My Military Training Life Excellent Composition 1 Time flies, time flies, and ten days of military training life will soon be over. Although military training is short-lived, it has the deepest and most lasting influence on me.
I deeply feel the taste of military training life; Sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. It tastes good.
When we first entered university life, it was 10 days of military training. We are used to being free and lazy at ordinary times and suddenly enter a tense and strict living environment. For this reason, we lost a lot of free space. The endless military training and physical training made us breathless, especially as a member of the queue box, I had the pain that others could not see or touch! Long training and high standards are required. Who won't complain? Often I am too tired, my back aches and my legs ache, and my hands and feet are numb. This may be a bitter experience!
As for entertainment, there is also some, otherwise the military training life will be inferior. From the most naive eagle looking for chickens to the most fashionable fashion show. It is also equipped with funny tricks, which makes people laugh!
The tutor's sincere teaching and ardent hope, but we can't meet his requirements. Instead of blaming us, he criticized himself and patiently enlightened us. In the face of such instructors, who can not have sour ripples in their hearts?
Sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. These are some of my experiences on military training life, but they are not enough. I just can't express it by myself! What they say in silence is more than what they say in their voices. Everything is in silence.
My military training life is wonderful. Looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally looking forward to military training! I felt a strange excitement. However, what is military training like? I think the weather for military training is better to be cooler. Otherwise, let's stand in the hot sun and practice, and it will be strange if we don't die of heat!
The first day of military training must be very exciting. After lights out at night, you should be able to talk. If the teacher doesn't come to check, he may talk until midnight!
I also heard that military training is very hard. There are many military training programs, such as running over obstacles, climbing mountains, training in line and so on. The management of instructors is very strict. When I think about it, I don't want to go at all.
I wonder when the "emergency meeting" that the students are talking about is. Midnight or three or four in the morning? If it's too early, I can't get up anyway, unless someone pulls me out of bed or someone makes a scene in my ear.
I specially went to see the compositions of my brothers and sisters in the previous military training. They described it this way: "at the end of the day, I was so hungry that I didn't even have strength." Finally, I can eat, and I have to sing loudly. " Do you want to sing before dinner? What song to sing? There is also an essay that says "there is such a long queue for eating!" Oh, I don't want to do this, or my legs will faint!
I think our teacher is kind. Will he give us more time to rest and let us calm down and study quietly? Will he take us out to play and turn the steeplechase into a happy outing?
Instructors should not be too strict. It is difficult to train because they queue up for dinner. I think my military training may be very happy.
Before the military training, I thought that the military training was just suffering that I couldn't eat, but from the beginning of the military training, my idea was completely overthrown and replaced by the light of unity and maturity.
I remember the next morning, we learned to start walking in the scorching sun. At first, I did well, but later, perhaps because I was nervous and heard the ridicule of my classmates, I realized that I had turned right. I flushed with anxiety, but I walked again and turned right. However, at this time, a "savior" ran to the instructor.
"Report the instructor, there is a situation!" "Say it!" "There is a classmate who walks smoothly. In order not to let it cause us to screw up collectively, I will teach him a lesson! " "good!"
Obviously, he found that I said this question, and there was a sense of humor in the language. Everyone couldn't help laughing, but he was very calm and took me to train in the shade. At this time, I am as happy as a lost bird who has found a relative. I just heard him say, "Come on, you follow my steps, I'll take one step, you take one step." Later, I followed him to find the advanced version of Amnesia. As time goes by, I am more and more familiar with the pace of the army, and the sweat on our heads is flashing. In this way, he has been practicing with me in the sun of 34 degrees Celsius, and I have changed from thanking him to secretly admiring him.
He could have ignored me, watched the excitement and even laughed at my "right turn", but he helped me with a warm heart. How can I not appreciate it?
Life is like a big tree, it is the green leaf in my life and the flower of my friendship!
My military training life, like a hard leaf specimen, is ordinary and extraordinary. It was gently put into my diary, and I will never forget it.
My military training life has finally arrived in the summer vacation, and it is so easy to let go of the burden of study: I can sleep late every day, my clothes are propped up, my room is messy, and I don't have to do housework until the last month. My summer vacation was as carefree as Mi Chong's. The happy days passed quickly.
"beep!" The harsh sound of the military flute echoed in the campus, breaking the peace in the morning. We have rehearsed on the playground, with neat steps and standard posture. The dazzling sunshine shines on the earth, and on the sweat-soaked runway, it is the pace of time and the pace of progress. As the bugle sounded, the tense day of military training began again.
The burning sun shone directly on the earth, as if to burn the plastic runway. Loud slogans came into our ears one after another. We stood in a straight military posture, soaked with sweat, numb hands and feet, and weak all over, but we persisted. Two or three students suffered from heatstroke, so the teacher helped them to rest and came back in less than two or three minutes.
In the evening, loud military songs came from time to time in the classroom, which washed away our fatigue of the day. In the dormitory, many people are folding folded quilts. Slowly, from the original "tofu flower" to a square "tofu block". The floor, which was originally full of garbage, was wiped over and over again by many roommates with mops and rags, and the tiles and floors were as smooth as mirrors.
Five days of military training taught me a lot. It taught me to persist, to do housework and to walk like a fly. Military training is an experience, but also a foreshadowing for entering a busy junior high school life. It made a good start to my junior high school life. This is the end and the beginning.