On a yellow junior high school graduation photo, in the last row, there was a young and funny-looking classmate in a blue school uniform and a big cap. That person is me. Big hats are my favorite. When I was young, it was the wish of all boys to have a big hat. Wearing a big cap is like getting closer to the dream of a soldier.
When I was seven years old, I celebrated Children's Day. My mother asked me what gift I wanted, and I chose a big hat without hesitation. I remember when the big cap was just bought back, I put it on my head and stood in front of the mirror to take pictures over and over again, not to mention how arrogant it was. When my family is not around, I will stand at attention in front of the mirror, grab the brim with both hands, move it left and right a few times, and then give an exemplary military salute. That feeling is really exciting.
Without lunch, I wore a big hat and ran to see my partner. When I see them, I will deliberately kick my legs high in front of them and walk over. When they saw my big hat, they all gathered around. Hats are passed around in everyone's hands. Everyone tried it on the head and then gave a military salute, which made everyone envious. What we discussed most enthusiastically was the red five-pointed star and the golden word "August 1st".
With a big hat on my head, I feel like a different person. I don't walk left and right, and I speak very seriously, just like a soldier. With a big hat and playing the game of police catching thieves, I will always be a policeman and the embodiment of justice. Whenever you go out to play, you must wear a big hat and wear it to school. Even in the hottest summer, I will wear shorts with bare arms. Sometimes the hat will be blown to the ground by the wind, and I will chase it. Every day when I sleep, I will put it on my pillow and dream that I have become a soldier.
After a long time, my big hat began to fade from military green to light yellow green, and the golden "Bayi" was ground into silver, and small holes appeared in some places. Later, the partner also had his own brand-new big hat. My mother said not to wear that big hat. It's a little ugly. I'll buy a new one. But I can't bear to throw it away, just like it can't live without its comrades in the battlefield. Finally, I listened to my mother's words, and I took off my hat badge.
When I grew up, my brother went to be a soldier. When I said goodbye, I took out five hat badges and gave them to my brother. I only left one. My military dream can only be realized by my brother. Every time I open the drawer and see the silver word "Bayi" shining on the hat badge, I will think of my brother who is far away in the frontier, and my heart is full of pride and pride.