Golden Fish Hook Old Soldier s Message 200 words

After reading the text "The Golden Fishhook", my eyes moistened. The touching episodes in the article kept coming to my eyes.

The article is about an incident that happened when the Red Army was crossing the meadows. It mainly tells the story of the old cooking squad leader who sacrificed himself to take care of the author and the two little comrades.

My throat choked when I read that "he sat there with an enamel bowl in his hand, chewing on a few grass roots and our leftover fish bones, chewing for a while, then frowning and choking."

What a respected old squad leader! For the sake of the revolutionary cause, I would rather endure all the hardships myself than to keep these little comrades. The veteran gave his life to the revolutionary cause.

And me? In such a happy life now, food is not yet cherished. In retrospect, I'm ashamed!

Usually, every day when I eat, I have to drop some grains of rice on the table and on the floor.

After reading this article, I deeply feel that our happy life today is not easy to come by, and we should cherish it, even if we live a rich life, we should learn to be hard and simple, and we should learn like the old class leader!

In order to save the three little soldiers, the old squad leader himself died in the grass.

Recommend. The old squad leader died, and we wiped away our tears. I collected the precious fish hooks used by the old squad leader and remembered what the old squad leader said to us.

Right! We need to be strong to live. Raise your head, night has crept down, yes, there is still a long way to go, we have to puff up our chests and insist on walking out of the grass.

After a night's rest, the east has already appeared white, I woke up the other two sick numbers, the morning breeze blew, gradually smoothed the pain in our hearts. A few of us plucked some wild vegetables nearby, boiled them and ate them. There are still more than 20 miles to go from the edge of the grass, and it is not easy to get out of these 20 miles.

We started to set off, trying to get out of the meadow in one day. The three of us support each other and encourage each other, and I want to fight with my life and never disappoint the expectations of the old squad leader. When we couldn't walk, the figure of the old squad leader appeared in front of us; When we were overwhelmed by hunger, the words of the old squad leader echoed in our ears.

The grass is muddy, and if you are not careful, you risk falling into the swamp. Although we walked cautiously, we still slipped three times in one step, and several of us were bruised and swollen, but we wiped the blood that fell out, "We must get out of the grass and fight to the end!" These are the words that burst out of our hearts, and it is these words that fill us with strength and allow us to walk down step by step.

As we walked, we gradually lost their support. Finally, we fell to the grass one after another. "No, you have to crawl out of the grass if you climb.

I say. And so we started the hard crawl! 1 meter, 2 meters, 3 meters ......As we crawled forward, crawling, crawling, our hands were bloody and painful with thorns, our faces were scarred, and our clothes were cut into strips.

None of this can stop us, we crawl, crawl and ......I don't know how long it took to climb and finally saw the edge of the grass, and I also saw everyone in front of us, and we cried with joy. "Don't do that. "I comforted everyone, but I couldn't help but shed tears.

How difficult it is to get out of the meadow! The three of us snuggled together, looking at the sun in the distance, half of our faces remained......

The three little soldiers were very sad, because the old squad leader died for them, and the old squad leader would rather eat something bad for himself than give the three little soldiers fish.

After reading the text "The Golden Fishhook", my eyes moistened. A touching and heartfelt episode in the article kept coming to my eyes.

This text is about an incident that happened when the Red Army was crossing the meadow. It mainly tells the story of the old cooking class leader who spares himself to take care of the author and the two young classmates.

My throat choked when I read "He sat there, holding a ceramic bowl, chewing on a few fish bones that we had leftover, chewing for a while, then frowning and swallowing."

What a venerable old squad leader! For the sake of the revolutionary cause, he would rather endure all his own hardships than save these little comrades, and this veteran soldier dedicated his life to the revolutionary cause. And me?

In such a happy life now, food is not yet cherished. In retrospect, I'm ashamed! When I eat, I have to drop some grains of rice on the table and the floor.

After reading this article, I deeply feel that our Xinfu life today is not easy to come by, and we should cherish it, even if we live a rich life, we should learn to be hard and simple, and we should learn like the old class leader!

"Why do all the good people in the world die so early? "After reading "The Golden Fishhook", I couldn't help but say this. Then, tears fell disobediently like beads of broken thread.

When I closed the book, the thin image of the old squad leader appeared in front of my eyes again and again, vividly. Remembering every word I had just read, tears welled up in my eyes again.

The article "Golden Fishhook" mainly wrote: In the autumn of 1935, when the Red Army crossed the meadow, many people suffered from gastrointestinal problems. There were three sick people who couldn't catch up with the team, so the instructor sent the cooking squad leader to take care of them and walk at the rear.

The old squad leader and the sick people struggled forward, and they only walked more than 20 miles a day. However, in less than half a month, the dry food was exhausted. I watched the patients lose weight day by day.

The old squad leader was very anxious. One day, while washing clothes for the sick at the pond, he suddenly spotted a fish. The old squad leader was overjoyed, made a hook with a sewing needle, and caught the fish.

Since then, the sick people have been able to eat fish soup every day, while the old squad leader has only eaten grass roots and leftover fish bones. Finally, when he was about to walk out of the meadow, the old squad leader fainted by the pond due to fatigue. By the time the sick man brought the fish soup that had been boiled with all his might, he had stopped breathing and remained on the grass forever.

I thought: Isn't it because thousands of revolutionary fighters like the old squad leader shed their blood that I live in such a privileged environment today? If the old squad leader is still alive, he can watch TV under the lights and knock melon seeds; You can finish dinner and sit on the small bench under the tree; You can comfortably cook on the reclining chair and eat those dazzling delicacies of the mountains and seas, you can ......However, for the bright future of the motherland, they sacrificed their precious lives early and laid to rest in the ground.

As a teenager in the new era, I must study diligently, strive to grasp today's good times, become a pillar of the motherland when I grow up, and comfort the souls of those martyrs who have sacrificed their lives for the revolutionary cause of the motherland!

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Loyalty to the revolution, selfless dedication, self-sacrificing the noble quality of others.

The golden hook expresses the noble qualities of the Red Army soldiers who are loyal to the revolution and sacrifice themselves.

This is a skimming text, the author recounts with affection that during the Red Army's Long March, a cooking squad leader kept in mind the instructions of the instructor of the unit, and did his best to take care of three sick little soldiers across the meadow, at the expense of his own touching deeds, using the fish hook as a clue, showing the noble quality of the Red Army soldiers who were loyal to the revolution and sacrificed themselves for others. The text uses "golden fishhook" as the topic, which is of profound significance. "Fish Hook" records the heroic journey of the old squad leader, shines with the golden ideological brilliance of the old squad leader, and symbolizes the immortality of the old squad leader's noble revolutionary spirit.

This text is vivid and moving, and the author grasps the language, movements, and demeanor of the characters to describe them in detail, revealing the sublime inner world of the characters. The author's language is simple, narrating in the order of development like a story, expressing his deep nostalgia for the old squad leader.

Hello. For the sake of the revolutionary cause and for the sake of comrades, he would rather sacrifice his great spiritual qualities.

After reading the article "The Golden Fishhook", what I admired the most was "the spirit of the old squad leader." ”

The Golden Fishhook tells a touching story about crossing a meadow on the way to the Long March. When the Red Army entered the meadow, many soldiers fell ill, and the instructor asked the old squad leader to take care of the three young soldiers along the way. In order to let the soldiers get out of the meadow, the old squad leader made soup for them to fish, in order to get bait, he didn't know how much turf he turned over, and at night, the old squad leader had to find wild vegetables one by one and cook them for the soldiers to eat.

The squad leader ate the few grass roots and fish bones left over from the soldiers, chewed for a while, and then frowned and swallowed hard. Reading this, my throat felt like it was stuck in a fishbone, and it was extremely uncomfortable. How can you eat grass roots and fish bones?

However, in order to complete the tasks assigned by the party and for the health of his comrades-in-arms, the old squad leader would rather eat grass roots and fish bones that are difficult to swallow. What a great, venerable old squad leader! His spirit of selfless dedication and self-sacrifice is worth learning from!

Old squad leader, the text says you're dead, but I think you're still alive. Your spirit, your image lives forever in people's hearts. And in today's society, there are endless people like you.

When the ruthless ** destroyed our city, our PLA soldiers disregarded their own comfort and helped the victims escape from danger and help us build our homes; When the sudden snowstorm hit our lush southern country, it was the PLA soldiers who moved forward bravely, ......Look, there's you everywhere, there's the spirit of your old squad leader, there's your actions. Look at it again, our red scarves have also taken action! We carry out "hand in hand" activities, we donate books to poor children, and take the initiative to donate money to people in disaster areas.

We also launched the "Help a little" activity, we believe that only if we all help each other a little bit, think more about others in trouble, no matter how big the difficulty will be overcome. Old squad leader, please rest assured that our new generation of Young Pioneers will not forget the entrustment of the revolutionary martyrs, and we will certainly carry forward your spirit.

What touched me the most was: "Take a closer look, ah! I couldn't help but froze as he sat there holding an enamel bowl and munching on a few grass roots and our leftover fish bones.

After chewing for a while, he frowned and swallowed. "As soon as I read this, I burst into tears, the old squad leader was so strong. How difficult and painful it is to eat grass roots and fish bones, but the old squad leader never eats fish.

How loyal the old squad leader is to the party's cause, in such hardships and hardships, he always thinks about the tasks assigned to him by the party, and takes care of the three sick numbers wholeheartedly. I was never willing to eat a bite of fish.

Think about me again, eating good things in one day, 100 times better than what they eat, and I am not satisfied. For your own enjoyment, and regardless of others. Today's happy life was bought with the blood of the Red Army, and without them, would I have been able to eat and dress well?

How small I am compared to the old squad leader.

In the future, I must learn from the old squad leader, care about others, love others, not afraid of difficulties and setbacks, and bravely rush forward.

Continued to write "The Golden Fishhook".

After the old squad leader died, we let the old squad leader rest in the soil by the water. Let the old squad leader feel the swimming of the fish, and if you can, the boss will wake up and eat delicious fish ......I don't know why, the two little comrades said: "The old squad leader has been sacrificed, and we can still get out of the ......."Grassland?

I listened, wiped away my tears, and said solemnly: "Okay, the old squad leader sacrificed for us, we must fulfill his last wish, and we must get out of this meadow." In the future, I'll go fishing, and you'll be responsible for collecting hay and weeds and weeds, okay?

The two little comrades also wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes and said firmly: "We must get out of the grass!" ”

These days, despite the few fish they caught, the two little comrades were able to hold on. Watching them get thinner and thinner day by day, I really wanted to give up, but when I remembered the old squad leader's request, I was full of confidence. Inspired by the spirit of the old squad leader, we have seen the edge of the meadow.

Let's pick up a section and help a section. Finally, I saw the red flag like the morning glow. A happy smile appeared on the pale faces of the comrades.

It's here, it's almost there. When the instructor saw that we were so thin that we were only skinny and bones, he asked anxiously, "Didn't the old squad leader take good care of you?"

We held back the tears for a few days, and they poured down all at once. Seeing this, the instructor looked around, but still couldn't see the old squad leader, and hurriedly asked, "Where is the old squad leader?"

I sobbed and said, "Old squad leader......."He ......In order to take care of our ...... across the meadowsacrificed ......When they heard this, they lowered their heads and made no sound. I wiped it away and couldn't wipe away my tears, and gently took out a fishhook covered with red rust from my coat pocket, and said

Instructor, this is the fish ...... of the old squad leaderThe fish hook, these days, is this fish hook that sustains our lives. Instructors, etc., ......After the victory of the revolution, we must send it to the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall, so that our children and grandchildren can come to pay homage to it, so that the spirit of the old squad leader will be immortal! ”

Everyone put the fish hook on a large stone, took off their hats and stood solemnly, and saluted. Suddenly, a bright light emitted from the fishhook, illuminating the way to New China!