Who has the story of Lei Feng? I hope it can be answered before February 25, 214.

I am determined to call

On December 3 last year, when I heard Secretary Li's conscription report at the coking plant site, my heart was too excited to calm down. Late at night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I got out of bed and ran to the workshop office. I woke up Secretary Li and asked him if I could sign up for the army. Secretary Li said, "Why not? A young and strong young man like you is the best in the People's Liberation Army! " He looked at me carefully and said, "Oh, why did you come here without a cotton-padded coat?" It's snowing outside, isn't it cold? " Secretary Li conveniently put a cotton-padded coat on me and told me to sign up at dawn, so that I could go back to rest first. I went back to the dormitory, sat at the table and wrote the application for enlistment and the resolution.

the next day, before dawn, I thought of one of the front pages of the workshop. I didn't know that Ma Shouhua, a young worker, went there earlier than me. He was the first one, so I had to sign up for the second place.

joining the army has been my wish since I was a child. The People's Liberation Army is not only a United and friendly family, but also a big school for cultivating revolutionary youth. My wish will come true, how can I be unhappy!

when I wrote my name on the enlistment register, and specially marked "I insist on joining the army", a bitter past came to my mind. I was born in a poor peasant family, and my ancestors worked as tenants for the landlord. Father can't maintain a half-full life through years of hard work. During the Chinese New Year, my brother led me out to "send the God of Wealth" and beg for some rice to eat. If you catch up with the rich family for a wedding, go out and ask for some leftovers. We live in a shabby hut. It rains heavily outside and it rains lightly inside. In winter, in order to keep out the cold, several bundles of straw are often blocked at the door, which is really cold, and the whole family snuggles together to keep warm. During the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, my father was killed by Japanese devils, and my brother had to work as a child laborer in a machinery factory. His hand was broken by the machine and his head was broken. When he returned home, he had no money for treatment, and he was tortured to death. Then my little brother starved to death. In order to support me, my mother went to work in the landlord's house and was killed. I was left alone at the age of 6, herding cattle, feeding pigs and chopping wood up the mountain. My hand was cut by the landlord again, exposing my bones, and my blood flowed straight out. It was so painful that I called my mother, but she shouldn't, and called my father, but he didn't answer. At that time, although I was young, I hated those deadly beast landlords and the dark old society. At that time, I really wanted to, if any relatives came to rescue me, I must pick up a gun and smash those dogs and wolves to avenge my parents!

what a great party! You are my kind mother. Without you, I can hardly imagine everything about myself. Today you need me, I will stand up, not afraid of sacrifice and all difficulties, always be loyal to you, to the people, to inherit the revolutionary tradition of the elders, to build a modern and powerful national defense force, to defend socialist construction and world peace, I will dedicate my lovely youth to the most magnificent cause of the motherland and be a real * * * fighter.

----------------------First day of enlistment

January this year.

motherland! Everywhere, my kind mother, China * * * Production Party, took care of me. On the first day of my arrival in the army, because it was hot in the carriage when I took the train, I took off my clothes and got off and got cold. I can't sleep at night, I can't stop coughing, have a fever and sometimes get cold. It was midnight, and the battalion commander came to our dormitory. Some comrades didn't cover their quilts, so he gently covered them. He found that I was still awake. He came to see me coughing and asked softly, "Do you have a cold?" I said, "Nothing." At that time, I thought it was better not to tell the chief about this minor illness, so as not to bother him. The battalion commander checked the shop two or three times overnight and found that I had not slept. Knowing that I had a cold, he called a doctor from the health company to treat me, took medicine and told me to have a good sleep. The battalion commander, who is close to his parents, took off his cotton coat and brought a new quilt to cover me for fear that I would freeze. My pillow was wet with tears of excitement. I really wanted to give my heart to the party. I made up my mind to join the army and must serve the people well.

The first political lesson

After breakfast on January 9th, comrades from our new barracks gathered in a large auditorium, and the director of the Political Department gave us the first political lesson. He said, you have joined the People's Liberation Army of China, shouldering the sacred responsibility of defending the motherland. You should study politics and modern military science and technology, be proficient in weapons, be vigilant at all times, and be ready to destroy enemies who dare to invade our country at any time ... Colonel Wu then introduced us to the glorious history of our regiment and told us many heroic deeds in the war years. The film Dong Cunrui was shown after class. When I saw the heroic bombing of the bunker by Dong Cunrui, a fighting hero, I was moved to tears and determined to learn from him. When I came back after class, I found a copy of the People's Liberation Army Pictorial. I saw the portrait of Huang Jiguang, a fighting hero. I cut him out and posted it in my diary. I keep a diary every day. I want to see him first and think about him. What a great education and encouragement the first political lesson in joining the army gave me!

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After studying for a week, some comrades think that the progress is fast, and it is difficult to remember and learn. Comrade Tong Zhanpei, who is in my class, is less receptive. He learned today and forgot tomorrow. He found it hard to learn automobile theory. He failed in the first test and was a little discouraged. The platoon leader (who is also a car instructor) said to me, "You have studied better. You should help Comrade Tong Zhanpei well. It would be great if you all got 5 points in the next test!"

I think the platoon leader is right: No matter how good his academic performance is, he can only drive one car in the future. If everyone studies well, can't he drive more cars? The monitor also specially assigned me to help Tong Zhanpei. How to help? In the group discussion after class, I always let him speak first, and I will remind you of what I don't understand, which has gradually improved. One day, we discussed the structure and working condition of the carburetor, but he couldn't explain it clearly. I took the picture and explained it to him, but he still shook his head and said he couldn't remember it. I talked in sections, told him one section, and asked him to repeat it. After teaching sentence by sentence for more than two hours, he finally understood. We study together from morning till night, and he has made obvious progress. On the second test, he got five points, and everyone was happy for him.

The army has set off an upsurge of learning culture, and our transportation company has opened junior classes, senior classes and junior high schools. The company lacks cultural teachers and mobilizes everyone to "teach soldiers by soldiers". I think: under the training and education of the party, my education level is not high, and I have only learned a little cultural knowledge, so I should serve the company well. I volunteered to be a part-time teacher. The company chief assigned me to be in charge of the senior and junior classes. At first, I encountered many difficulties, mainly because I was too busy. I have to study technology every day, and I am the leader of the technology learning group; Everyone also recommended me as a study member of the company club, reading newspapers, broadcasting and teaching songs to everyone every day. Now I have to prepare lessons, attend classes and correct my homework, even if I don't have a rest in my spare time, and I have to sleep less at night. The company chief encouraged me to do these things well, relieved me of my duty of duty, and concentrated on teaching the culture class well. When I think about the training of the party, no matter how busy I am at work, no matter how many difficulties I have. I teach Chinese and arithmetic classes in high schools and primary schools, and most of the comrades respond well, but some comrades just don't listen attentively. The newspaper published the article "Chairman Mao Caring for Guards and Soldiers to Learn Culture". I will read it to you to illustrate the importance of cultural learning. Qiao Anshan, a comrade in our class, has a lower education level than others, and lacks confidence in learning. When he studies mathematics, he has a headache. He doesn't have a pen and notebook in class, and sometimes he is absent from class. Once, I asked him to do his homework. He said that his pen was lost. I gave him one of my pens and ordered him an exercise book. He was very moved, his enthusiasm for learning gradually increased, and his exam results were good. I finished the teaching task on schedule, and the overall evaluation of the class was excellent.

---------------------taking care of an old lady in June

. At 5 o'clock in the morning, it's time to get on the bus. I just approached the overpass with a backpack and saw a white-haired old lady carrying a big bag. It was very difficult to take a few steps to rest. I hurried to help the old man carry his baggage and help her get on the train. The old lady was so tired that she was sweating all over. She gasped for half a day before she said to me, "Good boy, auntie can't forget you!" When I got on the bus, it was crowded. I found a seat for the old man and stood beside him. The train started, because I didn't have breakfast and I was hungry. I took out two loaves of bread bought at the station and gave them to the old lady. She took the bread. She was so happy that she said, "It's very kind of you to be a soldier. When I saw my son, I asked him to write to your head ..." The old man said that she came from Shandong and went to Fushun to look for her son, but she didn't know his residence. She took out a letter and told me to read it. I remember that the address written on it was "No.4 Dormitory of Fushun High XX Mailbox". Of course I don't know this place, but in order to reassure the old man, I said, "auntie, don't worry. It's easy to get an address. I'll help you find it when you get off the bus." I arrived in Fushun at 6 o'clock. I put my backpack in the station, carried the burden of the old man, and led the old man to ask around. It was almost 9 o'clock, and I finally found it-this "XX mailbox" turned out to be a secret factory. When the old man saw his son, he was so happy that his eyes were full of tears and said, "Son, if this soldier comrade hadn't helped his mother find it, it would be rare to see you today ..." When he left, the mother and son thanked him a lot and sent me far away. I didn't want to report it, because it was what I should do. Who knows, the old man's son really wrote a letter to the army, asking the leader to praise the unknown soldier. I was even three hours late that day, and I couldn't hide it if I wanted to ...

-----------------------------. I thought, leaders often talk about carrying forward the glorious tradition of supporting the government and loving the people. Anyway, today is my day off, why not push bricks with the workers' comrades. Pushed the eight or nine cars at one go. The workers began to rest, but I kept pushing. The workers feel very strange: where did such a PLA soldier help boost bricks? A comrade in a blue uniform came up to me, held my hand tightly and asked me which unit I was in and what my name was. I didn't and didn't want to tell him, but a worker comrade around me said, "He is the secretary of the Party branch in the second work area of our construction company." This stumped me: don't say it's not good, go ahead, you must be praising it again. I just said that it's okay today, and it's right to take part in some work. But no, they must know my name. I have to say. After two meals on Sunday, I worked until I had dinner and went back to the company. In the evening, the workers came to our company with gongs and drums and sent a thank-you letter written in red paper. Only then did the comrades in thy company know that I had taken part in a day's voluntary labor despite my illness. Strange to say, taking part in some labor has relieved my stomach pain, so I joked that taking part in voluntary labor can cure diseases ...

saving 2 yuan

I will never forget the sufferings I suffered since I was a child. Army commanders often educate us not to forget the past, which is betrayal. Our country is not rich and still has difficulties, so we must carry forward the fine tradition of thrift, hard work and plain living. Every penny I spend naturally reminds me of my past life, telling myself not to forget my roots. This year's Spring Festival, I only spent 25 cents on a haircut, and I didn't pay any other money. Comrades said that the socks I was wearing didn't look like it, and I should put on a new pair, but I still wore them after mending them. ..... In July this year, I went to the Military Corps of Engineers Sports Conference, and the weather was very hot. Many comrades went outside to buy soda. I also wanted to buy a bottle, took out money and walked out. I found that there was a tap water pipe there. I put the money away again, turned on the tap and drank enough. When I did this, some comrades said that I was a cheapskate and suffered too much from myself. I mean, we can't forget the pain. The country is in trouble, so we should share our worries and do it bit by bit. It's not a matter of being stingy. I pay 6 yuan stipend every month, and I only keep 5 cents as pocket money, and I have saved the rest. After joining the army for more than half a year, I saved 32 yuan. Together with my salary saved in the factory, I have now saved more than 2 yuan.

This money is used to support the people's commune and the disaster area in Liaoyang. One Sunday two months ago, I went to the street for a haircut and saw thousands of people celebrating the establishment of the wanghua district People's Commune. I think: a newly established people's commune is bound to have many difficulties. As a soldier of the People's Liberation Army, I must support it with practical actions. I thought about this, so I took 2 yuan money from the savings office. I went to the wanghua district Commune and explained my purpose. The commune cadres only said to accept my heart, but they didn't accept money. I said that the people gave me this money, and now I am returning it to the people to support the development of production in the people's commune. You must accept this money, just as parents accept their own son's money, so you are welcome. After talking for a long time, the commune only accepted 1 yuan. Soon, it was reported in the newspaper that the Liaoyang area suffered from the worst flood in a century. I joined the army from Liaoyang and have a deep friendship for everything there. I can't stand by and watch the disaster there. After much deliberation, there was no other way, so I sent 1 yuan, who was not collected by the commune, to the Liaoyang Municipal Committee of CPC Central Committee and asked them to pass it on to the people in the disaster area.

I didn't want the leaders and comrades to know what I should have done, because I can never repay the kindness of the party. Who knows that afterwards, both the commune Party Committee and Liaoyang Municipal Committee wrote letters praising me to the army, which made me very uneasy ...

-------------------. On August 3, we were connected to the superior order: go to Shangsi Reservoir outside the primary school to fight floods and rescue. At that time, I was in poor health and the company commander asked me to be on duty at home. I bargained: "You can't leave me at home at this time!" " Comrade Quan Lian and I went to the reservoir and dug the spillway overnight. The colonel and political commissar fought with us in the spillway. It's raining heavily, and the dam is constantly collapsing. Everyone is waving shovels and pickaxes, and the more they work, the more happy they are. It's nothing to mention that it's bitter and tired. Just thinking about saving the reservoir is to save the coal capital. Accidentally, the spade in my hand was knocked off by the falling earth, and it was dark and rainy. I had to dig mud with my hand as a spade, and my fingers scratched my skin, but when I saw the one on my left wrist,