If you want to know the four seasons, go to the mountains and fields, see the budding willows, see the numerous fruits, see the snow on the green mountains, and see the beauty outside the window. If you want to know the distance, just set out, walk the long sunset alleys, and walk the quaint

The wooden bridge has a long way to go.

September is passing by in a hurry, and the National Day is approaching, and we have new tasks. On October 1st, when the whole country is celebrating, we also have our own ceremony, and all new students will prepare for the battle.

In your own military parade, you can invite your parents to watch you look heroic.

For me, my mother is indeed the person I have missed for a long time. It is no exaggeration to say that although I have not seen each other for more than a month, I feel that a year has passed. So when I sent the mobile phone,

I begged again and again, and my mother finally agreed to come to visit me. Perhaps it was for this reason that I survived all the severe tests of the military parade. On that day, we would wear regular clothes, big-brimmed hats, and black leather shoes.

Wearing white gloves and holding a gun, he walked across the rostrum and was inspected by the hospital leaders.

Regular uniforms were issued later, including our iconic uniforms. Have you ever thought about how much I paid for such a green military uniform? When I dressed up for the first time, looking at me in the military mirror,

Tears filled my eyes for a while, which strengthened my determination to continue to endure hardships. Queue training became our main work for the next two weeks. From morning to night, we arranged formations on the playground again and again, and eliminated people again and again.

We exchange goose steps over and over again. In order not to stain our clothes, we wear camouflage uniforms and black leather shoes for all training. Our heels are worn out time and time again. Even if we put toilet paper on them, it is useless. Especially goose steps, you need to exert more force.

The soles of our feet hit the ground; in order to train the stability of our upper bodies, we all put our big-brimmed hats upside down on our heads and walked back and forth on the playground. Once our hats fell off, we would not only be punished, but we might also be kicked out.

formation.

We are all tired and suffering, but no one complains, because we all know that we have no choice but to persevere. In order to let my mother see me passing in front of the reviewing stand, in order to let her see me

I have been working hard and looking forward to the changes in the past month or so.

, looking forward to the arrival of mother.

I once asked many of my comrades who were in the military. They were all my former classmates and friends. I asked them a question that I often ask myself, do you think it is bitter? Their answers were all the same, yes, it is bitter, no matter in military school or in military school.

You are still a grassroots unit. As long as you put on this military uniform, you are serving the people. But they are also like me. No matter how miserable or difficult they are, they will not tell their relatives. It is not because they are afraid of losing face, but because they are afraid of losing face.

For the honor of the military and not to worry my parents.

In a blink of an eye, October came. The night before, I polished my leather shoes, took out the green military uniforms I had kept, and made all preparations for the next day. The next day, we were ready to go, and all the staff followed the previous instructions

They had rehearsed countless times and were waiting neatly at the departure point on the playground.

I have been paying attention to the direction of the school gate, where parents and local officials are constantly coming in. I am looking for the pair of eyes that pay attention to me among everyone's gazes. "Stand at attention! The pacesetters are in place!" A loud and long sound sounded.

Breaking the clear sky, a group of soldiers in regular uniforms, holding protocol guns, walked towards their positions step by step, neatly and solemnly, holding protocol guns.

Immediately afterwards, three soldiers in the honor guard of the navy, army and air force, carrying the national flag and carrying rifles, walked goose-stepping towards the national flag stand. After the national flag was raised, the military parade officially began. First, the chief inspected in a car, and then

Arrangement. The square arrays in front passed by one by one. When it was our turn, we once again held up our chests and followed the music and stepped on the steps.

"Look to the right!" At the captain's command, we roared "One - two -!" and changed into goose steps. We tilted our heads 45 degrees to the right and forward, and saluted towards the rostrum. I saw

When I arrived at my mother who was sitting on the rostrum, she had a proud and satisfied smile on her face that day. She held her mobile phone high and recorded our heroic voices. There was no unnecessary expression on my face. I suppressed the joy in my heart and continued to finish the walk.

The journey we travel.

That day, my mother and I talked a lot. The school also agreed to our first outing in a long time. Yes, the road in front of this gate has been fenced for more than a month.

Life outside, this time, I really stepped on this road. The familiar air and familiar traffic outside the door made me feel excited for a long time. My mother and I took a bus and went to the Third Ring Road.

They bought me some things and treated me to a meal in a shopping mall. It was the happiest day since I joined the army.

However, all the good things are short-lived. In a blink of an eye, it’s time to say goodbye again. My mother is on the train in the evening, and I have to return before dinner. Counting the travel time, I can’t stay outside for even a moment longer. Mother

She understands me and urges me to return to the team on time, but I know that she is very reluctant to leave. This scene seems familiar to me, because she sent me away more than a month ago, and I did not look back. This time, when I came up

After getting into the taxi, I looked back at her figure. Tears in her eyes had already covered her cheeks unconsciously. Her black and white hair was fluttering in the wind in that early autumn afternoon. She didn't want me to leave, but she didn't.

While waving goodbye to me, she never spent money recklessly, but she bought me a lot of things. She didn't even ask the price, she just bought it. I knew she would be happy when she saw me looking back, but it made me feel uncomfortable instead.

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I have experienced too many farewells, and perhaps this sadness is more intense than the joy of reunion. Yes, we all have to travel far away in the end, and we all have to say goodbye to our immature selves in the end. Saying goodbye is the ascetic journey leading to growth.

The road, and it is these farewells that constitute the various forms of the world.

Sometimes, I suddenly recall the past, with a tender mood, when the train passed through tunnels and mountains and rivers, some small villages that were independent from the noise, soft and quiet, sleeping with the grass and trees, watching the dew and choosing leaves.

.I heard the sound of my heartbeat, and thought of her in the distance, so I wrote her name in cursive, and used fallen flowers as her characters, writing that time fell on the patio, spreading through the four seasons. How many times have I followed the movement in my dreams?

In the shadow of the sun, I walked up the stone steps to find an alley with fallen flowers. I tapped the memories gently on the eaves and corners. I walked slowly, fearing to disturb its little tranquility. The elegance in this dream is what I feel in my heart.

A piece of pure land, just like ink wandering through silk paintings.
Chapter completed!