In a few square meters of space, more than 6 people are crowded here next to each other. The completely unfamiliar environment makes me feel a little scared, and I can't help but comfort myself: "Don't be afraid, this is where you will live for the next three years."
As I thought at first, military training has gradually made us children of the same age get acquainted. The time is so kind and terrible. In just a few days, we completely strangers have become friends who talk about everything. Now think about it, the corners of our mouths will rise.
The next series of things are reasonable, such as shifting positions and ranking. In this way, in a new school year, you have come into my world and become an inseparable part of my life.
With the time, we have gathered into a family. His' name is Class 18, and we, the closest brothers and sisters, are our home.
The frustrations and difficulties that keep appearing on the road of growth are all made simple and pleasant by your company. For two years, we cried and laughed together. Military training drills, poetry readings, awards, and memories-these bits and pieces converge into the warmest existence on my youth road.
Two years is a long time, and I can't count the long memories. Two years is very short, and the patchwork of potholes and different shades of footprints constitutes this warm two years.
The wind blows away the sand, but it blows uneven the engraved stones; Time has taken away our youth, but it can't take away our full memories. One day, I will quietly lean on the head of the bed, with the bright and warm sun on my pillow, to recall the story of my youth. At that time, my mouth will be upturned and I will gently say-it's good to have you.