I've thought about it many times.
I want to celebrate my mother's birthday.
I can cook a dish for my mother myself.
You can touch her face with gray temples.
Do filial piety.
It's another May Day holiday.
You see
Festival night sky
Brilliant fireworks
We fire officers and soldiers.
Stick to holiday posts
I can only silently entrust my wish to the flashing street lamp.
May they bring peace and wishes to thousands of lamps.
In the era of peace and development
Maybe there is only heavy responsibility and belief.
In order to make the weak shoulders strong.
Festival night sky
There is the sweetness of festivals everywhere.
Follow the footsteps of spring spreading all the way.
Time has become less important.
I only hope that winter will go and spring will come, and flowers will bloom and fall.
Let smiles spread all over the seasons.
May this complex world
You can have peace every night.
On the Military Life in Time flies.
The waves and silver sand swallowed up the afterglow of the sunset, and the fiery sunset reluctantly put away the last ray of light and disappeared into the deep blue sea. The night gradually closed, leaving only bright stars shining on the curtains. My fingers lightly crossed the beach, and the waves were seamless. Time, in this way, slowly and silently passed through my fingers. I am in the wheel of flying, like the cycle of life, which reminds me of that ignorant boy. The ghosting appeared in front of my eyes, like a frivolous but deep dance music, which kept repeating for the touching strings.
The lush years remind me of incomparable nostalgia. In the barracks, time seems to be fleeting. I look back and look forward to the past days, with bitterness and bitterness; There is also sweetness and happiness. The years I have passed are like a slowly flowing song. There is a climax in the middle, but the rest is not the ending. Although it is still, there seems to be something left in this song that I haven't heard before. ...
In the long military journey, when we recall the past again on a quiet night, we will always be shocked and moved by those distant years that seem to be within reach. The light song of gliding is full of charm. At that time, we will find that the once indifferent military years have written our lives.