Golden hook In the autumn of 1935, the Red Army was going through the grassland, when many comrades had the stomach trouble. Liang and two little comrades were so sick that they couldn't catch up with the team. The instructor sent the monitor to take care of us and let us walk behind. Cooking monitor was almost forty years old, back a little camel, square face, high cheekbones, his face covered with wrinkles, temples are greying. Because he was the oldest one on the team, and he was particularly close to others, everyone called him "old monitor". Along the way, they took a short break once feeling tired. When arrived the campsite, old monitor would go everywhere to find wild vegetables, and barley noodles to cook for us. After less than half a month, two bags of barley noodles were up. Hunger threatened them. One day, while old monitor was washing clothes at a pond, he saw a fish jump out of the water. He ran back with happiness, then took out a needle, burning it red, and bent into a hook. That night, they had fresh fish soup. Although not seasoned, they thought there was no soup more delicious, and picked up the bowl to eat out. Later, the old squad leader went to camp where he could find a pool. He settled them and went out with a fish hook. In the next day, he always took the fish soup
for them to eat. Although we still went down day by day, it was much better than eating grass roots. But nobody saw the old monitor himself ate any fish. On one occasion, Liang could not help asking him: "old monitor, why don't you eat fish?"" He touched his mouth and seemed to say, "I've had it.". I'll cook it and eat it before you do." Liang didn't believe it, waiting for him to finish up and go away, followed him quietly. Come closer and see! I can't help staying. He sat there holding the enamel bowl, chewing a few roots and the rest of the fish bones, he chewed for a while, then struggled to swallow. It seemed that there were a million needles in Liang’s throat, he cried out: "old monitor, why do you......" The old monitor toss up, all eyes looked at him in the hands of the enamel bowl, put to say: "I, I have eaten. It's a pity to see the bowl hasn't been eaten clean yet......" "No, I know all about it."." Liang interrupted him. It was the Red Army with thousands of selfless dedication that won the final victory of the long march.
