A short story about Peng.

1. Peng and his big black mule (in the fifth grade textbook)

Crossing the grassland is the most difficult part of the Red Army's Long March. The commander of the red army pushed north in the case of hunger and cold. When the troops in front are short of food, they can dig wild vegetables to eat, but the troops in the rear can't even find wild vegetables.

Peng led the Red Third Army Corps to take charge of the rear. He saw the soldiers faint from hunger one after another, so he fixed his eyes on his big mule. When the horse set out from Jiangxi, it followed Peng's big mule and carried food and equipment along the way. Every day, it piles up on its back like a hill. Sometimes Peng stroked the big black mule and said, "You are too hard to eat." As he spoke, he divided some of his dry food, slipped it into the mouth of the big black mule and watched it finish eating.

Now, the grass is out of food, so I decided to kill Peng Shangma to solve the urgent need. He called the keeper and asked, "How many animals are there?"

"Even your big black mule has six heads," replied the old breeder.

"Good, concentrate, kill and eat meat!" Peng's right words are orders.

"What, kill? Aren't you going out on the grass? " The old breeder was in a hurry. Hearing this, several guards gathered around and said loudly, "Colonel, you can't kill a big black mule!" " "

Peng carefully looked at the big black mule tied not far away and said quietly, "The troops can't even eat wild vegetables now. Only by killing animals can more people get out of the grass. "

The old breeder said to Peng in tears, "But how do you get out of the grass?" Others can kill, and the big black mule must stay. It has contributed to the revolution. "

Peng patted the old breeder on the shoulder and said, "If you can walk, so can I.". Isn't the snow mountain already here? Revolution is nothing! The big black mule has contributed to the revolution, so let it make its final contribution this time! "

"Let's leave the big black mule!" People are asking.

Peng is a little impatient. He said loudly to the guards around him: "Qiu Nanhui, pass my order and let Deputy Commander Fang be responsible for killing mules!" "

Six animals were herded together. The old breeder patted the big black mule on the neck and said softly, "big black mule, big black mule!" You have been wronged, and you have made great contributions to the revolution! "

Peng Huaide turned around. There were no gunshots, and no one wanted to shoot.

Twenty minutes have passed, and no one can be so cruel. Six animals seemed to have a premonition, collectively brayed a few times and silently bowed their heads.

Twenty minutes passed, and still no shots were heard.

"Deputy director, shoot! If you don't shoot them, I will shoot you! " Peng Huaide shouted with his hands crossed.

The deputy commander with a machine gun, with six animals in the distance, pointed their guns at them, and everyone closed their eyes.

The gun went off. Peng slowly took off his hat to the fallen big black mule-that night, the grassland bonfire was more alive. Peng pushed open a bowl of broth sent by the guards and said angrily, "I can't eat any more. Open it! "

After a long journey, I never saw the big black mule again. Melted in the rolling iron flow moving northward, melted in the sound of bamboo boards mobilized by propaganda drums: "There is no warm clothes in the sound, and the stomach is hungry. I fainted, got up, followed and walked to the campsite. "

2. "Account"

196 1 year1kloc-0/month, Peng returned to his hometown-Wushizhai, Xiangtan County, Hunan Province. He looked at the landscape and vegetation of his hometown, which he was very familiar with when he was a child, and looked at the villagers who had been away for many years, and felt particularly cordial. Back in the war years, the villagers followed * * * to make revolution, shed their heads, shed their blood and made great sacrifices, and finally hoped for national liberation and revolutionary victory. Thinking of this, Mr. Peng couldn't help feeling a lot: "Yes, the villagers who have suffered for many years should live a good life!" " Peng came to the Nangu Commune Brigade in xiang tang District for investigation. It's time for lunch Peng didn't go to the "public canteen" to eat pot rice, but put aside his entourage and went to He Laobo's house not far from the canteen. Just across the room, there was a thick smoke, and I saw He Laobo squatting under the stove to cook. Peng leaned over and asked with concern, "Old man, why don't you go to the canteen to eat?" The old man said grumpily, "What to eat? Only because of Peng Lai's research, the brigade opened a canteen to eat, and everyone with high work scores had to eat. I'm not going to join in the fun. I'm really swollen and fat! " After listening to this, Peng gave a reason and opened the lid conveniently, only to find that the chaff rake was steaming in the pot. Peng Huaide grabbed bran Baba and ate it. The rough and bitter bran stung his throat, which was really hard to swallow. His heart ached and his eyes were full of tears. When Peng returned to his former residence, a general meeting of members was held. He said, "I'm a beggar and I'm hungry, but that was the old society. Since you are the master, you must seize the opportunity of reclaiming land for growing grain, save yourself by production, and turn the poor team into a rich team. No one should go hungry any more. I am a member when I come back this time, and the team will arrange for me to go to work. If I don't arrange it, I will ask my mother-in-law to go up the mountain to cut wood. " Since then, Peng and the members have participated in collective labor together. He especially advocated opening fields and mobilized his nephew to open fields together in his spare time. My nephew looked at his gray-haired uncle and advised him, "You are an old man. What kind of field do you open? " Peng replied humorously, "old bones is withered, and just practicing kung fu! Don't say that I am old, I can still compare with you young people! " Say that finish, he rolled up his sleeves, and with the hand that had commanded thousands of horses, he swung his hoe like a standard old farmer. Driven by Peng, Xintian in my hometown was developed one by one and planted with green crops. Peng happily collected cotton and planted wheat with the villagers, and shed countless sweats. He said: "From this year on, I will come back to work for a month every year, and I can't do other heavy work to help the production team look after the cows and ducks. If you can't come back, you will invest 100 to pay the team. " In this way, Peng set up a special member's "account" in his hometown, regardless of labor remuneration.

take a picture

After five campaigns to resist US aggression and aid Korea, the volunteers held a very important meeting. Zhang, a war correspondent, walked into the conference room and wanted to take a photo of Peng, commander and political commissar of the Volunteers. When he raised his camera at him, he was rejected by Mr. Peng: "What do I have to shoot in Peng? Don't highlight me personally, leave the film to the volunteer soldiers! " Zhang was criticized and left the meeting angrily.

During the break of the meeting, Chen Geng, deputy commander of the Volunteers, came to comfort him and said with a camera, "Don't be sad, I'll shoot it for you." Boss Peng saw the assistant commander taking pictures of him. Although he couldn't refuse, he looked serious and sulked all the time, but he didn't answer in the end. Later, Zhang Cai learned that many old photographers were "turned away" when taking pictures of Mr. Peng.

Soon, at a party organization meeting held by the Political Department of the Volunteers, a comrade said: "Comrade Peng is the commander of the Volunteers, and the people of China and the world are eager to see his image on the battlefield. Publicity Department of the Communist Party of China and some central newspapers and periodicals also asked us to provide materials and photos. " General Gan Siqi, deputy political commissar of the Volunteers, conveyed this opinion to Mr. Peng, and Mr. Peng's attitude changed.

One day, Peng came to inspect the frontier position of Shangganling with great interest. When Zhang heard the news, he immediately rushed to the position. Seeing that boss Peng and the soldiers were laughing very relaxed, he quickly took out his camera and prepared to take pictures. Mr. Peng recognized the Zhang he had criticized and said with a smile, "Oh, it's you again, little reporter. Do whatever you want today! " Zhang seized the opportunity to press the shutter and took this photo.

Probably not original. Don't worry. Just use it.