In the past few days, pictures of the Red Army’s Long March are being displayed in the school’s publicity window. After class, there are always many classmates around. After eating at noon, my classmates and I also came here.

"Oh, it turns out that this year is the 82nd anniversary of the victory of the Red Army's Long March!" As soon as we got there, we heard our classmates discussing.

We both quickly looked at it. In the first picture, we know the general history of the Red Army’s Long March. Then, the touching stories of the Red Army's Long March appeared before our eyes like a movie.

Look, the cold wind roars, cliffs rise, and iron cables connect two distant mountain peaks. Below is a turbulent river tens of feet deep. On the other side of the bridge, the enemy set up a machine gun and fired frantically; on the other side of the bridge, the Red Army soldiers stepped on the rickety iron cable and rushed forward. The soldiers in front fell, the soldiers behind continued to rush, one after another fell, and batch after batch of soldiers rushed up...

Seeing this, I turned my head to look at my classmate who was with me, he was watching the picture introduction with all his attention. I didn't bother him and kept watching.

Look, in that picture, several fighters are supporting each other and also leaning on crutches. The ground is full of grass. I guess this should be the story of "The Red Army Crossed the Grassland". I have heard a story. There is a respectable old squad leader who, in order to take care of the sick and wounded, ate fish bones by himself, and sacrificed when he was about to walk out of the grass...

As early as 82 years ago, our lovely and respectable Red Army soldiers embarked on the Long March for the happiness of the people. On this journey, how much blood was donated to have our happy life today.

Thinking back to the physical education class that time, the teacher asked us to run 400 meters. Before halfway through, I felt dry and wanted to give up. Thinking about these Red Army soldiers, I was really ashamed of my cowardice.

These pictures quietly tell us the touching stories that happened in the past, and those stories are also silently encouraging every student who comes to visit. The spirit of the Long March of the Red Army will always radiate brilliant light and inspire us to move forward.