When "he" opens the paper bag and sees the pieces of highland barley cake, he will think: This soldier is particularly brave. Facing death, he is brave and strong, leaving the hope of life to others.

Original text:

A few highland barley cakes

Grass, foggy grass, shrouded in a gloomy cold fog. Where is the road? An ancient mystery. Here, dense aquatic plants cover the quagmire that devours life. According to legend, only the old cows that grow on the grassland are expected to find a way out. A legendary steel team is marching on this magical land!

The cooking is broken. In his dry food bag, there are only a few highland barley cakes left. It is usually saved by eating wild vegetables. At the moment, he walks with difficulty. The pony with a red mane was ridden by a guard with a broken foot. Suddenly, a cold expression appeared on his thin face: not far away, two more soldiers were lying on the side of the road.

"Good comrade, you can't fall ..." He ran over, bent down and patted a soldier on the shoulder. "Chief, let's go, we can't walk." The soldier gasped, looked at the burly middle-aged man in front of him and said softly, "I haven't eaten for two days." He listened, his eyebrows trembled slightly, and silently took out a few highland barley cakes from the dry food bag and distributed them to the soldiers. "Eat, if you don't eat, you can't walk out of the grass."

When his stalwart figure gradually melted into the cold fog, a soldier held a highland barley cake with tears in his eyes and asked, "Who is he?" "I don't know, a little familiar." Another soldier took a bite of highland barley cake and replied, "Anyway, it's a leader, a teacher or a political commissar, huh!"

This is the seventh day in the grass. The grass is soaked in ochre, and the troops are ready to camp. He drank a big bowl of bitter potherb soup, lit a cigarette and spread out a military map by the yellow light of the lantern. It's coming out of the grass. Soon, the just cause will win forever!

He breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his eyes with HongLing, and felt a little sleepy. "Chairman," the guard approached him, handed him a paper bag and sobbed, "what the martyr left behind, he said on his deathbed, must be given to you." He gently opened the paper bag with trembling hands: Oh, a few pieces of highland barley cake.

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During the 25,000-mile long March, I don't know how many soldiers fell on the grass when crossing the grass. At that time, those few highland barley cakes meant life! The chief gave it to the soldier who didn't care about his own life for the life of his comrades.

What a great fearless spirit this is! The same is true of soldiers, who leave the hope of life to their officers and the death to themselves.

The last sentence "He understood" means that he understood that even though his soldiers died of hunger, they didn't eat those highland barley cakes. The mutual concern of the chief soldiers and the powerful energy of their friendship in the face of death.