As I said, I am a person who likes to reminisce.

I often feel alone in a daze. Rather than being in a daze, I feel more like I am in my own world of meditation, leisurely. I avoid the turmoil of reality and the pressure from all kinds of places. In my fantasy world, I am a person living in the mountains.

The hermit here lives in a dilapidated house with green bricks and green tiles, one person and one window. He enjoys the pleasure of passing time as the years go by. I prefer to enjoy the rain in this house.

The following morning, with the hazy mountain scenery, gray sky, and drizzle of rain, I occasionally saw a few oil-paper umbrellas passing through the forest paths. I wrapped myself in a quilt and leaned in front of the window, savoring the scenery and recalling life...

....

Maybe we are tired of the competitive days, or maybe someone has stolen the heart that is desperate for our dreams. In the end, we all become what we hated at the beginning, doing nothing, wasting our time, and living in a dream.

Where did I go back then? No one knows.

There are no legends in my high school, except for a story that I thought was a big deal. It can also be said that it was precisely because of this story that I changed my future path.

Some people say, what can be in a man's story? Youth, growth and a girl he can never forget. I was no exception, she occupied almost three years of my high school.

This story doesn't start with her, but it ends with her.

I don’t remember how I spent the days after the high school entrance examination. I just remember that in order to save money to buy a mobile phone, I tutored some primary school students. Of course, I also earned enough money to buy my first mobile phone. It can be said that I experienced what I felt at that time.

It’s so difficult to be a teacher. You have to prepare lessons every day and work hard for the progress of every student in order to win the trust of parents. Anyway, I didn’t get much rest that summer. I was even looking forward to the start of school. I was looking forward to it.

The kind of regular life a student should have.

August 25th is the beginning of all my stories. Late autumn is vividly displayed in my hometown city, with blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn wind and a complete farewell to the past. On the first day of registration, I rode a bicycle to school.

, I like to listen to the sound of wheels running over autumn leaves, which seems to be a song from autumn, cheering, praying, and blessing me for moving towards another starting point in life. Paying book fees, showing graduation certificates, reporting high school entrance examination results, etc.

After the tedious work, that is, cleaning, I was assigned a high

In Class 11, I entered the classroom and found that there were also several classmates from Class 4, all of whom were girls. Not many of them talked to me. The people I usually talked to had new faces.

I suddenly felt a little disappointed and had no enthusiasm for cleaning.

What made me feel better was the military training on the second day. We were not issued school uniforms. Although I had one, the teacher still asked us to wear camouflage. I like this outfit. After all, every boy has a dream to be a soldier.

Well, at that time, I had a vague dream of being a soldier. Although it was not firm enough, it was at least a thought. As soon as I arrived at the school, I had a meeting, education, and arranged the next work. About an hour later, I saw

We saw our military training squad leaders running and taking their seats in neat steps. From the leading armed police squad leader to the last first-term non-commissioned officer, they were all energetic and upright. With just the few actions of coming in and sitting down, they were so neatly organized.

Like a robot in a computer, I was immediately greeted with thunderous applause from the entire lecture hall. The originally boring meeting suddenly became interesting. I spent most of my time watching them, not caring about what the leaders above were saying.

I was thinking at that time, if one day I am like them, will I make the people around me proud of me?

Soon, we gathered outside the building, and our respective instructors came to the class where they were training. They marched in two directions and walked to the playground. The person who came to our class was a third-term non-commissioned officer with dark skin and a height of 1.7 meters.

He is tall, has a pointed chin, and has thick lips. Although he is not as handsome as those male celebrities, his capable appearance is enough to make me admire him. His surname is Li, and he has served in the army for nine years.

He was muscular from top to bottom, but he still looked a little thin. The last thing he did before he was discharged from the army was to meet us. This was all learned after chatting with him.

I soon discovered that our instructor Li was the person I felt closest to since I first entered high school. Every morning, we would wait in the classroom for the instructors to come. Every day, I would stand by the window in the corridor and watch.

With their military van, they slowly drove in from outside the school gate, then they got out of the car and lined up. The pace of the fourteen people was always so neat, watching them come in, and then took us to the playground. "Subject! Individual

Military queue movements! Please take a moment. The purpose is to enable comrades to understand the military queue movements through training and strictly demand themselves; methods, explanations and demonstrations, self-experience, and organized exercises; requirements,

Study hard and train hard! Do comrades understand the above points?"

Instructor Li's roaring voice still echoed throughout the playground. We seemed to be stunned. No one spoke. We marveled at the volume of his voice and at the same time marveled that he could recite so many words in one breath. "Are you clear?

?Answer!" he yelled again.

"Clear." Compared with his voice, our voices were full of childishness and laziness, which obviously aroused his dissatisfaction.

"Did you not eat? I can't hear you!" His roar made many people who were originally lazy come to their senses, and then they answered "Clear!" in a slightly louder tone.

That day, he talked about a lot of rules, such as making a report when speaking, and not moving or making requests until the instructor gives permission; you should stand at attention when the instructor is speaking, and you can only take a break when he says take a break; you can't move around in the queue.

; When you hear the whistle, no matter what you are doing, you must stand up immediately; no matter what you do, you must run... I made a lot of requests, of course I listened carefully, but other students didn't seem to, they were willful

My style also caused a lot of trouble later on, such as running 400 meters while shouting "come on", squatting and reflecting on my mistakes, etc. I was never punished once.

Instructor Li values ​​me because I have the loudest voice among all the people. Every time my name is called, my "come" can definitely be compared with the instructor's initial speaking volume. Of course, I am also the one who gets more attention.

, every time when I stood in a military posture, he would specially come to me and correct my movements.

"Stand your legs straight, look forward with your eyes, and tuck your chin slightly. Why do you keep looking at me? I don't owe you any money if you are so hateful!" His humorous yet stern way of leading troops is quite suitable to be honest.

I wanted to, so I made serious corrections as he said. How should I put it? At that time, I really regarded myself as a soldier, a PLA recruit without a rank or a cap badge.

In my subsequent military life, I would often recall that time and the figure of Instructor Li. After all, he had appeared in my travels and shone brightly.

Later, many people asked me, isn’t it just a military training? It’s almost exhausting, and you’re still looking forward to it? Yes, what I’m looking forward to is that feeling, the joy of being the closest to your dream. Since then, this journey
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