I read an article called "A handful of fried rice" yesterday, which was a story produced during the Long March of the Red Army.
The point of this article is that an old monitor, a big soldier and a little soldier failed to clear the way in a battle and lost contact with the team. They were trapped by me and the enemy on a mountain in Mingweizigou. Less than seven days. For seven days, Shan Zhi made a living by eating hometown dishes and gnawing bark. The only food left by the three of them is a handful of fried rice. Finally, the old squad leader asked the big soldier to eat the fried rice, and everyone and the little soldier worked together to protect the big man and let him escape. So far, only two bodies full of bullet holes have been rescued by infantry. Decades later, a general erected a monument for them and wrote: "The tomb of Liu Dongzhi, a reactionary righteous man, gave birth to his son!"
After reading this article, I could not help crying. Even if the revolutionary martyr Liu Dongsheng lost his own life and his son's life, he should also cover a big soldier who is not related by blood to escape from the encirclement of the enemy and give him hope. I will never forget this spirit of self-sacrifice and selfless dedication. It is said that sacrifice one's life for righteousness is to help others and sacrifice one's life for righteousness; Going to a small place is to lend a helping hand when people need sponsorship and do some small things that can hurt themselves.
Having said that, I can't help thinking of one of my evil enemies-Chi. Once when I was doing a training problem, my pen suddenly ran out of water! I asked all my neighbors, but they either said "I just have a pen" or "My pen is out of water." When I was at a loss, a white hand reached my eyes, followed by a voice as sweet as spring water: "Cui Linqing, borrow your pen." I said "thank you" in surprise and used it as soon as I handed it in. However, I suddenly answered her as if I thought of something: "How to use this?" She smiled and shook the pen in her hand and said, "Here it is!" " "But its pen is bent!" It seems that I invented the new continent. I fell down screaming, and I tortured my students like a solemn examiner. "Nothing, just deal with it!" She didn't think so, and then she went to do her homework. I looked at the warm pen in my hand, crying and laughing, and there was a cold current on my face.
We have heard many stories about killing people and stealing goods, but we have forgotten to contribute, and we have also seen many stories. However, yesterday, I really felt it integrated into my life. We hope that the church will cherish this energy and make it a part of life.
Don't be stingy with your own efforts, sometimes it will dispel the coolness in others' hearts like sunshine and make others happy!