In the new semester, I came to the middle school that tens of thousands of primary school students in Nanjing dreamed of-Nanjing Foreign Language School, new classrooms, new teachers, new classmates and new stationery ... Every "new" left a good impression on me. The school is well equipped and the classrooms are spacious and bright; The teacher is amiable and the students get along well; Stationery is suitable and convenient, food is delicious ... everything is so beautiful.
When I first entered the school, I was greeted by military training and martial arts practice. Because it is late August, when the "autumn tiger" comes, it is the hottest season in Nanjing. But we still run and practice on the playground. During the three days of preschool education, we freshmen strongly felt three words: heat, fatigue and pain.
During military training, the vicious sun baked the earth into a steamer, and the heat wave rolled on the playground and attacked us from time to time. Students, whether in line or standing in military posture, can still "struggle in the front line" at first, as motionless as nails; An hour passed and everyone's clothes were soaked with sweat. Some students couldn't hold on any longer and began to stagger. What's more, some students really couldn't hold on and fainted from heatstroke.
At the moment, I feel dizzy, and the things in front of me seem more and more blurred. Sweat kept flowing downwards, my eyebrows couldn't stop, and all of them flowed into my eyes. I suddenly asked why I couldn't open it. Touching the wound with worn-out skin will be more painful; From time to time, I feel bouts of retching, as if I were going to spit out all the organs in my body. At this moment, there seems to be a voice telling me: young man, hold on! I kept cheering myself up: I must hold on! Sticking to the end is victory! In this way, although I accidentally sprained my right elbow, I continued to hold my chest and swing my arm; Although my toes are swollen badly, I still insist on walking and running. ...
Three days, let us fully understand what is heat, what is fatigue and what is pain. But with strong perseverance, we all survived! In the report performance, we showed the elegance of all the retired students in Class 2, Grade 1 with the demeanor of soldiers and the momentum of steel. School leaders are moved by us, teachers are moved by us, and parents are moved by us!
It is this military training that makes us feel that we are no longer delicate flowers, lazy pupils, and we have grown up! We are confident and brave, standing proudly in the world!
Excellent composition of military training 2 The process of time passing slowly, bit by bit, records our past.
We have finished the military training. From the initial reluctance to the later reluctance, a little emotional change records our memories.
Today, we finished our hard training, and we are a little reluctant to go.
When I first came, I really hated this place. That's a veritable training, isolated from the world. This is the case with breakfast, steamed bread, porridge and four pickles every day. I remember the first day, porridge was rice soup and steamed bread was very hard. Lunch, four dishes and one soup, can be said to be not delicious at all. There is no pork, only chicken skeleton and few eggs. Soup is just water mixed with vegetable leaves, no salt, tasteless, and no one drinks it. Dinner is still four dishes and one soup, and occasionally the food is better. It's been seven days, and I haven't seen any pork. Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, no sugar, so sour. I think about it every day. When can I change dishes?
Get up at 5: 30 every day to wash, go out for a run, have dinner at 6: 30, then go back to bed, gather at 8: 00 and stand in a military posture. I am very tired every day. In the afternoon, I have to train in the hot sun, and my back hurts when I stand. I can't go out. Wash and turn off the lights only at the specified time. It's really bad that people are watching everything. When we first arrived, the lights were turned off at nine o'clock in the evening. When we first came, we still had that freshness. We don't want to go to bed early, just watch and talk. The instructor outside has been in charge of discipline, and noisy people can't sleep. The girl in the first grade was punished for standing in the military posture. She protested the next morning and got up at three o'clock in the morning to tickle. The so-called peace is not that a group of people screamed there like headless flies, but that he shouted there alone and couldn't sleep well the first night. We all have dark circles. There should be 26 people in a room, several of us. Some beds are empty and not very crowded.
Training in the morning, training in the morning, training in the afternoon, training at night, we are very tired, but I know that instructors don't rest until we sleep, even more tired than us. After a long time, we get used to this kind of life. Our class has always been the best in those two schools, and that is our achievement.
When I am lazy, I will shoot the sky, every corner, trees and jungle. And leave footprints.
Our coach Li, he is really kind to us and doesn't make us so tired. He can do anything as long as he finishes the task, and occasionally he will teach us to be lazy and have a little rest. Haha, he's cute. He has two big dimples when he smiles. He is very strict. It is really because of him that our class can finally win the honor. He is very funny, telling us jokes anytime and anywhere to relax.
He will lead us to play songs, write lyrics, teach us to sing military songs, beat us and render the atmosphere.
We delayed going home for one day because of the rising water level.
On the night of the bonfire party, we had a good time. At the end of life, we returned to the dormitory with rabbit dance, very happy.
Today, we showed our achievements and rehearsed actions and words many times. Inadvertently, we have finished, it's time to say goodbye. We are really reluctant to leave. At this moment, we all cried. We spent a week with instructor Li, and the chance of meeting each other was very small. On the way to the canteen, we shouted: Instructor Li, we love you! We cried and he cried, but he didn't look back, but I saw tears in his eyes. This is the most sincere tears, parting is painful, but only in this way can we grow and be strong!
Instructor Li, I will remember your teaching. The bottles should be placed neatly and don't litter. We should be the first, try our best, we should unite, and the road we walked together will become a permanent memory.
Instructor, take care!
The process of military training excellent composition 3 In the second day of junior high school, we took part in actual military training activities. 165438+1October 24th is our first day at the base. At that time, the students' mood was surging, full of joy and a little ignorant. Today165438+1October 28th, in the afternoon, we will bid farewell to the base. We miss this place very much, but we will seal it up as the best memory.
On the first day, our discipline was poor, and there was no military training at all, which made the chief instructor very angry and sent a small gift to our classmates for physical fitness. That day, we were really tired and had the urge to go home. The next day, my back ached and I became a little princess and little prince at home. Do a little thing and start calling your parents. No wonder we were easily exhausted on the first day yesterday. Every night is full of endless joy. On the third night, there were cries everywhere, not being punished, but being moved. Each of us was deeply moved by this touching and inspiring thanksgiving education activity. The fourth night is the last night in this base. Tonight, the stage belongs to the students. Every class has affectionate songs, humorous sketches, psychedelic dance steps, and laundry dances by instructors. Every performance, we let go of ourselves, let go of ourselves once, and shout to our hearts' content. This night, we were very happy to bring the highlight to a climax, but our disappointment with the base became more and more profound.
The results of the four-day training will be announced on the fifth day. On this day, we struggled hard. Although our class didn't get the ranking in the end, I deeply felt that every student worked really hard. Fuck, the game will be over soon. The end of the game means that we are about to say goodbye at the base!
There is no such thing as a banquet that must come to an end, and the time for parting is slowly advancing bit by bit. I can vaguely see tears in the instructor's eyes. Aren't we the same? There are tears in students' eyes, as if in a blink of an eye, tears will fall like pearls with broken lines. The picture of arriving at the base yesterday is still clear. In a blink of an eye, it was a cruel separation. My tears finally flowed uncontrollably, but my mouth was still smiling. We agreed to leave the base with a smile.
This base has taught me too much. There is no perfect individual, only a perfect group. Unity is a great fighting force. We should unite and have a sense of collective honor, because you, I and he are all members of the collective. Grateful activities have also made me understand a lot: time flies, and don't always want to repay your parents when you grow up. Maybe your parents can't wait for that day, so don't let the old people take away the years, repay them with a sincere heart and practical actions, and always hold a grateful heart.
Base, instructor, and everything there, the dormitory where I once lived, goodbye!