"goodbye! Mom! The horn has sounded and the steel gun has been polished ... "The southern town is foggy in the morning. The melancholy and lingering melody echoed in the quiet morning of the town. My comrades-in-arms and I shed tears and said goodbye to our relatives and friends who came to see me off. Say goodbye to friends and relatives and listen to this exciting song again. At this moment, the mood is exciting and full of pride in defending the country. I am no longer depressed about failing in the college entrance examination, sad about nothing, bored and cynical.
The car is driving slowly in the picturesque morning fog, and the tall plane trees on both sides of the road seem to have become soldiers lined up. I flashed my alma mater, the village where I once wandered, and the mountain that I had to climb every day at school. I don't care about this. It's all a temporary separation. There is no sadness in my heart, because I believe that there is a broad avenue waiting for me ahead, a avenue that can be far away from this backward and poor mountain village.
Although we still can't perceive the outside world, which is full of temptation and mystery, we also believe that this is the right way. It will cross the mountain in front of my door, towards the distant, where there are wide roads, busy cities and lovers' world. ...
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The fast-moving train will soon bring us ignorant boys to a world we have not yet perceived. Maybe we have seen and imagined it in books we have studied in the past. Today, when the world suddenly enters our field of vision, we feel small and ignorant. It turns out that the world is so vast and colorful; Everything outside is so beautiful and exquisite. Although we won't act like Granny Liu entered the Grand View Garden, ignorance belongs to ignorance, which is an eye shadow that flashes in our hearts and a moment of surprise. We show strong imitation ability and adaptability. Now that I think about it, the so-called outside world at that time was actually an hour's drive from home. However, the city closest to home, the trees, houses and rails in this city, are all things I have never seen before. The house is so tall and majestic, but the trimmed trees are so neat and beautiful, and the sound of "leisurely, leisurely" running on the rails sounds so intense and vigorous.
I got off the bus, took up my backpack, and transferred to the train with my comrades under the leadership of the leading officer. This is a special train, because there are people in this city who take the same train, go to the same place and go to the distant and unknown western frontier together.
Car running all the way, from time to time in several cities along the river in southern Anhui. There are constantly recruits of the same age joining the ranks of the westbound. Some of us come from rural areas, some from towns and some from cadres' families, but today we came to this big stuffy tanker in the same way. Under the leadership of the leading officers, we used the mats that we had already prepared, and then covered them with our own bedding. Two people share a bed. We made a bunk and lay on the floor. There are hundreds of people in such carriages, and this special train always adds up to nearly a thousand people, rushing to the west like a torrent of youth. ...
I am happy and curious. I always climb in front of the window and look at the scenery along the way. "oh! To cross the Yangtze River Bridge, this is Nanjing? " My comrades and I exclaimed with unprecedented excitement. The wheels rolled over the tracks and made a dull sound. This regular sound sounds to me like a cry from the earth and a call from a distant mountain. Every time the train passes by, I draw circles on the atlas with my pen and check the names of the places that pass by one by one. ...
In my carriage, my comrades-in-arms all come from different towns and villages in a county. Some of our classmates are in the same school but in different classes, or in different schools in the same session. We know little about each other, but most of us are about the same age. We came together for the same goal, took the same train and went to the same strange place. The unification of these has narrowed the distance between our comrades. If there is anything delicious, take it out and eat it together, and if there is anything rare, take it out and share it together. My hometown, which is drifting away, is the closest memory left in my heart. The same accent is our closest signal. We are like brothers.
"come on Eat the square cake I brought! "
My comrade-in-arms is Wan Sen, an alumnus of a neighboring village. At school, he was a top student in a key middle school. Because he didn't play well, he failed in the college entrance examination. He is the only person I know in this carriage. Now we are naturally closer than others.
I didn't refuse anything, so I went up to him and said, "I heard that Xinjiang is very cold, and it's hard to eat the dishes in my hometown when I get there."