The first time I witnessed the military parade of instructors, I was sighing at their uniform movements and powerful legs. I saw that life can be so magnificent!
And I, along with the youthful steps of senior one, have also entered the journey of military training!
Practice military posture and adjust military ability.
I have admired soldiers since I was a child, this resounding title, this lofty cause, the iron discipline in the military camp, and of course the straightness that overflowed from the soldiers. I heard that military training needs to practice military posture first, so I'm curious, obey the instructor's orders, obey the command and study happily.
Layers of clouds in the sky blocked the arrogance of the sun in the past, and the wind brushed our young faces. Look! On the playground, the students stood motionless, with their heads straight, their eyes straight, their chests high and their bellies closed, and their hands close to the seams of their pants. I …
Suddenly, a bug flew to my arm. It shakes its little body happily, which makes me itch. It slowly climbed up my arm and almost got into the cuff. I peeked at the instructor carefully and saw him staring at the patrol. If he is caught, it will affect the whole class. He is practicing military posture just to improve his military image! Let's put up with it. A little tolerance leads to great mischief! So I looked at the little bug again. It seems to be cheering for the upcoming victory on the other side and showing off to me from time to time. I resisted the uncomfortable feeling of itching and pain, gave it a hard stare and thought angrily: If I caught you on weekdays, I would have chopped you to pieces, but now it is military training, you are so cruel! I stared at it helplessly, took a breath and tried to drive it away. Don't look small, your strength is not small. You stick to me. Just when I couldn't stand the itch, a loud shout came: "Stop and have a rest!" " "The words sound just fell, I secretly pleased, too late to wipe the sweat, took a picture of the bug ... a sigh of relief.
The breeze blows gently, and the process of practicing military posture just now is really hard to persist, and the unbearable helplessness is really unbearable.
However, this bug unexpectedly put me through a severe test!
Three steps, four turns.
There is still a trace of purples in the east, and we have stood on the training ground with the instructors. Today's task is to review in three steps.
The sun broke free from the shackles of clouds, walked leisurely in it, hung proudly in the sky and admired us proudly. The diabolical sunshine shines on our faces and bodies, as if laughing at our snake-shaped team ... we are just worried.
There was a fire overhead, my feet were scorched, and the turbid air almost suffocated me. Repeated swinging and kicking makes me a little tired and top-heavy. One day's exposure made us all "African immigrants". I can see that the students are sweating and complaining, but there are always some episodes that show-
When marching in a hurry, it was obvious that the left leg and the right hand were taken at the same time, but several students had to do the opposite. Right hand stretched out, right leg trampled, wobbling like a cute apple bear. The embarrassing action made everyone laugh.
It turns out. There is joy in suffering!
Playing military songs, * * * is happy.
Military training lasts only four days, so the days with instructors are even more precious. When we have a rest, there will be powerful military songs on the playground, which is exciting. ...
"The cold wind is fluttering leaves, the troops are green flowers, dear comrades, don't miss home, don't miss your mother", which is the miss of the soldiers; "Leave the moon overhead, love the world, walk as a soldier and listen to the call at any time", which is the duty of soldiers; "Since I am a soldier, I know my responsibility is great. If you don't shoot, I won't shoot. Who will defend the motherland and who will defend the family? " This is the voice of a soldier.
Melodious tunes reflect the road to the barracks. I don't know how many years of bitterness have brought today's fragrance to instructors! Life in the military camp is hard, but it must be wonderful. Listen! The students are singing again: "Your song is good. Do you want one? Ha ha! 12345, we waited so hard ... "Humorous jingles echoed on the playground for a long time. ...
Never forget the joys and sorrows.
Military training is coming to an end. I believe that the hardships in this training will be wonderful and unforgettable with the pleasure of rest. Although the time spent with my tutor is short, it will definitely become a photo of the years and remain in my memory forever.
The hazy moon, a few tired stars.
The sky is sleeping. And I-experienced military training for the first time, curious, excited, tired and happy. When I walk through the youth of my life, the impression of this military training-having fun in hardships, will leave a deep shadow in my heart, which will benefit me a lot and remind me of my life!