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July in Jinchang-Life of a Soldier
March 10, 2004 Wednesday, Cloudy
The train was leaving! For the people I love and the people who love me deeply, I will persevere.
At about 11 o'clock last night, my comrades and I were once again far away from the hot land-Hetian. My dear comrades and the company branch have given me a new mission, and a new destiny is beckoning to us.
Sometimes I feel as if my consciousness has really improved. In the face of the sandstorm, Xinjiang gradually blurred in my vision. I actually had a feeling of "a strong man will never return". However, at this moment, no one sent me a cup of fragrant wine to bid farewell to me.
Life sometimes lacked the kind of agility that people yearned for, but there was never a lack of opportunities. I won't wander at the crossroads of life again. I really can't find a reason to cry. My mood is like a speeding train. Where will it fly to? Is it the heaven of my dreams, or is it hell?
I was still writing aimlessly in my diary, trying to sort out my chaotic thoughts.
I was hungry just now, so I went around the train looking for water to make instant noodles. On the way back after filling the kettle, I found a figure that made my heart flutter. I was very surprised and felt that it was unbelievable. The world had really become smaller. Could it be her? My thoughts began to slow down. She was a sore spot in my heart that I could never erase. My courage was encouraging me. I wanted to investigate something. I carefully looked at her back and stood there blankly, looking at this girl with deep affection, hoping that she would turn around and let me see through her inner world. I was quietly waiting for that moment to come. She finally turned her noble head slowly, as if she also had a premonition that there was a pair of eyes behind her looking forward to it. The eyes on her nose broke all myths. My heart was broken, indeed shattered by reality. God, is my heart captured by so-and-so? My faith has been shaken many times, and my concept of love has been revised again and again. It's like she's the goddess in my dream.
From Hetian to Jinchang City in Gansu Province, I passed through the desert road, arrived in Kashi, and then took the train to Urumchi. This was my first time arriving at the pearl of Xinjiang. It is said that beautiful girls run all over the streets in Xinjiang. It is enough to see that there are many beautiful women. I have transferred to Jinchang. A new life has begun. What kind of attitude will I use to invest in my new life?
The new army is far from what I imagined. The food was horrible to look at. Eating was like fighting for food. Was this the legendary competition? As soon as the food was served, we started to massacre the food like hungry wolves. The demeanor of a soldier was completely lost at this moment. The squad leader's surname was Qi. From his words, we felt that this was not an old company. The squad leader was the squad leader, always high and mighty. His orders were the imperial edict, and there was no room for doubt. Any inappropriate words could pay a heavy price. The great idea of a green military camp that I had constructed in my mind was now a bubble.
March 21, 2004, Sunday, light rain
Tonight was the vernal equinox, and the weather was not very good. It was drizzling outside the window. The heavens seemed to be very depressed and gloomy. Could it be that he was also waiting for the arrival of the storm? The whole world seemed to be about to collapse. I had a vague feeling that something bad was about to happen. Perhaps everything is destined to happen. None of us can escape. We can only face it with courage. Squad Leader Qi smoked one cigarette after another. He was also brewing, pretending to be nonchalant. I could already smell the cheerful cries of the petrels in the air before the storm.
I'm waiting, waiting for that moment to come. I know something big is going to happen today. Time flew by and I couldn't accurately express my feelings. At this moment, I want to do something, such as writing a letter to so-and-so. I wanted to tell her that I couldn't do anything but wait and wait.
I know I'm in a very dangerous situation now. I had to work hard to get into his good books. This is my dream. I really want to be welcomed by him. He didn't give me too many chances. We are fair. If I prove myself by being lazy, then he will not like me in the end. Reality had already hit me hard. I even felt that he was a cold-blooded animal. But I must accept him. I tried my best to exercise. They had a big fight this morning. I saw that the class monitor had already put on his triangular hair.
Some people are afraid to wait for this moment to come. I know the class monitor doesn't want to wait any longer. He has already finished his cigarette. The recruit is here, that poor child, he has been punished. I pretended to be careful, otherwise I would also suffer.
That was how I learned how the new class monitor handled things. Just like that, my life began to take a proper path.
From then on, our life as a student soldier naturally took shape. Most of the time every day was like school, and we carried a bag every morning. It was distributed by the army, just like a briefcase carried by a local cadre. Inside were mainly military notebooks and an armor theory book. However, this was just the beginning. Later on, when we got familiar with the class monitor, there were more things inside. There were martial arts novels, strange novels, and pure literature books. Some of our comrades even put all kinds of food inside. It was very suspicious of rejuvenation, so the atmosphere in the classroom became lively. In a serious place like the army, where knowledge was being taught, some of his comrades were reading novels and listening to them with great interest. Some were listening and eating with great interest.
Gradually, I understood what it meant to be a soldier. According to our comrades here, there was a price for the old company to send us to Gansu to study. The old company paid 70,000 yuan to the army, so we were sold without knowing it. The seven months were different from the other comrades. The second characteristic of the soldier's life was to be a second recruit. One-third of the time was spent on theoretical study in the classroom, one-third of the time was spent on real car training, and one-third of the time was spent on labor. I find it strange that there is always endless work in this army. Although it is a wise saying that labor is the most glorious thing, we are the soldiers of the new era of the Republic. Our main task is to prepare every day. During normal times, we will do well in combat readiness training. Only then will we have more confidence in fighting in wartime. It's a pity that this unit is a logistics unit. Other than doing a good job in logistics, we can't count on them to fight in the war. The things that charge into the enemy's formation are still done by our field troops. Since the day I became a soldier trainee, we have been persisting. From the initial confusion to the gradual adaptation, we finally established a great friendship through labor.
I've already started describing my life as a soldier.
I've already seen our Squad Leader Qi's methods. He warned and punished those who didn't follow the rules and acted recklessly. In fact, this was just one side of his personality. He was stubborn, unless you could convince him with very convincing actions. He was already used to using his own methods to deal with all kinds of things. In most cases I thought he was right, though not perfectly.
At the beginning of the school term, we cleaned up the area around the new teaching building. We artificially flattened the ground and planted trees on the north side of the teaching building. Seven months later, when we walked into this not-so-lush poplar forest, we were really proud of it. On October 20, 2005, when several of the soldiers in my platoon returned from their studies, I was very pleased to hear that the place was already flourishing.
Every labor meant a new life experience, which meant that our comrade-in-arms relationship deepened. Squad Leader Qi's character was flawed, but he liked comrades who had the spirit of hard work. Those who were cunning and unambitious seemed to be unpopular in any corner of the world. His ignorance, pity, and lack of care for himself made it impossible for his personality to hide. In the eyes of Squad Leader Qi, the quality of a job was an important criterion for whether one was active or not. The first labor was fixed, and it remained the same until the end of the seven months of military life. Xiao Hei, Zhang Zhentuo, Li Zhiwei, Bai Tao, and Li Xiaochen were praised by Squad Leader Qi for their high labor efficiency. My low efficiency but perseverance did move him. This laid the foundation for Xiao Hei and I to become the most trusted people of Squad Leader Qi. Therefore, it was not surprising for modern youths to talk about first impressions and love at first sight.
I said that the military-civilian relationship in Jinchang was really good. Perhaps the old company I was in had rampant terrorists, so it was naturally difficult to have a good relationship with the Uighurs. In fact, the military-civilian relationship in Hetian should be praiseworthy. Unfortunately, some terrorists with bad intentions deliberately created trouble, so the army was often sent to quell the chaos. Therefore, the respected Uighurs looked at the soldiers with a strange gaze and dared not compliment them. It was also the military and civilian affairs of Jinchang Hexi Town! On March 18th, the sandstorm was very strong. He had always heard that the sandstorm in Beijing was very strong. When he got up in the morning, his face was covered in dust. Now that he came to the northwest, he realized that the sandstorm in Beijing was drizzling. The scenery was spectacular. In just a short while, the wind blew and dust flew. The blue sky was already covered by yellow soil, and breathing was starting to be affected. However, in order to complete the mission given by my superiors, for the sake of the military and the people, for the sake of walking out of the high wall (Actually, the wall wasn't very high, less than two meters. There were often some daring comrades who climbed over the wall and went to Java to be free. I didn't want to sacrifice my life as a price. I didn't want to joke about my future) to take a breather. All of us were full of fighting spirit. We carried shovels and marched towards the target at a neat pace. This is the first time I've ever been in a place where the army supports construction. All the officers and soldiers of the brigade were dispatched to build a nearly one-kilometer-long canal for the local people to solve the local watering problem. The labor scene was spectacular, and the fish and water situation of the army and the people could be seen.
In fact, most of the time, I relied on extensive knowledge to maintain my brain. This didn't solve the problem at all, and it was really difficult to express my true feelings at that time. However, it was comforting that many things left traces. I wrote a diary and wrote down my experiences, which greatly filled up the gaps in my memory.
March 22, 2004, Monday, shower
It rained for the entire night. I felt a little sleepy when my beloved comrade woke me up. I opened my eyes and quickly put on my clothes. This is my first time standing guard as a soldier. Perhaps I will remember this long night clearly for the rest of my life.
The rain gradually began to fall. Suddenly I thought of my dear little girl-beautiful girl. I don't know why I always miss her so much. She was the first shadow left in my heart. I still miss her, why? I think maybe I care too much about her. But it's true. I hope she has a better tomorrow because she used to work so hard. She used to be a weak girl with a little sadness. This society might hurt her deeply. Happiness, smiles and joy will always surround her, I hope.
My dearest friend, my dear Almighty God. I think he can satisfy me. It was too quiet. I can feel the sweet wind blowing. I heard a rat gnawing on something. Were they really hungry? They were the elves of the night. They were forever accompanied by moonlight and night. I'm going to write an article called I'm a Soldier Student. I've been preparing for many days, but I still can't write a single word. I want to describe my life in my own way. I knew that I had very little experience and that my pen was out of water.
Time was still passing, but there was nothing I could do. I will try my best to think about the two questions, My Eleventh Brother Studying Soldiers and Who Steals the Monitor's Phone. They are too difficult and I am a little confused. I hope I can finish them this week. I had to stop because I had been standing for four hours. I found that a new day had arrived.
This was my first night sentry. I stood for four hours, looking at the stars in the sky. I couldn't help but think of a myriad of things. So in the middle of the night, I wrote the words on it and called her name in the middle of the night.
March 23, 2004 TuesdayFine
I began to sort out some familiar poems. Some were from my friends, some were from my classmates, and some were from myself.
life
The dark night is like fog, unable to wrap up the crazy will
The dark night is like a plate, crushing the hope of flying
Draw a sharp blade to cut the moonlit night
Revealing a smile to give the day
Written in May 2001
episode
Time is like a white-bearded father-in-law
Waiting for the rose-colored sword to cut down
long history
The river of emotions has already overflowed the grave
In the eyes of old friends
old castle
Is the fairy tale still the same?
In February, whose dreams are hidden
Climbing on the wings of an angel and flying
In 2001, I cooperated with my classmates.
One of the dog legends
Time is like a cloud that cuts down emotions
Floating to the crossroads to wait
The lights are waning, the lost dog
no exit
Is the fairytale at midnight still the same?
old castle
Sleeping beauty is quietly waiting
The wind chimes ring for a thousand years
Dogs don't want to continue wandering
I made a wish in front of a shooting star
Pushing open that mysterious door
The knot of a thousand years
mengyuan
(Unveiling the mysterious black veil, is this world really boring?）
March 30, 2004 TuesdayFine
Ifeelthatthetimeflies!IfeelthatIhavenothingtodo.IknowIstillhaven'tforgottensomeone.Iknowthatloveisn'tdiedinmyheart.IknowthatIwanttomeether.IhadthoughtthatifIleftherIwouldforgeteverything.ButnowIknowIcan't.IapologizethatIcouldn'tdo.IpardonIhavenottried.Ihavemissedlotsofopportunity.NowIhavesometimetowait,waitforastranger,towaitforanextradream,towaitfortoomuchmaterialthatIhavelost.
Thelostisgivingupthereality.Givinginthetruthmeansescapingdifficulty.Pleaseforgetthewords“IfyoumisstheSun,youmuststudyhowtolovetheMoon.Ifyoumissthem,youwillholdthestar.”Ithinkifyoucreditit,youwilllosethewholeworld.Soeverypersonlovesnow.IhavetofeelalittlepitythatIremaintodomorethingsthatfillswithmysoftbrain.SoIwillgaintwofortunate.IfindthatmyEnglishisverypoor.IamafraidthatIwillforgetallwordsthatIhavestudied.Ididastupidthingthisafternoon.Itsetagoodexamplehowtodealwithamadman.Imustconstantlyconsidertheresult.
WhenIwanttodosomethingfirst,oritwillinfluencemyfuture.Ifyoumakealittlemistaketoday,youwillburyyourfuturetomorrow.Ihavemanysimilarexperiencesbefore.Idon'thopethatthehistoryrepeats.Iwishthetimecanhealallwounds.
April 4, 2004 Sunday Fine
Today was a clear day. It rained heavily during the Qingming Festival. The weather was unpredictable. April 1st was April Fool's Day. The wind and rain were mixed, and the weather was cold. Today, the sun was shining brightly and the flowers were blooming in the spring. It was a day off, but unfortunately, he could not relax. Instead, he was extremely busy. Recently, I have been cleaning all day long. My internal affairs are very ordinary, so I have to put in more effort than others. Digging holes to plant trees, digging canals to water trees, the predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade, leaving a green shade for the latecomers and a cool and refreshing world. Life was silently repeating the same melody. Some things, once lost, would never return. Life has opened its arms to welcome us, and it has given me great courage.
When I came back this morning, I found that the peach blossoms in the camp area were blooming brilliantly, and the willows were also turning green. At this time when everything was recovering, I welcomed the arrival of spring in a foreign land.
Just now, we had a so-called collective book donation activity, which seemed to be about the construction of a library. From then on, it seemed that we could find a reason to borrow books. Books could not be read unless they were borrowed. This kind of happiness was beyond words.
April 6, 2004 TuesdaySnowytofine
The Qingming Festival had just passed, and Heaven Duke actually squandered a rain. I suddenly remembered that very familiar poem," It rains in the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Where can I find a tavern? The Shepherd Boy pointed to Apricot Blossom Village." Was this the tears of a lover, or the tears of a lover's longing, or the joy of victory after many failures? Passionate rain, lovely rain, helpless rain, the earth has woken up from its slumber. After the revival of all things, it ushered in the spring of life. Peach blossoms fell one after another. How much melancholy, how much sorrow, the willows became greener, I want to embrace the whole spring. This is the best time to plant trees. My comrades and I have truly tasted the taste of war in this season.
It was a pleasant surprise to see snow fall in spring. The snow was falling, and soon the whole world would be white. I wanted to embrace the silver world.
Just after lunch, the respected squad leader led the whole class to the shelter forest three kilometers away from the camp to cut branches (cultivate saplings). The snow was still light when we went, so we all ran to the shelter forest with high morale. We leisurely plucked the branches, it was really an easy job. When the branches piled up, we felt the seriousness of the problem. How could we transport so many branches back? At this time, the heavens were not happy either. He was like a furious storm, and the wind blew violently. Snow fell from the sky. I once wanted to write a poem praising the snow, but now even the elegant mood of taking a walk in the snow was lost. The snowflakes seemed to want to swallow the whole world and drown our will. The snow continued to fall, but we were soldiers. Rather than waiting to die, it was better to give it a go. How to transport these branches away was the most urgent matter. We thought of the most primitive method-carry them (using backpack ropes to tie the branches) and return on foot. We were divided into eight groups of sixteen people, and two people took turns carrying them.
The snow was getting heavier, as if it wanted to go against us. However, I observed the reactions of my comrades. They were all high-spirited and optimistic. We were determined to walk out of this vast snow and walk out of the low point of our lives. We faced the blizzard and sang " We Are Soldiers " and " Unity Is Strength." At that moment, my view of some of my comrades changed. Those young men who I once thought were weak showed unprecedented optimism at this moment. I felt that this group was indestructible. My comrades and I became mature at this moment.
In the end, our sincerity touched the heavens. On the way, we met a fellow villager. He drove all the branches to the camp area, so we were liberated. Once again, we witnessed the fish and water situation of the army and the people in Jinchang. Thank you, fellow villager.
Siyuanren
Peach and plum blossoms are fragrant, and spring is thick. I miss my old friend for thousands of miles
White clouds float, wild geese make no sound
When will we meet again?
How can I be free without wine?
Who does my love need to understand?
Think carefully, forget your voice and smile
Written on April 8, 2004, I miss her in my dreams
April 10, 2004 Saturday Fine
Life passed silently. Yesterday, it was my turn to be on duty. I really felt different. Just like what Squad Leader Qi said, being on sentry duty is a soldier's duty. It can also be considered as contributing to the country's obscurity. I really couldn't find the feeling for the first hour. Every day felt like a year. I counted on my fingers and every second was crawling like a snail. Later, I really couldn't stand the cold of standing. When my comrades were resting, I took the opportunity to train in formation and make up lessons for myself. The time was up in the blink of an eye. This is the charm of the theory of relativity! Albert Einstein once said that you can't sit on a hot stove for a second, but you can talk to a beautiful girl for three hours.
Today, everyone was half-resting. However, I was assigned to help with the kitchen. In the old company, I usually only helped with the kitchen during the May Day, the National Day and the Spring Festival. However, here, I took turns to help with the kitchen. Because the cooks were hired by the locals, there was naturally not enough manpower. Therefore, the soldier naturally played this role. I wasn't interested in this, although I knew it was a good job and I could get some benefits by the way, such as eating a pig leg or chicken leg. However, I was helpless today. There was actually no so-called small stove or delicious food.
The night might be an unexpected harvest. Our respected Squad Leader Qi is actually enjoying himself with us and eating sheep's hooves. I had seen that thing before. I once boasted that it was not a problem for me to eat ten of them. However, after eating four of them and a bottle of blue ribbon beer, I actually felt that my mouth was very greasy and my head was hot. A true man does not talk about his past bravery. He could not hold his liquor. There was no other way. This was life. It was really interesting. Drinking beer and eating sheep's hooves for the first time should have been written down in great detail. It was really a sigh of exhaustion. The lack of knowledge, the powerlessness of words, the lack of ink in the chest, and the strong worry. I seemed to have been on the verge of collapse for a long time. A glass of beer could solve all kinds of worries. Only Du Kang could solve my worries. The moon is bright and the stars are sparse tonight. Tomorrow will be a good day. I will not hesitate anymore. I believe in my ability. CunninggirlIwillmissyouforlong.WhencouldImeetyouagain? Ipreyforyou.Myknow-allGod,pleasegivememoreopportunity.Iwillsticktolast.IhopethatIwillbethelastwinner.
It's better to write poems than to cut people with a sword.
April 18, 2004 Sunday Fine
Today is a special day because tomorrow is my birthday. I have to admit that history will repeat itself. Some people say that time can heal all wounds. When you're idle, trauma will hurt you again. Life is full of sunshine, but we can't see hope. Therefore, everyone could only realize their value through hard work. Psychologists say that you can't enjoy happiness without trauma. Failure is the ladder to success, so we have to seize the present. I looked up at the sky. The stars were blinking. Perhaps I was thinking too much. When a new day comes, we welcome the footsteps of spring.
My twenty-third birthday came as late as a shy, bright-eyed girl who had lost her dream. I like this season not only because all the plants have turned green. I deeply understand that when I want to forget someone, many people are in love this season. She surrounded me like a ghost. My respected comrades have already prepared a simple birthday party for me, which I'm a little surprised about. At this moment, I feel like a king. Happiness floated in the world. My class monitor gave me a watch, another comrade gave me an exquisite pen, and another comrade gave me a book, Gains and Losses. I feel that I am the happiest person in the world. I thank them, and I will remember this day.
Forgetting was a very strange thing. Everyone was trying to prove the truth, but who could find the final answer? When he was about to die, he sighed," The greatest meaning of life is the process of living." I clearly heard the wind answer this question.
Manydayhavepassed!IhavestudiedthissubjectZPT90LngCasemate.Lifeislikeflowingriver.WhenIknewit,Ithoughtitwasabitdifficult.Itwasrelationwithmyrecovery.Itlosttoofast.Ican'tseetheposition.Eveninmysight,itislikedarknight.IhopeIbecomeacocktoringdawn.
Thetimechangesmymind.Ithinkthissubjectistooeasyforme.Itfitsmetoresearch.AlthoughwhenIdidexperimentbefore,Iconsideritwastedlotsofworthytime.IknowImustholdeverysecond.Ihavetopickupmemorybythesparetime.Iadmitthatifyoustudymore,youwillfeelmoreuseful.Thelanguageisnotlimited.Youdon'tfeelblamedforknowingtoomuchlanguage,becauseIoftenfeelthatIamfree.IfeelIhavenothingtodo.WhatshallIdo?RecitetextoodifficultunlessIammad.
Ihavetoburnsunshineagain,orImisstheolddays.Itdisturbedmythought.Itinfluencesmyquietsoul.Ihadtomisssomebody.IfImissherthatisamistake,Iwillmakemistakesagainandagain.Mydeargirl,IamafraidthatIamabletoloveyoubutnotime.Youappearinmydreamandhurtmyordinarylife.Thereisnodistant,however,IamintheXinjiangprovince,butyoustudyinmyhomeland,afraidthatIwillnotseeyouoneday.Ifyouarehurtbysomeone,thehappybabywillgobehindyoueverymoment.Inyoursoulandworldthereisnodark,thereisnosorrowandthereisnoruined.Youwillbeobservedforyourloveeyesandattractedcharacter.Youarepopularwithyourfriends,however,youarehappyangel.Youarehappysign.Youareabeautifulviewthatnooneseesthelastresult.Idon'tdaresaythatyoubelongtothespring.Yousaythatyoulikethespringbecausewecanseemorebeautifulflowersandlotsofgrassinthisseason.Youcanbreathemorefreshair.IfeelapitythatbecauseIlikewinter.Wemustloveeachother.Peoplesaythatthewinteriscoming,springisnotfar.Butitisourresults.
(Gradually, my relationship with the class monitor improved. My life became more relaxed and I became more relaxed towards myself. Is the student soldier really like a student?）
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