The story of the Red Army Twelve Copper Plates and One Pear .

Red Army shoes. We came to the foot of the snowy mountain. The local people call the mountain "sacred mountain", which means that in addition to the "gods", even birds cannot fly over.

In order to dispel the concerns of the troops, ***.

Say: "Sacred Mountain" is not terrible, the Red Army should have the ambition to compare with the sacred mountain. These words have given us great encouragement.

Before departure, the superior stipulated that each person should prepare two pairs of shoes to protect their feet. I have nothing but rotten straw sandals on my feet.

Outside, there is only a pair of "measuring scales" tied to the belt.

Finish. I untied it, and my heart welled up with infinite feelings. One song is in the ** Soviet District of Jiangxi.

The popular song lingered in my ears again: Send my brother to the front, make a pair of shoes and give it to you, the shoes are embroidered with seven words, long live the Red Army brother.

When I think of this song, I also think of the situation when we left the **Soviet area. An old man took my hand and stuffed me with a pair of "Red Army shoes". It was a pair of very sturdy cloth shoes, and the words "Comfort the Red Army soldiers" were embroidered on the upper.

He said: "Son, as soon as this shoe is put on the feet of the Red Army, it will become a 'measuring stick', and no matter how wide the land is, no matter how high the mountain, you can 'measure' it to the end." "Since then, these shoes have hung around my waist and become my best companion.

I remember that in the last battle after leaving Jiangxi, I was injured in the foot. At that time, there was neither medicine nor a stretcher, so I had to drag my injured foot every day and walk with difficulty. I couldn't hold on anymore, so for the first time, I took off the "measuring ruler" from my waist and put it on my feet.

The sole is soft and comfortable. As soon as I put it on, I remembered the hope of the people of the Soviet district, and I forgot about the pain.

Soon the wound healed, and the soles of my shoes wore off a lot, and I was reluctant to wear them again, so I wrapped them up and hung them around my waist ......Fighting Zunyi, our company was responsible for the siege mission. I was playing hard when I suddenly felt some pain in my lower back. A closer look turned out that a bullet passed through the shoe and was next to the ** next to the waist bone.

When the comrades saw it, they all said that this was really a "life-saving shoe". But I also regretted that my shoes were worn through a big hole. After that, I cherished it even more.

As soon as it was dawn, we started to climb the mountain. The higher you climb, the steeper it gets, and after a while, it starts to rain hail the size of an egg. The wind carried the hail and blew on the body like a knife. I'm an artilleryman, and I carry a 45-pound mortar barrel on my shoulder, so it's even harder to walk.

I stepped on the footsteps in front of me like a snow ladder, moving forward step by step, and my feet were so cold that I lost consciousness and fell several times. Whenever I fell down and saw the "measuring scale" on my feet, I felt a rush of enthusiasm in my heart, as if the fellow villagers in the Soviet area were pushing me forward behind my back.

Finally climbed over the snowy mountain, I looked down at the pair of "measuring rulers", it was covered with ice and mud, dirty, I hurriedly took it off, knocked off the mud and hung it on my waist.