The morning wind blew away the clouds, and the yolk-like sun exposed my face. When the instructor shouted the password of "adjusting the military posture", I habitually stared at the two trees in front of me. The so-called "standing like a pine", we seem to compare with these trees stretching their branches and leaves in the morning breeze. One day's training began in the bean-sized sweat on one side of my forehead, and the classmates next to me imagined an "iced watermelon rain", which was expected to quench my thirst in ancient times. Now it's interesting that we quench our thirst by the sweet juice of imaginary watermelon. Although the training is very tiring, when we greet the dawn with neat steps, we feel that everything is beautiful and full, and we are integrated into a proud, confident and hopeful group.

As a small program for afternoon training, the instructor showed us several fighting postures, all of which showed a cool heroic attitude between lying down and walking together. The person who enters my eyes is naturally a smooth and crisp action, but who knows how many scorching sun fires and sweats have flowed behind this action? This is the true style of a soldier, not only a simple and powerful posture, but also a shocking courage and perseverance behind it. Stand like a pine, walk like the wind, defend the country, and do not regret your blood and youth.

The evening breeze blows willows on the shore, and clouds cover the sunset. When I came back to my dormitory after a day's trip, apart from the bitterness at my feet, I was filled with laughter and laughter in twos and threes, and there were tender and stubborn faces. After suffering, we know the sweetness, and in sweat, we know the beauty of the power of youth.

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Dear Minhang:

Hello! I still remember when we saw the weather forecast five days ago, we sincerely appreciated your thoughtfulness-a fresh little Mao Mao rain with a sour thunderstorm and an occasional little sun as a relief, which was perfect.

But in the next few days, you broke your word. You put away your agreed sad face, smiled like a flower in the August sun, and quietly watched us sweat. Military training students look up at the sky at an angle of 45 degrees every day. After seeing the blue sky and the bright sunshine, they were speechless-alas, Minhang, do you still remember the vows of eternal love?

Yesterday was yesterday. When I was walking on the road at noon, I only heard a click and obviously felt the wetness of the tip of my nose. "Is that you, Minhang? Have you finally remembered us at No.500 Dongchuan Road? " You may or may not. After a long and heartbreaking silence, you continue to smile, beautiful, brilliant and sad. But I brought an umbrella with great expectation. What if you want to surprise me? However, you left all the hysterical growls and sad faces at six o'clock, neither too early nor too late, and you didn't even want to make do for half an hour. In this case, let it rain and spread your sorrow to this morning.

When the first ray of sunshine penetrates my sleepy eyes, Minhang, I know you have packed your makeup and are all smiles. I think the sky must be blue, the instructor's posture must be tall and straight, there must be sweet popsicles and mung bean soup during the break, and the students must be full of energy, as before.

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In the Tang Dynasty, there was a poem, "Meet a bosom friend after a long drought, meet an old friend in another country, spend the night in the bridal chamber, and stay in the first place", which described the four great pleasures of life. When we are in military training, we may have the same feelings as the ancients in the farming era thousands of years ago.

The military training has been over half, and students are absent from class one after another, but Sun is never absent; Finally, on the fifth day, with the joint efforts of all of us, we worship Jam Hsiao, and we look forward to the heavy rain we are longing for.

But as someone once said, if something happens at an inappropriate time, it is possible to turn joy into sorrow. It rained, but it stopped just when we started military training, without a minute. The sunny day after the rain is more sultry than usual. However, the inspection is imminent. The obvious increase in training intensity seems to make everyone a little depressed. After several marches, they could not be unified, and everyone was exhausted. The depressed mood finally broke out. At first, the bicker talked and talked, and finally it turned into a dispute. Of course, in the end, we found that what we thought was an abnormal pace was actually deliberately considered by the instructor in order to make us walk neatly.

This can be regarded as an episode of almost continuous training life in the past five days, but I prefer to call it running-in. Everyone will have differences and misunderstandings for various reasons after meeting and getting familiar with each other, not to mention a huge group of 200 people like us. I think friction is not terrible, just like the problem of stepping forward. In fact, we have been troubled by irregular problems for a long time, but today we have talked things over, solved the problems more simply than we thought, and found the sincerity of mutual understanding and understanding. These are called running-in.

It's not just a uniform team that is called elegance. In this process, the running-in between collectives and between people is more glamorous because of reality. Classmates are lovely people, and tutors are lovely people. It is also our meaning to run in with each other during military training.