The residual curtain on the moon is mottled and the shadow falls on the small table. A few inches apart is hard to see, and the past endings are all of our own making.
Maybe when the tears run dry, we will realize what is strength, what is blood and what is hard work.
Four days is not a long time, but it seems like four months to me.
In the morning, we stood in a military posture on the playground, and the official competition was about to begin. The instructor paced back and forth in our team with great anxiety. He is afraid that we will forget any action and that any one of us will collapse without ranking.
I have to say that the relationship between the tutor and us seems to be not a teacher-student relationship, but a group of close brothers. He seems to be our big brother.
When my brother makes a mistake, it is this brother that comes to mind at the first time, and then my brother can always settle any mess for us.
We always think that we can rely on him for everything, just like children.
The school asked me to write a military training speech, but I don't know why. I always want to describe everything contained in the instructor bit by bit. Although I know this is a bit off topic, I still insist on writing.