorly equipped team.

The general gave up his horse to the seriously injured. He led the soldiers forward and opened a way for the follow-up troops in the ice and snow. What awaits them is harsh environment and cruel fighting. They may not eat, they may sleep in a snow den, they may walk more than 100 miles every day, and they may be suddenly attacked by the enemy. Can this team stand such a severe test? It is generally believed that.

The team suddenly slowed down, and there were many people in front, wondering what they were doing. The general shouted as he walked, "Don't stop, move quickly!" "Someone in front froze to death." The guard ran back and told him. The general paused, said nothing, and walked quickly forward.

A frozen veteran, sitting on a bare tree trunk. He is motionless, like a statue, covered with snow, unable to recognize his face, but it can be seen that his expression is very calm and serene: there is still half a paper roll between the middle finger and the index finger of his right hand, and the fire has already been extinguished by snow; His left hand stretched out slightly forward, as if pointing out the direction for his comrades. Thin and shabby clothes clung to him.

The general's face suddenly became serious, and the muscles around his mouth twitched. Suddenly, he turned to the people around him and shouted, "Call the quartermaster for me! Why not send him cotton-padded clothes? " The howling cold wind drowned out the general's voice. No one answered him and no one left. His eyes are red, like an angry leopard. He looks terrible.

"Did you hear that, guard? Tell the quartermaster to run! " The muscles on the general's cheek trembled. At this time, someone quietly said to the general, "He is the director of military supplies …" The general froze and stood in the snow for a long time. His eyes are moist. He took a deep breath, slowly raised his right hand, raised it to Mei Qi, and gave a military salute to the quartermaster who was integrated with Yunzhongshan.

The wind blows harder and harder, and the snow falls harder and harder. The heavy snow soon covered the quartermaster's body and he became an eternal monument. The general strode into the snow without saying a word. He heard countless heavy and firm footsteps. This voice seems to tell people: if the victory does not belong to such a team, who will it belong to?

Fourth, the snow-capped mountains and the small sun

Story time: June 1935, location: Jin Jia Mountain. The Jin Jia Mountains are covered with continuous mountains and snow. The wind roared past with heavy snowflakes, 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 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 danced the most touching dance, which made the injured veterans forget their pain and laugh 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.