We came to the foot of the big snow mountain. Locals call the snow-capped mountains "sacred mountains", which means that even birds can't fly except "sacred mountains". Others said that one year there was a severe drought, and the people carried the Bodhisattva up the mountain to beg for rain, without breaking fast in advance. The fairy got angry and detained everyone, but no one came down. People speak vividly and vividly, which makes us feel that the snow-capped mountains are a bit mysterious and terrible.
In order to dispel the concerns of the troops, the head of the regiment explained the situation of the snow-capped mountains to us. Chairman Mao also said: "Holy Mountain" is not terrible. The Red Army should be more ambitious than the Holy Mountain. It must climb over the mountain. These words gave us great encouragement.
Before departure, the superior stipulated that everyone should prepare two pairs of shoes to protect their feet, and especially emphasized that they should be seriously implemented.
Apart from the rotten sandals on my feet, I only have a pair of "measuring square" tied to my belt. I untied it, weighed it with my hands, and my heart was filled with infinite emotion. A folk song popular in Jiangxi Central Soviet Area haunts my ears again:
Send my brother to the front,
Make you a pair of shoes,
There are seven words embroidered on the shoes.
Long live the Red Army brothers.
When I think of this folk song, I also think of the situation when we left the Central Soviet Area.
There, every one of us was very sad and reluctant to leave our flesh and blood relatives. The villagers shared our feelings, knowing that we were leaving, and came to bid farewell early in the morning with all kinds of condolences. An old man took my hand and gave me a pair of "Red Army shoes". A pair of very strong cloth shoes, the upper of which is embroidered with the words "comfort the Red Army soldiers" and "kill Kou for meritorious service". His mouth twitched for a long time before he said, "Put on these shoes, son. As soon as this shoe is put on the feet of the Red Army, it will become a' measuring ruler'. No matter how wide the ground is and how high the mountain is, you can't' measure' it. I looked at the old man and the shoes in his hand, so moved that I couldn't speak.
From then on, these shoes hung on my waist and became my best companion. In difficult times, they often inspire me to forge ahead and destroy the enemy.
I remember that my foot was injured in the last battle when I left Jiangxi. At that time, there was neither medicine nor stretcher, and I had to drag my injured foot every day. I really can't hold on. I took the' measuring ruler' off my waist for the first time and put it on my feet. The sole is soft and very comfortable. As soon as I put it on, I remembered the hope of the people in the Soviet area and forgot the pain. The wound healed quickly, and my soles were worn off a lot. I couldn't bear to wear it any more, so I wrapped it up and hung it around my waist.
In Zunyi, our company undertook the task of siege. I was playing hard, and suddenly I felt some pain in my waist. On closer inspection, it turned out that a bullet had passed through the shoe, just beside the skin next to the waist bone. If it weren't for these shoes, this bullet would have been enough for me. Comrades are happy for me after seeing it, saying that this is really a "life-saving shoe". I'm glad I didn't get hurt, but I'm also sorry because my shoes were pierced with a big hole. In the future, I will cherish it more.
Now I'm going to climb the snow-capped mountains. I grabbed my shoes and remembered what the old man said. My heart is full of strength. Yes, there is a' measuring ruler' at the foot of the Red Army. We used this ruler to measure from Ruijin to Sichuan step by step. Today, we use it to "measure" this snow-capped mountain where birds can't fly.
At dawn, we began to climb the mountain. Looking up, I saw clouds and clouds, and the top of the mountain went straight into the sky. Going up again, the weather changed suddenly, the wind roared and the snow fluttered. I come from Jiangxi and seldom see heavy snow. At first, it was interesting to look around. Who knows that the higher you climb, the steeper the terrain, and soon there will be hail as big as eggs. The wind, with hail, blew on us wearing only one jacket, and the whole body really looked like a knife. My interest in snow has long since disappeared without a trace, but I dare not rest. I saw three comrades hugging each other, stopped to warm up, but never stood up again. I secretly shed tears, thinking of my comrades who were swallowed up by the heavy snow, and my heart was very uncomfortable.
I am an artillery, with a 45-pound mortar barrel on my shoulder, and it is even more difficult to walk. I stepped on the snow ladder-like footprints in front of me and walked forward step by step. My feet were lost in the snow and ice, and I fell down several times. Whenever I fall down and see the "measuring ruler" on my feet, I feel warm in my heart, as if there are many fellow villagers in the Soviet area pushing me forward behind my back.
Finally, I climbed over the snow-capped mountains. I sat by a tree at the foot of the mountain and looked down at those "measuring days". They are covered in slush and dirty, which really hurts me. Fortunately, except for the hole made by the bullet, it was not broken. I quickly took it off, knocked off the mud and hung it around my waist. Liu Yaohui