Today is no exception. It's just that it seems colder. Thick black clouds, like drops of ink, hung low above the head, like a pile of thick wool covering the whole city. Standing under the city wall, looking up, I can't see a blue sky. Beyond the Great Wall, even the clouds reflect the luster of weapons and have an iron texture. Dark clouds like mountains oppress this lonely and deep city. Compared with it, the wall made of hard masonry looks as fragile as paper.
How many wars have taken place in this weather, and how many comrades' blood has condensed in the dark clouds? Enemy attacks are so common that ordinary soldiers simply can't count how many times they have happened. Soldiers' battle suits and generals' armor are soaked in blood again and again, belonging to the enemy, to themselves and to their comrades. The gloomy clouds also reflect the lotus flower, recording the cruelty of the war here.
The drums sounded and the city gate was wide open. Dark clouds seem to have a chance to squeeze into the city gate. But the light of gold and iron penetrated it and made it shrink back.
It is a soldier's weapon. The swords and guns honed hard every day make these weapons as bright as new. Once soaked in the blood of the enemy, weapons are as domineering as soldiers who have experienced the battlefield. The neat team walked out of the door, and there was no sound in the silence, only the occasional sound of gold and iron.
The sun shone on the bright sword and gun through the cracks in the dark clouds, with a golden luster. The neatly arranged weapons look like the golden scales of dragons from a distance. They are colorful and radiant, and confront the dark clouds without fear.
This is also like a soldier's feelings. No matter what kind of aggression and invasion, no matter what kind of enemy siege, we all have a blade-like will: in order to defend our country and compatriots, my weapons and spirit will always remain strong!
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