The memory of the collapse of the Snow Mountain originated from a photo album of my classmates. I saw the "ancient" gate, the national flagpole, the towering library and the solemn teaching building. Mottled stadium, neat restaurant. At that time, I was ridiculed by countless people as a "meditator" sitting in the toilet, a leisurely path leading to the backyard, a bamboo forest and a stone bench under the teacher's apartment, and I seemed to see a group of people gathering around to chew watermelon. I remember that next to the bamboo forest is a huge activity and fitness venue. Whenever night falls, it is the time when all kinds of entertainment begin. I remember that on the way to the restaurant that day, a girl played badminton on the roadside after self-study in the evening. When a group of mixed boys pass by after playing table tennis, they always punch a few punches. Losers are always encouraged to ask for their mobile phone numbers. That should be the most unscrupulous time. I remembered the stadium near my school, where the school organized sports competitions. It was also there that I completed my first conscription experience.
Memories keep pouring into photos, but I can't find myself or them.
My eyes are moist, and I really miss them.
Being a soldier for more than ten years is the most changed period. At that time, the arrogant and autistic monitor Wang Da suddenly became "melodramatic". I began to miss every fragment of school life and everyone. Seeing the avatar and name on qq, I remembered that I didn't even say a few words to this classmate at school. I asked her if she knew who I was. She said yes, it was Wang, our study committee member. Words are as sincere and encouraging as appreciation, and I have a simple sense of happiness in my heart. Years of classmates, indelible friendship, indelible memories of youth.
In fact, every life is a gregarious person. In the long years, I seek my own physiology, safety, belonging, love, respect and self-satisfaction in reality. In this process, my classmates gave me everything I wanted, including this long memory.
People with memories are happy. It is precisely because of such good memories that I can plug in my ideal wings and summon up my courage. Only in this way can I exert my infinite strength to face all the opportunities and challenges in military life.
In the days when I got along with my comrades-in-arms, I realized more sincerity and happiness, more openness and courage, more understanding and trust, and gradually got used to the brotherhood accumulated in an orange, a banana, a bucket of instant noodles and a sausage. No one but comrades-in-arms will be punished with you, enjoy the joy of victory and spend the long loneliness and urgent pressure together.
If I can satisfy my only wish now, I hope to take away every minute I am in the army as a short film. In the face of such a precious life, any written description is like a grandiose bubble, and no accumulation can repair the vibrant beacon of memory and guide the tide of thoughts into the silent harbor, where I parked in my twilight years.
I look forward to Xiao Tangtang's happiness and healthy growth. Call me Dad.