I have fantasized about wearing a military uniform a thousand times and ten thousand times;
There have been 1000 and 10 thousand military training pictures in my mind;
Now all dreams are woven into realistic gauze, close to me and measure me;
Now all doubts are intertwined into a whip of reality, testing me and training me. Military training is no joke.
If I had flying youth before military training, now I have gained firmness and persistence.
If I was a green spring fruit before military training, now I am an autumn fruit after the wind and rain;
If I was a lilac in the greenhouse before military training, now I am a sunflower bathed in the scorching sun.
Military training has honed me.
A military training sublimated my life to another realm, that is, a life far from fear and pain and not afraid of wind and rain;
A military training reminded me of the fall of the Berlin Wall, which refused sunshine, and ushered in light and expectation;
A military training made me throw away the burden of thought and bravely welcome a new life.
Military training has changed me.
From a child who can only play marbles to a sensible adult, the mature process is long and short, but I have experienced military training, which is so precious that moving notes fly from my flute of hope, adding a gorgeous rainbow to my growth path. I don't expect to achieve anything because of a military training, but at least I know that dripping water can really have another kind of beauty, and let me know that it takes time to ride the wind and waves, as long as I know how to persist and endure.
The military camp is full of green flowers, hard and enthusiastic, blending with thousands of voices and attitudes, and finally turning into a "one two one" pace.
Military training is only once, but it will always be in my mind. Military training, such a hard process, is such a beautiful process.