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In the autumn of 1935, during the Long March, due to illness and unable to keep up with the team, the instructor asked the old squad leader to take care of us.

We ran out of food quickly, what to do? The old squad leader saw a fish while washing clothes, so he made a fish hook with a needle, and fished and cooked fish soup for us to drink every day. The old squad leader himself never ate once.

Without nutrition, the old squad leader's health is getting worse day by day, and just before he died, he still gave up food.

In order to commemorate the old squad leader, we carefully kept the fish hook and prepared to let this rain hook covered with red rust educate the future generations of the revolution.

3. In the autumn of 1935, when the Red Fourth Front Army entered the meadow, two young comrades and I suffered from gastrointestinal problems and walked slowly, and the old squad leader stayed behind to take care of us.

It was only half a month, and the barley noodles were all eaten, and when the old squad leader was worried about not eating, he found that there were fish by the pond, so he fished for us and made fish soup to drink.

I've never seen the old squad leader eat a bite of fish, and he says he did. So, after dinner one day, I quietly followed the old squad leader and saw that he only ate grass roots and leftover fish bones. When the old squad leader saw that I had found out about this, he told me that it was not easy to get food, and asked me not to tell those two little comrades.

Gradually, we got closer to the edge of the meadow, but we were getting sicker and sicker, and the old squad leader was skinny and skinny. On this day, the old squad leader said that he wanted to get something to eat. We went around looking for wild vegetables, collecting hay, and the old squad leader went fishing, and after a long time, the old squad leader did not come back, and we found the old squad leader by a pond.

By the time we had a lot of effort to make the fish soup, the old squad leader was already dying.

The old squad leader encouraged us to get out of the meadow, but we slowly closed our eyes. We threw ourselves on the old squad leader and sobbed for a long time. I wrapped the hook and thought that when the revolution was victorious, I would send it to the Revolutionary Martyrs' Memorial Hall so that my children and grandchildren could come to see it.

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When the Red Army crossed the meadow, many comrades suffered from gastrointestinal diseases, and my two junior comrades and I were very sick and could not keep up with the ranks, so the commander sent the old squad leader to take care of us.

The old squad leader often washed our clothes and fished by the pond to improve our lives, but I never saw him eat fish.

Once, I followed the old squad leader and secretly watched the old squad leader, who was competing to eat the fish bones we didn't finish, and I asked the old squad leader, "Why don't you eat with us?" The old squad leader said

No, it's too little. The commander was leaving, saying, 'No matter how hard it is, take them out of the meadow.' "I was so moved that I cried.

The old squad leader still encouraged me to move forward with full emotions, and after day after day, I finally saw the peak. We came to the pond to catch two or three inches of fish, and I stewed the fish into fish soup for the old squad leader to eat, but the old squad leader said, "Don't waste anything, you can eat, and you can only get out of the grass when you are full."

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

I wrapped the hook and waited until the revolution was victorious. Put it in the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall, so that future generations can come to see this golden fishhook!

In the autumn of 1935, when the Red Fourth Front Army entered the meadow, the instructor asked the cooking squad leader to take care of me, and I walked behind with two sick little comrades.

Along the way, the old squad leader took us for a break for a while. In less than half a month, our grain, barley noodles, was exhausted. Hunger threatens us. So, the old squad leader thought of using a sewing needle to make a fish hook, fish for us, and make delicious fish soup for us to drink.

Once, I quietly discovered that the old squad leader had left the fish for us, and he did not eat the fish himself, but ate the grass roots and the fish bones that we had eaten. I felt very uncomfortable. But the old squad leader didn't let me tell the other two little comrades about this.

Although the old squad leader was skinny, he always encouraged us to get out of the grass with full emotions.

Day after day, we approached the edge of the meadow. On this day, the old squad leader went fishing for us again, but he never came back. Finally, when we finally found him, he was already dying.

I carefully wrapped the hook left by the old squad leader. I think that after the victory of the revolution, I will definitely send it to the Revolutionary Martyrs' Memorial Hall so that our children and grandchildren can come to pay homage to it. The red embroidered hook shimmered with brilliant golden light.

In 1935, the Red Army entered the meadows, and many comrades suffered from gastrointestinal diseases.

The old squad leader and we stayed at the back of the line, the three sick people couldn't walk fast, and hunger threatened us again. One day, the old squad leader found a small fish, and after that, we would have fish to eat every day, but the old squad leader himself had never eaten it. The old squad leader ate the leftover fish bones and grass roots, I found out, I shouted, the old squad leader told me, a party member must obey the party's distribution, Xiao Liang, your task is to calm the mood of the two little comrades, I am helping you out of the grassland, if there are three long and two short, how can I report to the party?

Looking at the grim face of the old squad leader, I cried. The next day, there was very little fish soup served, and I couldn't bring it to my mouth when I held the bowl. The old squad leader sternly told me not to be too fragile!

Gradually approaching the edge of the meadow, but the old squad leader was gone, he fainted by the pond, when I brought him fish soup, the old squad leader was dying, he intermittently asked us not to waste things, drank out of the meadow. I was about to answer, the old squad leader's hand hung down, I sobbed, holding the hook, I was going to send this hook to the Martyrs' Hall, this hook that shone with golden light!

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In the autumn of 1935, when the Red Army was marching through the grasslands, the instructor sent the leader of the cook's squad to take care of me and two sick comrades. Because he is the oldest, everyone calls him 'Old Squad Leader'.

The old squad leader took us to rest while walking, cooking wild vegetables and green noodles for us to eat. Soon we ran out of green and noodles. The old squad leader watched us lose weight day by day, and was very worried that we would not be able to get out of the grass.

So, he racked his brains and bent his needle into a hook to fish. In the future, the old squad leader always settled us first, and then went fishing, boiled the fish into fish soup, and gave it to us to eat. But I never saw the old squad leader eat fish.

By chance, I found out that the old squad leader ate grass roots and leftover fish bones every time. I advised the old squad leader to eat some fish and take care of himself, but he said that it was not easy to find something to eat. When I said I wanted to help him find it, he sternly refused.

The next day, the old squad leader brought less fish soup, and I couldn't bear to eat it, which was criticized by the old squad leader. The old squad leader was very happy to see that we had finished eating.

Gradually, we approached the edge of the meadow, but the old squad leader passed out at the water's edge and never woke up. The old squad leader sent us out of the meadow with his own life.

I carefully kept the fishhook of the old squad leader, so that this fishhook covered with red rust would educate the descendants of the revolution.

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The old squad leader sacrificed himself in order to take care of us.

In the fall of 1935, the Red Army entered the meadows. My two little comrades and I couldn't walk anymore, so the old squad leader took care of us in the back.

In less than half a month, all the barley noodles were eaten. The old squad leader found a pond and burned the sewing needle red and bent it into a hook to fish and make fish soup. We can eat hot fish soup every day, but I have never seen the old squad leader eat a bite of fish, I asked the old squad leader, and he said that he had eaten it.

I didn't believe it and quietly followed him. I found that the old squad leader was choking on grass roots and leftover fish bones! I found out, but the old squad leader wouldn't let me say it.

Slowly, my two comrades and I became more and more sick, and the old squad leader was so thin that he was only skinny and bone-like, but he always encouraged us. One day, everyone was in good spirits, and the old squad leader went to look for fish, but he didn't come back for a long time. We searched everywhere and found him by a pond, where he was unconscious.

I hurriedly made a bowl of fish soup, but the old squad leader didn't drink it, told us to drink it ourselves, and then went out of the meadow. As he spoke, his hand hung down...

I think that after the victory of the revolution, I must send the fish hook to the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall, so that future generations can come to pay homage to it. On this fishhook covered with red rust, there is a brilliant golden light!

In the autumn of 1935, when the Red Army entered the meadow, two young comrades and I fell ill and could not keep up with the team, so the instructor sent a cooking squad leader to take care of us.

The old squad leader cooked for us every day with barley noodles and wild vegetables. After eating the barley noodles, the old squad leader made fish soup for us, and we picked up the bowl and ate it after a few days of not eating well. However, I have never seen the old squad leader eat fish once.

I had always wondered when the old squad leader ate the fish, so I quietly followed him and found that he was eating grass roots and fish bones that we had eaten. I was blown away by this discovery. The old squad leader was afraid that I would worry about him after discovering me, and he would not be able to eat well and would not be able to walk out of the grass.

I didn't want to tell anyone, but I couldn't say anything after listening to the old squad leader's words, so I cried bitterly in his arms. Day after day passed, our food became less and less, and our bodies were getting worse day by day. Although the old squad leader has been hungry and thin, he has been encouraging us with full spirit and enhancing our confidence.

The four of us helped one section in this way, and when we reached the edge of the grass, the old squad leader was already dying of excessive fatigue and hunger.

Just as we handed him the fish soup, he pushed away the life-saving fish soup and told us not to waste food, and finally died honorably.