My grandpa
My grandpa is 80 years old this year. He is a veteran of the People's Liberation Army. He has made many military exploits and is an outstanding party member and veteran Communist Party member. , Grandpa has wiped out countless enemies and captured many guns. He is really powerful! I especially admire my grandfather.
My grandfather joined the army at the age of 14. He was very thin at that time. When he first joined the army, he was not as tall as a rifle. It was only a year later that he was given a small rifle.
Students, have you heard of the Battle of Huaihai? Have you seen the Southern and Northern Wars? My grandfather participated in the Battle of Huaihai and used roundabout tactics to defeat Chiang Kai-shek. During the battle, he was brave and adept at fighting and had a tenacious style. Today I will tell you the story of when he first joined the army:
That year My grandfather had just joined the army. He was a little boy. He was waiting outside a village with the army because he could not move until dark. Because of his young age, he accidentally fell asleep. When he woke up, the army was gone and he I really want to cry! But he didn't dare, because if the enemy found out, he would die. He remembered a method that the squad leader usually taught him, which was to put his ear to the ground and listen to the sounds on the ground. The side with the loudest sound would have the team. He did as he was told. Oh my God, why were there sounds from the front and back? The sound was louder on one side and softer on the other. This really bothered Grandpa. Grandpa thought at that time: Our People's Army is loved by the people, and there must be many people joining the army, so he decided He chased in the direction of the loud noise. Haha, grandpa was smart and he caught up with his team. Grandpa told me: Because the enemy's team was walking in the direction of the quieter voice, grandpa escaped the disaster.
During the Battle of Jinan, my grandfather’s platoon wanted to destroy an enemy stronghold. My grandfather was 15 years old at the time. They lurked outside the stronghold before dawn, unable to move, waiting for orders, but the enemy would still attack. Fire was fired from the turret from time to time. Grandpa was miserable. A bullet hit his butt. It really hurt, but Grandpa was already a veteran. He gritted his teeth and did not say a word. If he was discovered by the enemy, , the entire platoon will be sacrificed. The comrades next to him were heartbroken. Grandpa thought at that time: He couldn’t disgrace the People’s Liberation Army, and he couldn’t disgrace “Xie Songying” (grandpa’s hometown in Shandong). He managed to survive the battle and win. In this battle, grandpa won the second-class merit.
I have seen the scar on my grandpa’s butt several times, but I still can’t get enough of it, because I think grandpa is a hero and I am proud of him.
I want to learn from my grandfather, be brave, strong, and love our great motherland. When I was learning to speak, I saw some older brothers and older sisters walking past my window every day, wearing neat school uniforms, unique school badges, and carrying schoolbags to go to school. Of course, the most enviable thing is the red scarf hanging on their chests. Later, when I got a little older, my mother sent me to kindergarten. What impressed me the most was that my sister never forgot to hang up her red scarf and look in the mirror before going to school every day before walking out of the house with confidence. From then on, I kept asking my mother about school.
"We are the successors of communism..." Time flies, and I am in the first grade of elementary school, but whenever I hear older brothers and sisters from other classes singing this song, I feel like I will be extremely envious: I envy them for being able to sing this solemn team song loudly; I envy them for being a glorious young pioneer; I envy them for wearing bright red scarves every day...
Remember me My grandfather, grandmother, father, and mother were all good students with excellent academic performance. Although they dropped out of school early due to financial reasons at home, they were among the first batch of young pioneers among students of the same age. Of course, I secretly vowed in my heart: like them, I would be able to become the first batch of young pioneers gloriously.
Because I know that the red scarf is a corner of the national flag, dyed with the blood of countless revolutionary warriors. It is solemn and sacred. I also know that there are more than 50 students in the class, but only a few can become the first batch of Young Pioneers. Therefore, I study very seriously and hard every day, always hoping that I will be selected.
When the time came to announce the names of the first batch of Young Pioneers, the whole class was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Teacher Jin began to announce: "This time the first batch of young pioneers are-Zhu Yumeng..." I was the first to report! I was so happy that I didn't even hear who else the teacher had reported.
I will never forget that October 13th, the team building day that brought me infinite happiness and pride. On that day, I hung up the red scarf that I had longed for.
When I raised my right hand to salute my first not-so-standard team salute; when I swore "study hard and work hard" together with the captain; when I saw my classmates casting envious glances at me... I know that I am already a glorious young pioneer, and I am already qualified to sing that team song! When I returned home wearing a red scarf, everyone in the village praised me, and my heart was sweeter than eating honey!
Since I became a glorious Young Pioneer, I have taken great care of my red scarf and wash it almost every two or three days. I get up every morning and the first thing I do after getting dressed is to hang up the red scarf.
One day, my mother asked me to wear a very beautiful new dress. I don't want to pin the school badge on my new clothes, but if I don't pin the school badge on my clothes, where can I pin it? Just when I was undecided, I suddenly saw the red scarf hanging around my neck. That’s right! Just don’t put it on the red scarf! But the teacher said that the red scarf was dyed with the blood of revolutionary soldiers and was a corner of the national flag... Oh, forget it, go to school first, you will be late.
"School badge!" It turned out that the third inspection team was checking the school badge. I took the school badge out of the bag, looked at the new clothes, and looked at the red scarf. I reluctantly gave up and pinned the school badge on the red scarf. He deceived the classmates from the third inspection team and entered the classroom.
When I arrived in the classroom, Teacher Jin immediately looked serious when he saw me pinning the school badge on my red scarf. After class, he called me into the office and said to me earnestly: "Classmate Zhu Yumeng, the red scarf is the symbol of the Young Pioneers. I don't even have to tell you its meaning. If you pin the school emblem on your clothes, the clothes will be torn, so the red scarf will Doesn’t it hurt?” After hearing Teacher Jin’s words, I lowered my head in shame, and I cruelly pinned the school badge on my new clothes. But the hole in the red scarf can never be erased...
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by. In a blink of an eye, I am already in the first grade of junior high school. I also do the stupid thing of pinning the school badge on the red scarf. Won't do it again. Looking at this red scarf that once brought me infinite pride, I always feel an indescribable shame in my heart.
As a young pioneer, we are the future successors of our motherland. We should study hard, work hard, and become the pillars of building our motherland in the future!