We always grow up slowly without knowing it. The hearts of childhood have always left beautiful memories and impressions in our hearts.
We would always wander around a certain intersection and window inadvertently, and some things would make us remember him (her) for a lifetime.
Perhaps a smile from her, a casual pulse, the past, the past, the forever, the present…
It was all in the past. The calendar turned page after page. The feelings of the past were difficult to describe. Now, they no longer existed. They had long become a pile of yellow soil that covered the memories.
"The friendship between classmates, love, and comradeship that I once had is now long gone."
If you don't start your life over again, your heart will be tired. It's best to experience love once, but if you experience too much,
They would become apathetic, and over time, they would stop loving. They would marry someone they didn't love and have children.
Then, they would live like this for the rest of their lives, until their hair turned white, until they grew old together, love, and friendship as classmates.
It seemed like they had lost their comradeship, but I got everything. Why?
I've been through all this before I became sensible and grew up. When we inadvertently think of some past events,
A small action, the most beautiful thing, the deepest memory in his heart, etc.
Will we remember that we were once brothers, comrades in arms, trained together, scolded by the squad leader together?
The playground we ran together, will we remember that we were comrades in arms, brothers,
Would you remember the many times when we had to practice for the first time, the first time we fired a gun, the first time the whole class had to be trained together because of a bad move?
Finally, it was time for dinner. For the first time, he was called by the class monitor to be trained because he was slow to assemble.
The first time he ran, his feet hurt and he had to continue running. The first time he couldn't eat because he was training under the sun. The first time he was covered with a blanket by the squad leader in the army.
When the class monitor saw that he couldn't eat, his heart ached. At night, he secretly went to buy bread for us to eat. Many, many first times, many, many.
"Because of this, we swore under the military flag that we were special soldiers. We were special for a day, and we were special for life. We also said that we would leave the last drop of blood for the motherland."
He took the last bullet for the people and said that he would live and die together and never give up because we were comrades.
We are brothers, we are soldiers. We obey the orders of the higher-ups.
"Our former comrades-in-arms will be even deeper, because we are brothers, forever brothers, forever, because we were once soldiers, so we are now, and will be in the future..."
In the future, forever and ever, no matter how many years after we leave the army,
My comrade-in-arms, my squad leader, my company, my comrade-in-arms, if we meet again many years later,
Will you remember me, will you remember many years ago, under the same blue sky and white clouds,
Training together, living and dying together, swearing that we will always be brothers.
Do you remember our friendship as classmates, the times we slept together, the times we played together, the times we spent together?
"Classmates, do you still remember? Back then, because of a misunderstanding, you didn't speak for a few weeks. Back then, we had a fight. Do you still find it funny now?"
The memories of the youth we spent together, growing up unconsciously,
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