The abbreviation Golden Fishhook needs to be improved

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.

It is said that when the Red Army crossed the meadow, the old squad leader received the task of taking three wounded out of the meadow. He tried his best to nourish the three wounded, while he starved himself. The last unfortunate death. praised the old squad leader's quality of giving up and being a person.

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.

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.

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

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.

In 1935, many comrades of the Red Fourth Front suffered from gastrointestinal problems, and I did the same. The cooking squad leader came to take care of us. Everyone called him "Old Squad Leader".

Our body is weak, and the old squad leader can only take us to walk and rest, and the old squad leader is also worried about us.

One day, the old squad leader made a fish hook out of a needle. Then I caught a fish in the pond. It is made into a delicious fish soup.

The old squad leader made us fish soup every day, but we never saw the old squad leader eat fish. I once asked the old squad leader, but the old squad leader said that he had eaten it.

When I finished eating, I followed the old squad leader. But he saw him eating fish bones. The old squad leader met me and gave me an explanation. And don't let me tell anyone else.

The next day, the old squad leader brought very little fish soup. I couldn't eat it, and the old squad leader sternly demanded that I eat it.

After more than ten days, the fast track meadow came to an end. The old squad leader asked everyone to eat more and walked out of the grass in one go.

Everyone went to look for wild vegetables and grass roots, and by the time everyone returned, the old squad leader had not returned. They found him by the pond, where he was unconscious.

Everyone immediately had to make a fire for the old squad leader to eat, and when the fish soup was ready, and everyone let the old squad leader drink, the old squad leader let us eat, and when we finished eating, we must go out of the grass.

The old squad leader died like this.

In order to commemorate the old class leader, I kept the hook well and let our grandparents come to pay their respects to it.

Abbreviation "Golden Fishhook".

In the autumn of 1935, the Red Fourth Front Army entered the grassland, and many comrades suffered from gastrointestinal diseases, and the instructor sent a cooking squad leader to take care of me and two laughing comrades who could not keep up with the team.

The cooking squad leader is almost forty years old, and everyone calls him "old squad leader".

The old squad leader took us to rest for a while, looking for wild vegetables, digging grass roots for us and barley noodles to eat. One day, the old squad leader was washing clothes by the pond when he saw a fish jumping out of the water. Later, the old squad leader settled us by the pond and took out a hook made of sewing needles for us to fish and eat.

In order to let us have fish to eat, the old squad leader fished every day, but he didn't eat it himself, only ate our leftover fish bones. As a result, I found out about it, and I wanted the old squad leader to eat it together, but he refused. I offered to help the old squad leader, but he didn't agree, and looking at his stern face, I threw myself into his arms and cried.

The next day, the old squad leader brought very little fish soup, and we drank the fish soup with tears in our eyes, and after another day, our illness became more and more serious, but we still insisted on walking.

Golden Fish Hook (abbreviation).

The head of the cooking squad took care of us due to illness and let us walk behind.

I can't go fast, and the noodles are finished. The old squad leader fished for us to eat. But I didn't see the old squad leader eating fish.

One day I finally understood that the old squad leader had been eating our leftover fish bones, and I felt as if there were 10,000 steel needles piercing the throat, which was really not a taste. The old squad leader didn't let me tell the two Xiaotongqi about this, because it was a task given to him by the instructor.

The next day, as if they knew about it, the two little comrades didn't put soup in their mouths, and when the old squad leader saw it and told us to eat, I ate it with tears in my eyes, and my heart felt like a lead block, and it was very heavy.

We were about to get out of the meadow, and we were in good spirits, and we went to look for wild vegetables, but we didn't see the old squad leader come back, and he was unconscious when we found him. The best way to save the old squad leader is to get him to eat quickly. But the fish never took the bait, this is the life of a revolutionary soldier!

Finally caught a small fish. The old squad leader saw me holding the fish soup and said, "I didn't take good care of you, don't waste anything, see you are all thin ......."Suddenly, his hand went down.

This hook must be sent to the memorial. Let people come and pay their respects. This red embroidered hook shines with golden light!

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