Original text of "Laoshan Jie" on Bashang

"Laoshan Jie" is an article written by Lu Dingyi in the 1930s. The following is the original text of "Laoshan Jie" on the eighth chapter that I compiled for you. I hope it can help you! Laoshanjie

Lu Dingyi

We decided to climb a thirty-mile-high Yaoshan Mountain. It is called Yuechengling on the map and its local name is Laoshanjie.

We set off in the afternoon and walked up the ravine. I don’t know why I couldn’t move forward. I waited for a long time before taking a few steps, and then I had to stop and wait. The team was packed tightly, and when they got tired of standing, they would sit down by the roadside. When the people in front of them shouted "Go, go, go," they would stand up and start walking again. I wish I could walk a little longer, but I have to stop after walking a few times. It was getting late and they were hungry. Many people screamed and cursed in annoyance. We stole a moment and ran to the front. The terrain gradually became steeper. We had overtaken our own column and ran to the tail of the "Red Star" column. We happened to find a house on the side of the road at the turning point, so we went in to take a rest.

This is a family of Yao people, a mother and a daughter. The man probably went to hide somewhere because he heard about the team, and followed his habit.

"Sister-in-law, let me take a rest here."

"Please sit inside." She said with a somewhat frightened expression. The team still moved forward very slowly. We started chatting with the Yao people. According to our experience along the way, no matter who they are, no matter how afraid they are of us at first, as long as we explain clearly to them what the Red Army is, their worries will turn into joy and they will become very friendly with us. Today we have to give the Yao people a try.

We talked about the Red Army, about exorbitant taxes, about Guangxi warlords forbidding Yao people from practicing their religion and killing Yao people, and about her life here. The woman began to cry.

She said that she once had land, but the Han people drove them away from their land. Now I live on this barren mountain and farm other people's land, and I have to pay a very heavy rent every year. She said: "The exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes in Guangxi are particularly heavy on the Yao people, and the Guangxi warlords particularly bully the Yao people. If only your Red Army had come earlier, we would not have suffered like this."

She asked us Are you hungry? This question touches our heart. She took out the little rice she had and put it on a wooden stove in the middle of the room to cook porridge. She apologized to us and said that she didn't have much rice or a big pot, so she would cook more for the troops. We gave her money, but she didn’t want it. Finally, a comrade we knew came and brought a bag of rice, which was enough for three days. Although we knew clearly that there was a shortage of food in front of us, we still gave the whole bag of rice to her. She accepted it with great joy.

The troops had to march at night today. Her house and fence were all made of dead bamboo. We were afraid that someone would tear them down and use them as torches, so we wrote a few slogans and posted them in conspicuous places outside with rice soup. , informing our troops that they are not allowed to tear down fences and use them as torches. We asked the Yao people and found out that there was a bamboo forest ahead that could be cut down to make torches, so we sent people to the bamboo forest ahead to make preparations.

The porridge tastes very sweet, because I am really hungry. We also served bowls to the Yao people mother and daughter. After asking about the journey ahead, I found out that there is a place called Leigongyan, which is very steep. It goes up the mountain for thirty miles and down the mountain for fifteen miles. Beyond that is the edge of Tangfang. We haven't reached the bottom of the mountain yet.

Our team came, and we spared some water for everyone to drink. Moving forward all the way, we arrived at the foot of the mountain after dark. As expected, there were many bamboo forests.

The sky was full of stars, and the torches were lit. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, I saw many torches arranged in a zigzag shape, all the way to the sky. When pressed against the starlight, it was impossible to tell whether they were torches or stars. Da Zhen is a wonder that I have never seen in my life.

Everyone knew how steep the mountain was. They couldn’t help but feel nervous and shouted back and forth, trying to make an effort to climb over the mountain quickly.

"Don't lag behind!"

"Don't lag behind and be a tortoise!"

"We are holding up to the sky!"

Everyone laughed after hearing this.

Go up step by step on the zigzag road. Looking up, the torches are rowing up to the sky little by little above the head; looking down, it is simply a cliff, the torches are shining on people's faces, right under their feet.

After walking for a long time, suddenly I could no longer walk ahead.

Word came that there was another section of road ahead that was on a cliff and the horse couldn't climb it. After waiting for more than one o'clock, the order was given to sleep here to avoid climbing the mountain early tomorrow morning.

How to sleep here? It is impossible to go down to sleep in the bamboo forest. But why sleep on the road? The road is only about a foot wide, and if you turn over in the middle of the night, you will fall down. Moreover, the stones on the road are very uneven, and it will definitely hurt you to death if you sleep for one night.

But there was no other way, so I had to wrap myself in a blanket and lie down with my heart on my side. Because I was so tired, I fell asleep after a while.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up and felt a biting coldness, piercing my muscles and bones, and my whole body was shivering. I rolled the blanket tighter and curled up, but still couldn't fall asleep. The twinkling stars in the sky are like gems on the black curtain. They are so close to us! The black peaks stand in front of us like giants. The surrounding mountains surround the valley like a well. There were several fires burning above and below; comrades who had woken up from the cold were talking quietly around the fires. Otherwise, there is silence. There are inscrutable sounds in my ears, very far yet very close, very loud yet very finely chopped, like spring silkworms chewing mulberry leaves, like wild horses galloping on the plains, like mountain springs whimpering, like waves. Surging. I don't know when I fell asleep again.

I was woken up at dawn and told that I was ready to leave. Someone brought food up from the bottom of the mountain. No matter what, he grabbed a bowl and ate it.

Another order was passed, asking the team to climb the mountain no matter what today. Because the mountain road is difficult to walk, you need to be urged along the way. A few of us stopped again, immediately wrote slogans, and assigned people to go down and up the mountain to shout slogans, give speeches, and help patients and transporters. Be busy for a while and then move forward.

After walking not far, I saw the road on the cliff mentioned last night, also known as Leigongyan. It was indeed extremely steep. It was almost a ninety-degree vertical stone staircase, only one foot long. How wide it is; there is a cliff next to it. Although it is not very deep, it is scary enough. There have been many horses gathered at the foot of the cliff. They were unable to pass last night and had to wait until the whole column had passed today. Some of them fell off the cliff and broke their foot bones.

Cross this stone staircase very carefully. Although the road above is still steep, it is not that steep anymore. Walk along, checking the signs along the way. I gradually fell behind and did some agitation work.

We have finished climbing this very steep mountain. I thought that thirty miles of mountains was just that. But a Yao man happened to come and talk to him, and I realized that it was still far away. There were still more than twenty miles of very steep mountains.

Neither yesterday’s dinner nor today’s breakfast were full. I am very hungry and not strong enough, but I must have the courage to move forward. Along the way, I saw that the slogans that had been sent up before were used up, so I wrote slogans all the way. When you are too tired to walk, simply lie on the ground for a while.

I am almost reaching the top of the mountain, but I have fallen far behind. Many transporters have gone to the front, leaving only medical personnel and covering troops. The medical staff worked really hard because the mountain was steep, so the wounded and sick had to be carried off stretchers and needed someone to support them. The female comrades among the medical staff are very brave. They are still comforting and helping the wounded and sick everywhere, and they don't feel tired at all. Looking back towards the road we came from, those hills have become "dwarfs". The sound of machine gunfire was very dense, probably from the place where we set out yesterday, the 5th and 8th Army Corps were firing at the enemy. I could still hear the sighs of enemy planes in the distance, probably sighing at my own fate: Why not go to the anti-Japanese front to show off my skills?

When we reached the top of the mountain, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. It suddenly occurred to me: I will build a monument here in the future and write down that on a certain day of a certain year and month, the Red Army passed by here when they went north to fight against Japan. I took a long breath and sat on the top of the mountain to rest for a while. Looking back at the team, there were only a few people left to cross the mountain without a group. We completed the task and instilled a strong will into the hearts of everyone in the entire column. Hunger, fatigue and even the pain of injury were overcome by this will. The difficult mountain boundary was defeated by a cumbersome team like ours.

The fifteen miles down the mountain are also very steep. We ran down in one breath, so fast. There are several beautiful scenery along the way. In the dense woods, silver-like spring water flows down the mountain, and it is crystal clear. Beside each stream, there are many soldiers using washbasins, rice boxes, and teapots to cook porridge and eat. Although we were also very hungry, we still ran down the mountain to the campsite.

This time over the mountains, the troops began to develop a new habit: using wash basins, rice boxes, and tea jars to cook and eat. This habit has been maintained for a long time.

Laoshanjie was the first difficult mountain we passed during the Long March. But after we walked through the Jinsha River, Dadu River, snow-capped mountains, and grasslands, we realized that the difficulties in Laoshan were still very small compared to these places.

Brief analysis of teaching materials:

"Laoshan Jie" is a traditional and classic lecture. It is a revolutionary memoir about the Long March written by the older generation revolutionary Lu Dingyi. It describes the first mountain the Red Army climbed during the Long March - Laoshanjie, describes the difficulties and obstacles the Red Army encountered during the Long March, and praises the Red Army. The strong will of the warrior and the spirit of revolutionary optimism. In order to better express this theme, the author arranges the level of the article in the order of time change and location transfer. At the same time, he appropriately uses a large number of wonderful sentences and makes many vivid descriptions.