How is steel tempered? What is the story segment that impressed you the most in this novel? Want three articles, each of which is not less than 50 words.

Autumn rain hits the human face. Dark clouds full of rain are moving slowly at low altitude. In late autumn, all the leaves have fallen in the endless forest. The old elm tree stood glumly, hiding its wrinkles under brown moss. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their gorgeous costumes, and they could only stand there naked and thin.

This station is alone in the Woods. A new subgrade extends from the stone platform of the station to the forest. The roadbed is surrounded by crowds as dense as ants.

Dirty mud creaked under the boots. People on both sides of the subgrade dig hard. The iron made a heavy crash, and the shovel hit the stone and made a loud noise.

The rain is like a sieve, thin and dense, and it has never stopped. The cold rain penetrated into the clothes. Rain also washed away the fruits of people's labor, and the soil dripped down from the roadbed like thick porridge.

Wet clothes are heavy and cold, but people don't leave the construction site until dark.

The built subgrade extends day by day, reaching deep into the forest.

Not far from the station, there is an empty stone house standing there alone. Everything that can be pried open, dismantled and smashed in it has long been looted. Doors and windows have become big holes with their mouths open; The oven door turned into a black hole. The roof is also shabby, and the rafters are exposed in many places.

The only thing that hasn't been robbed is the cement floor of four rooms. Every night, 400 people lie on it and sleep in clothes that are soaked and splashed with mud inside and outside. Everyone twisted their clothes at the door and dirty water was running. They cursed the bad weather and the mud everywhere with the worst words. There is a thin layer of hay on the concrete floor. They sleep next to each other and keep warm with their body temperature. The clothes are steaming, but they have never been washed. The rain dripped to the ground through the sack in the window. Raindrops pounded the residual iron sheet on the roof like dense grape-shot. Cold air keeps blowing in through the door.

The kitchen is a shabby shed. In the morning, everyone eats tea here and goes to the construction site. Lunch is monotonous vegetarian lentil soup and a pound and a half of bread almost as black as coal.

These are the only things that this city can offer.

Valerian Nicodimovici Patoshkin, a technical instructor, is a tall old man with two deep wrinkles on his face. Technician Vakulenko is not tall, but he is strong. He has a big nose and a lump on his thick face.

They all live in the stationmaster's house.

Tokarev lives in the small room of Kholyava, a station worker.

Kholyava has two short legs and is as active as mercury.

The road construction team endured all kinds of hardships with perseverance.

The roadbed extends to the depths of the forest day by day.

Nine people on the engineering team have deserted. A few days later, I ran five more.

Just over a week after the road construction, it was hit for the first time-one night, the train didn't deliver bread from the city.

Du Bawa wakes tokarev up and reports to him.

Tokarev, secretary of the Party Organization of the Construction Team, sat up, dropped his furry legs to the ground and scratched his armpit.

"Are you kidding!" He mumbled and put on his clothes quickly.

Kholyava ran into the room like a ball.

"Go hang up and ask for the Secret Service." Tokarev told him, and then advised Dubawa, "You must never tell anyone about the bread."

Kholyava, who vowed not to stop until he reached his goal, quarreled with the telephone operator for half an hour and finally got through to Zhu, the deputy director of the secret service. Tokarev stamped his foot when he heard him arguing with the operator.

"What? The bread didn't arrive? I'll find out who did it right away. " Zhu He's roar rang out from the receiver.

"Tell me, what shall we give you to eat tomorrow?" Tokarev shouted angrily into the microphone.

Zhu is obviously considering what to do. After a long time, tokarev heard Zhu He say, "We will deliver bread overnight. I let little Rick drive. He knows the way. It must be delivered before dawn. "

Just before dawn, a mud truck drove to the railway station with a bag of bread on it. Little Rick climbed down from the car wearily. He looks very pale because he didn't sleep all night.

The struggle to build a railway is getting more and more difficult. The railway bureau sent a notice that the sleepers were used up. There are no vehicles in the city, so it is impossible to transport the rails and small locomotives to the construction site. It is found that those small locomotives need to be overhauled. The first batch of road builders is about to expire, but their successors have not yet landed; The existing staff are exhausted, so it is impossible to keep them.

An oil lamp was lit in the old shed, where activists held meetings until late at night.

The next morning, tokarev, Dubawa and Clara Vicek went to the city, and they also took six people to repair locomotives and transport tracks. Clara Vicek was born as a baker. This time he was sent to the supply department as the supervisor, and the others went to Sharp-Wojicha.

It's still raining.

Paul managed to pull his foot out of the mud. He felt cold under his feet and knew that the bottom of the rotten boot had fallen off. Since the first day he came here, he has been worried about these worn-out boots. Boots are always wet, and the mud keeps ringing when you walk. Now, a boot has fallen off, and he has to soak barefoot in the biting mud. This broken boot prevents him from doing any work. He picked up the broken soles from the mud and looked at them in despair. Although he has vowed not to swear again, there is nothing he can do this time. He walked to the hut in his worn boots. He sat down beside the marching stove, uncovered the muddy foot cloth and put his frozen feet in the stove.

In the front.

Adal card is cutting beets on the chopping board. She is the wife of a road maintenance worker and works for a cook here. This woman who is not old at all is really blessed-her shoulders are as wide as men's, her chest is very high, and her thighs are thick and strong. Cutting vegetables was really hard, and soon a hill was piled up on the chopping board.

Adal glanced at Paul contemptuously and said sarcastically, "What's the matter with you? Where are you waiting for food? It's still early, you young man must be lazy and sneak out. Where did you put your feet? This is a kitchen, not a bathhouse! "

She blamed Paul.

An elderly cook came in.

"The boots are rotten." Paul explained why he came to the kitchen.

The cook looked at the worn boots, nodded to Adal, and said, "Her man is a shoemaker. Let him help you. Without shoes, you won't die. "

Adaka listened to the chef and looked at Paul carefully, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I mistook you for a slacker." She said apologetically

Paul smiled. Adal card with expert eyes leafing through the boots.

"We are not responsible for this matter. -No, Will. There is an old overshoe in my attic. Let me get it for you. Don't freeze your feet. I have never seen such a crime! There will be a big freeze tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so bear with it. " Adeka said sympathetically. She put down the kitchen knife and went out.

After a while, she brought a high overshoe and a piece of linen. Paul wrapped his feet in cloth and put on warm overshoes after baking. At this time, he silently looked at the wife of the road maintenance worker with grateful eyes.

[Appreciation]

Against the background of bad weather, this passage shows the hardships and diligence of the lower working people, as well as the poverty of the society at that time and the kindness that everyone should have.

[opinion]

How the Steel was Tempered is a world famous work of the Soviet Union, which is deeply loved by readers in China and has influenced several generations. Pavel Colta King, the hero of this book, joined the Red Army when he was a teenager. No matter in the war, or in the period of national economic recovery, Kochakin showed fearless spirit, iron will and infinite loyalty to the party and the people. Due to repeated injuries and overwork in the war, he was paralyzed and blind, but he overcame the mental and physical blows and picked up a pen to praise the heroes who struggled to establish, defend and consolidate the Soviet regime.

The Soviet novel How Steel was Tempered was not written by a great writer, but a novel written by Nikolai ostrovsky based on his own life experience, which can be said to be an ordinary person's own story. The novel was dictated by the blind and paralyzed author at that time and recorded by ordinary relatives and friends like the author. It is such a work that enjoys a high reputation among readers at home and abroad and has become a masterpiece that has influenced several generations. The success of the work lies not in the beauty of the language, nor in the twists and turns of the plot, but in the shocking spiritual strength and thought-provoking life philosophy and values reflected in the real account.