Today, I read this "The Second Story of the Red Army's Long March: The Heroes of the Long March", and I was really moved. If it weren't for the soldiers throwing their heads and sprinkling blood on the battlefield, if it weren't for them to cross the Chishui River, cross the Jinsha River, the Dadu River, fly over the Luding Bridge, turn the snow mountain, and cross the grassland...Where can we live a happy life today?

After reading the book, I closed my eyes, and pictures floated in front of my eyes, and loud shouts echoed in my ears. It seemed to me that a reconnaissance company of a certain Red Army had climbed up the snow-capped mountain, but as they descended, a violent wind suddenly blew in the valley, engulfed in flying snow, and pounced on the Red Army. Suddenly, the sky became gloomy and terrifying. The cold frosted the soldiers' hands and feet. Several weak soldiers could no longer support them. They fell to the ground. The soldiers hurried forward to help them forward. Some soldiers walked down the mountain. The steep slope, unstable footing, was swept down a deep stream by the strong wind. Every step forward, the troops have to pay a high price, but the soldiers are not afraid of hardships and dangers, fighting wind and snow, and moving forward courageously. How many soldiers gave their precious lives for this. Some of them rushed down the ice valley in order to find out if there was a road in the mountain col; some were swept down the cliff by the violent wind and never climbed up again...Finally, the soldiers walked in the footsteps of heroes. Victoriously crossed the snow blockade and the extinct snowy mountains! Ah! The towering snowy mountains, have you remembered how many Red Army soldiers were brave and tenacious, persevering, and the song and tearful poems of heroic heroes, how many workers and peasants Red Army passed you one after another, in the Long March In the magnificent annals of history, an immortal chapter is left!

After a while, I couldn’t help but think of the scene of the Red Army crossing the grassland again: the grassland is endless, the grass is overgrown, and the direction is unclear. It will sink deeper and deeper, and if no one is rescued, it will die. Sewage from the grassland is poisonous. One day, an instructor’s foot was cut by aquatic plants. After the wound was stained with water, it soon became pus-infected. Her straw sandals were so worn that she could no longer wear them, so she had to find a piece of horse leather and tied it to her foot. But the horseskin soaked in water was very slippery, unable to stand on the muddy grass, so she had to find a wooden stick and limped forward. Some soldiers ate poisonous weeds and swelled all over their bodies. In addition to the attacks of wind, rain and hail, they fell down while walking and slept on the grass. They used the spirit of the Long March to overcome difficulties, not afraid of sacrifices, and struggle hard. , Self-improvement successfully walked through the grass!

Now I think of the last semester when the teacher asked me to practice "Military March" and play with another classmate, but when I read the score, it was too difficult! It was even harder than Bach's "Three Creativity"! I only practiced one page , I retired, and finally because of my fear of difficulties and time constraints, the teacher had to give up the show. Thinking about it now, I am really ashamed! What is my suffering compared to the suffering of the Long March? From now on, no, now I will learn from the soldiers and carry forward the spirit of the Long March!

At this time, Chairman Mao’s "Long March" echoed in my ears:

The Red Army is not afraid of difficult expeditions.

Wuling surging with fine waves, Wumeng majestic walking mud pill.

The water in the sands is warm in the clouds and the cliffs are warm, and the bridge across the Dadu Bridge is cold.

Even more happy for the thousands of miles of snow in the Minshan Mountain, and after the three armies, their faces were completely relieved.