When I woke up and looked at the green leaves outside the window, I suddenly felt that military training was like a dream, which came in a hurry and passed quietly before I savored that feeling. 2 1 day of fatigue tells me on my shoulder that it's over. It hurts a little, and it's a little sour. The instructor left without tears or parting, so he left in a hurry. The sun shone in and fell on the military uniform piled in the corner, and all the memories of military training were turned out. I was just thinking about the beautiful women that my tutor and I met in turn, the neat or messy footsteps, and the snickers of my classmates. What did military training bring me, did it? Alas, military training is really like a dream! Memory is becoming more and more blurred under the oppression of fatigue. What can I say about military training, whether it comes from the lofty and arduous training to defend the motherland or the iron-hearted tenderness that filled this period? Of course, these are all necessary memories and nostalgia, but what is more important?

As a lazy person, I suffered a lot in military training. Some people "perform" non-standard push-ups alone, and some people are with you, but Emil Wakin Chau's "happiness in sharing weal and woe" has not really been realized. Although I was punished there with smiles and sweat in search of memories, the scorching sun scorched all my storage of this memory, and I repeatedly remembered a sentence I had thought about with gritting my teeth. Maybe many years later, I can still feel the uncomfortable and tired feeling when I left home for military training, the indescribable discomfort that I couldn't wipe my face with sweat. Some people say that this is an inhuman day and the darkest day of life. I think if that's the case, we should shout long live, because we all survived.

A philosopher once said: The feeling that you can't remember is the most wonderful feeling. For military training, some feelings really can't be expressed in words, but can only be recalled in intensive understanding. That taste, like tea, is very rich. Only those who have tasted it know its connotation, and then they can smile at people who have the same experience and let the wonderful feeling pass between them. Just as there are as many small villages as there are readers, military training has a special taste for everyone. For me, military training has gone beyond its simple meaning to some extent. It has become a precious and rare experience, written in memory and an indelible part. It has become a kind of strength, a driving force when I am in trouble, a support of life, and supports my shaken heart in all kinds of storms of my life journey. My best memory of military training is the simple relationship between students and instructors. This kind of interpersonal relationship has been rare in recent years, and it is very memorable and nostalgic.

Military training, let it become a full memory of life, brewing in the years, and then when several relatives and friends get together, hold out those treasured warm fragments, indulge in them and enjoy the touch!