I want stories or poems about revolutionary heroes.

1In the autumn of 945, the Red Army entered the grassland. Because three small comrades have gastrointestinal problems, the instructor asked the cooking squad leader to take care of them. Three patients only walked twenty miles a day. At the campsite, the squad leader dug up grass roots everywhere and cooked for them with highland barley noodles. In less than half a month, all the highland barley noodles were eaten. Hunger threatens them. Although the squad leader looks for weeds and digs roots everywhere, how can he eat enough just by eating these? The monitor watched them slim down and didn't sleep a wink for a day and a night. One day, the monitor was washing clothes by the river when he suddenly saw a fish jump out of the water. He quickly found a sewing needle and bent it into a hook shape, so that three comrades could eat fresh fish and drink fish soup. But a little comrade noticed that when they were eating fish, the monitor never ate it. Later, the little comrade found that the monitor was eating leftovers and couldn't help crying. Seeing that he was about to walk out of the grass, the monitor fainted from hunger. Three little comrades hurried to fish and make soup, but the monitor died for them. It was a late autumn day and the sun was setting in the west. Comrade Chen Geng often went hungry and felt very tired because he marched on the deserted grassland for a long time. This time he fell behind, leading the same tired thin horse and moving forward step by step. Suddenly, I saw a little red army ahead, and like him, it also fell behind. That little guy is only eleven or twelve years old. Yellow face, a pair of big eyes, two thin lips, a little upturned nose, two feet wearing sandals, blue and red with cold. Comrade Chen Geng came up to him and said, "Son, get on the horse and ride for a while." The imp put on a nonchalant look, stared at Comrade Chen Geng's thin face with a beard, and smiled and said in Sichuan words, "Old comrade, my physical strength is much stronger than yours. Get in the car and go. " Comrade Chen Geng said in a commanding tone: "Let's ride for a while!" The little devil stubbornly said, "If you want me to race your horse, let's have a race." With that, he straightened up and made a gesture to run. "Well, let's go together." "No, you go first, I want to wait for my companion." Comrade Chen Geng is very helpless. He took out a small bag of highland barley noodles from his body and handed it to the kid, saying, "You ate it." The boy pulled the dry food bag on his body, patted it gently and said, "Look, it's bulging. I have more than you. " Comrade Chen Geng was finally persuaded by this boy, so he had to climb on his horse and walk forward. He rode on a horse and felt restless. Starting with the child he just met, he remembered a series of children. From Shanghai and Guangzhou to the docks in Hong Kong, the poor children he had dealt with appeared in front of him one by one. "No, I was cheated!" Comrade Chen Geng suddenly gave a cry, immediately turned his horse's head and kicked off his horse several times, running all the way. When he found the child, the child had fallen on the grass. Comrade Chen Geng struggled to hold the child on horseback, touching the child's dry food bag, stiff. What is that? He took it out and saw that it was a black Achyranthes bidentata bone with several tooth marks on it. Comrade Chen Geng knows everything. At this time, the little guy stopped breathing. Comrade Chen Geng put his arms around this boy and slapped him in the mouth: "Chen Geng, how can you be worthy of this little brother!"