The footsteps of the years quietly came to the summer of 2004.
In this hot and colorful season
Our hearts are so gloomy and sad.
From standing in the post office yesterday to tomorrow
Look up at the boundless sky
A tunnel through time and space
Let the wandering thoughts always follow the traces of time.
Let the surging heart feel like water for years.
We leave tomorrow.
I will leave this university campus where I have lived for four years.
Will leave these lovely brothers and sisters.
Maybe we can get together again tonight.
Tomorrow will be far from the ends of the earth.
Maybe we can meet some people again.
There are also some comrades who have followed them for four years.
Wave and you'll never see each other again.
How can you not be attached? How can you not be sad?
How can you not be disappointed?
How I wish time would be frozen in this beautiful moment forever.
How I wish all my good friends were still around.
How I wish I could drink a glass of wine for four years.
I hope there is a song that can sing all the joys and sorrows tonight.
I hope I can do it again in four years.
But the night is fleeting and time is ruthless.
Everything we miss, care about and loathe to give up.
Will be deposited in the great waves of time.
remain; stay
There is only a trace of bitterness in my heart, a string of bitterness and a heavy emotion.
Four years passed quickly.
It seems that it is only a blink of an eye from the starting point to the end point.
The autumn when we first met four years ago.
Those strange, immature faces
The freshness and pride of wearing a new military uniform for the first time.
There are also tears of grievances when the old squad leader stands.
Still as clear as yesterday.
Actually, we've come a long way.
Four years passed very slowly.
None of us will forget it.
These four years, more than 1,400 days and nights.
How do we get through it step by step?
None of us will forget it.
In the four years together,
How much bitterness and frustration have you experienced?
How many vicissitudes have you experienced?
Spent a similar year, a different year.
The flowers are blooming, thank you, and they are blooming again.
These mountains are yellow and green and green and yellow.
In the boundless wilderness of time.
Nature always repeats its eternal melody quietly.
But we have grown up in the constant cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Always stay away from the ignorant, crazy and frivolous teenagers.
Four years have passed
Bitter pleasure, bitter pleasure.
Everything, everything, everything has gone with the wind like smoke.
Maybe four years is not a long time for a long life.
Even like a brief glimpse of our lives.
But no matter how many four years a person has in his life.
These four years are the most beautiful and precious period in life.
That other couples can't get for four years.
Sweat and sweat can't wash away the color of youth.
Neither injury nor pain can bury the vitality of youth.
No matter how we spend these four years.
This is the golden age of our life and the mood of love.
Friend,/kloc-Will you still be foggy and rainy at the age of 0/8, and will you still be energetic at the age of 20?
Not anymore. Never.
Can you be young again and look for dreams that have passed away in the past years?
No, never.
This wonderful time is like a surging river, which is gone forever.
It is said that college is the most beautiful, romantic and beautiful time in life.
It is said that college is the most energetic and glorious time for young people to show off.
She seems destined.
Full of sunshine and fantasy, full of smiles and excitement, full of happiness of ignorance and love.
Yes, once we came here with this colorful dream.
I thought life in the ivory tower would be as colorful and poetic as described in the book.
Think of here.
There will be a stage to show our talents and ambitions.
There will be glory on the court and freedom under the neon lights.
Listening to songs during self-study and walking at dusk will have elegance.
There will be a glass of stuffy wine when you are sad, and a binge when you are happy.
There will be throwing football shoes, jumping jerseys and whistling.
There will be lunatics playing truant for the World Cup and pretending to be sick for the NBA League.
There will also be the romance of "a bright future brings a bright future, and later generations will meet at dusk"
What's more, a drop of her tears will have a heavy burden, and a smiling face will have infinite joy.
Hey--(long sigh)
After all, it was just an ignorant and frivolous dream when we were young.
We never thought there would be such a life here.
I didn't expect the physical training and cleaning here to be endless.
I didn't expect that I didn't even have a chance to play basketball or surf the Internet on weekends.
I didn't expect a pair of football shoes to last four years.
Unexpectedly, four years later, it is still a corner forgotten by love.
The feeling of youth can't find any trace.
The breath of youth is slowly losing its vitality.
The unconstrained thinking has also been ground into conformity.
When that colorful dream is shaken by the wind.
Our hearts are also silent.
After thousands of turns, I traveled all over Qian Shan.
I am used to seeing flowers bloom and falling, and I am used to listening to wild and painful laughter and groaning.
After feeling used to truth, falsehood, falsehood, truthfulness, flattery and deception
I finally know.
There is a world of mortals between heaven and earth.
Everything is just passing by, only feelings will never die, only true feelings will last forever.
I finally know that it is also a kind of happiness to have someone to suffer together.
Finally know 1 19 the deep affection between brother and sister.
I finally know my true feelings and dreams.
I finally know that friends are my eternal support.
Do you remember?
It was still hot noon during the new training.
You stood face to face with me on the playground for two hours.
Just because I forced you to eat the peanuts I secretly bought the night before.
Do you remember?
I put my pants on inside out for the first emergency party. You are missing a sock.
As a result, we were carried out and made a fool of ourselves in front of the whole team
Do you remember?
One day you receive a love letter with beautiful handwriting and a beautiful photo of a girl.
Everyone can't help but rush to read and read aloud.
At that moment, we had a good time. It seems that your girlfriend is our popular lover.
Do you remember?
That time we were found standing guard reading magazines.
You go to the captain alone to admit your mistake and take the fall for me.
As a result, you wrote a 5000-word inspection for this matter for three days.
Do you remember?
That time you celebrated your twentieth birthday.
We secretly put the birthday cake in the trash can and returned it to the team.
Then quietly sing happy birthday to you when everyone is dreaming.
I still remember.
During the new training, my quilt was a famous flower roll for the whole team.
It was you who patiently taught me to fold the quilt into square tofu blocks.
I still remember.
When you were the monitor, I refuted you several times.
Because I think our relationship is so good, you shouldn't be so strict with me.
And you never blamed me.
I still remember.
The first time I practiced jumping forward, I was scared to the bone.
You yelled at me until it became a man. Go down or get up.
So I understand that one must never fall down in the most difficult time.
No difficulty or setback can be overcome.
I still remember.
Your girlfriend broke up with you that time.
I'm the one who drank with you on the roof all night.
We were both drunk and we both cried.
It seems that we are all abandoned by this world at the same time.
You said a lot of things, one of which I will always remember.
You said you lost your girlfriend in military school, but you got a bosom friend like me.
But just yesterday, I said to you willfully because of a little thing.
The first wrong thing in my life is to come to a military school, and the second thing is to make friends with you.
to tell the truth
I was able to share weal and woe with my brother 1 18 for four years.
Know you.
All the blood that flowed, all the tears that fell.
All the hurt, all the pain.
Everything is worth it.
More than 1,400 days and nights in four years.
We climbed out of the thorns.
More than 33,600 hours in four years.
We get it from bitter water.
Four years together.
We have never suffered anything, and we have never endured any pain.
How many cold late nights
We got up from the warm bed and sat on guard.
How many weekends and holidays?
We reluctantly go to self-study, training and cleaning.
How many flowers are spent on a full moon night
I was homesick until tears slowly moistened my eyes.
How many times to meet the superior inspection?
We were pulling weeds and sweeping leaves all noon.
How many times can I go home during the winter vacation?
We fought in the cold light until one or two in the morning.
We don't remember how many five kilometers we ran.
We can't remember how much we drank or swallowed.
We can't remember how many grievances we have suffered and how many grievances we have suppressed.
But we can't forget 50 days of new training.
In the weather of more than 40 degrees, we stood in a military posture, walked step by step, and kicked in front day by day.
Finally, our fair skin was tanned.
We can't forget the 40th anniversary of the hospital.
Our gun team practiced in the wind and rain for two months.
In order to practice the arm strength and the uniformity of the spear.
We filled the kettle with water and hung it on the harpoon for half an hour.
More than half an hour. This is obviously a long test of a century.
We must not forget it.
In the days of preparing for the unified examination of advanced mathematics in the whole army
It's so hot at night that people can't sleep all night.
However, we still review nervously with amazing perseverance.
We must not forget it.
The Education Reform Commission reported a 100-day demonstration training.
We are subjected to the most cruel test day after day, minute by minute.
The tactical field is full of jumping, lying down and crawling forward.
On the queue, there is an avalanche of neat and heroic armed teams.
The skin is broken layer after layer, the sweat drops layer after layer, and the blood drops layer after layer.
The hand is cocooned, the wound is suppurated and the leg is swollen.
Blood soaked clothes, sweat soaked shoes, and tears filled our hearts.
Can you train with high intensity for a long time, or can it rain all day?
I can't forget the ups and downs of being an intern soldier in Fuzhou for 20 days.
You can't forget the resentment of sacrificing the whole National Day holiday to practice assassination exercises.
We can't forget the helplessness of intensive training in junior summer vacation.
We can't forget the loss of paying for the sports meeting but getting nothing.
We can't forget the fire ignited by the tears in our hearts when we finally lost the basketball game.
We can't forget camping in the wild.
Yeah, four years together.
There are too many things we can't forget, and too many things are engraved in our hearts.
The same feeling gives us the same desire.
The same desire gave us the same song.
In fact, how simple and insignificant our desires are.
We don't envy other people's flowers and plants, nor do we envy other people's luxury.
All we crave is a glass of water when we are thirsty and a steamed bread when we are hungry.
If you are tired, just rest for a few minutes.
Just don't treat one second as ten seconds when holding a gun, captain.
Only occasionally can I get up half an hour late.
Just a week can give us an evening of free activities.
The same song in our hearts
It is 1 19, a youth fantasy composed by brothers with sweat, struggle and shouting.
Staying in my heart is a portrayal of life that has touched my life.
Singing it is an earth-shattering, solemn and stirring song, which resounds everywhere.
Who doesn't know the value of youth and who doesn't long for happiness?
Watching youth spend every day on boring trivial things, I can do nothing.
Watching passion fade away, watching happiness go away step by step.
Our hearts are bleeding.
We don't have to do something spectacular.
We just want to learn something real and do something real while we are young.
We just hope that life will be more colorful and interesting.
But do we have a chance? Do we have any choice but to obey?
Pain, suffering, blood and sweat, we all admit it.
But we don't want to live so cowardly and miserable.
The same is youth, the same is blood.
What are others doing and what are we doing?
What life do others lead, and what life do we lead?
While others are enjoying love, romance and warmth, we are sweating in the training ground.
When others wear clean and fashionable clothes, we are covered in mud.
When others go for an outing to attend a party on weekends, we drown our sorrows in a remote corner.
Who said it was hard to cry? Who says soldiers are heartless?
Who knows how many tears secretly flow into our hearts under our strong appearance?
Who knows how much loneliness and emptiness are hidden under our far-fetched smile?
Who knows how much we drank behind our backs and sighed?
When we picked up the receiver with bloody hands and told mom that everything was fine.
When we walked into the dining hall covered with mud and rain, we looked at green vegetables, radishes and bean sprouts.
When we were at the training ground, we watched couples walking arm in arm in the mall.
Can we use the words heartache and sadness to express our complicated feelings?
We have asked over and over again for the past four years.
Have we really been happy? Have we ever laughed from the heart?
No, never.
Once upon a time, we were also top guns.
But now, where are our lofty ideals and proud vows?
Are consumed in endless tossing.
There is only a sigh left in my heart, as long as I regret it, as long as I am helpless.
We want to cry without tears.
Yes, we have suffered a lot in the past four years.
But you know what?
Whether you are in the hot sun or in the rainstorm.
Whether you are covered in mud or soaked in sweat.
Whether you are forced to work overtime in the middle of the night or on a business trip at noon.
Whether it's eating unpalatable noodles or drinking boiled water.
You have 1 18 brothers around you.
Accompany you with hard work and hard work, and accompany you through the storm.
We live in the same sky and the same rhythm.
We live on the first floor and have a pot of rice.
You may forget the people you laughed with.
But you won't forget the people you cried with.
You may forget the people who are rich with you.
But I'll never forget those people who were in trouble with me.
It is said that people who fought in the same trench have the deepest feelings in the world.
And we have 1 19 brothers.
Didn't you fight in the same place for more than 1400 days and nights?
Isn't the affection between us the deepest, deepest, truest and most unforgettable in the world?
This true feeling has melted into the deepest part of our soul.
No matter how long it takes.
This true love is the most beautiful song in our life.
There is a good saying.
What hurts can't be healed and what hurts can't be forgotten.
Yes, maybe in a few years.
The wound on your body is healed, and the pain in your heart is forgotten.
But you won't forget.
Many years ago, 1 19 brothers suffered together.
You won't forget.
Who accompanied you through the best and hardest years of your life?
You won't forget.
Four years together.
Who helped you get up when you fell after running five kilometers?
Who carried you to the hospital after you were injured?
Who will stand guard with you on a cold winter night?
Who laughed, cried, argued and moved with you?
Everyone's emotional world always has the weakest corner.
In the deepest part of every heart, there is always the deepest thought.
When you occasionally recall a small fragment of that year after many years.
There will always be something that touches the sad string in your heart.
When you look at a photo that has turned yellow after many years.
There will always be something stirring up waves in your heart lake.
When you see your gray-haired comrade-in-arms many years later.
There is always something that will make you cry.
Yes, years will pass and old people will get old.
But truth never goes out of date.
This true feeling is deeply engraved in our hearts.
forever and always
Finally, this day will come, and we will rush to our respective worlds.
No one can replace you and the memory of that youth.
Along the way, we have worked hand in hand for four years.
Write eternity with blood and tears
We will leave tomorrow, although we have a lot of disappointment in our hearts.
But the hardest thing is to be friends and the hardest thing is to leave.
Picking up this glass of wine, I feel a lot of sadness in my chest.
A thousand words just want to say cheers to you, friend!
Drink this glass of wine, and tomorrow's glass will not be full of yesterday's sadness.
Let the past drift with the flow, and let the scars go with the wind.
Remember this feeling and forget the pain.
Take a leisurely trip and start your new career.
What wine can't wake up and what pain can't be forgotten.
It is impossible to turn back when you move forward.
Don't cry, my friend. You are still the destination of my heart.
Don't cry, my friend. Believe in your own way.
There are too many infatuated pursuits in the world of mortals.
I also feel your pain.
There are few real friends in the sea of people.
Please don't mind this feeling.
Let the years wash away mercilessly and refute it.
You will always be the brightest memory in my life.
No matter how time and space change, no matter how the world changes.
You are my lifelong friend and brother.
I can't forget yesterday's tears, and I can't quit drinking tonight.
My friend asked us to raise our glasses to the past and to meet again.
No matter at the end of the world, no matter at the ends of the earth.
My heart will always be with you.
Whenever and wherever.
I wish you happiness and health.