Again and again, explosions ask about the silent elevation and depth of a mountain.

A piece of scorching heat tests a determination and the true city of the earth.

Intense and short love-hate. Who's wasting whose energy, who's destroying whom's vitality?

Morality and conscience are deconstructed again and again.

In the silence after the torrential rain, on the dusty position:

Who is waiting for a pile of steel helmets and wreckage, blooming like roses.

As expected, Chief Yang is a great talent and a master. An ordinary poem manuscript made him straight, refined a lot, and conveyed a lot. Those dispensable burdens let him gently tick off.

It's like a doctor's scalpel, like a beautician's hand, and once they touch it, the original ordinary thing becomes a carrier of beauty. This...... Probably it's a big deal to turn decay into magic, right?

The next morning, as usual, I got up early, went to the carpenter's house and practiced my arm strength for pushing a planer for a while, and then went to the North Ravine for a while to make sandbags.

I know the truth that "the abacus is always pulled, and the fists and feet are often kicked". Once it stops, this martial art will be abolished, I heard that the squad leader has brought a lot of apprentices, but they all gave up halfway because they couldn't hold on.

I am the one who has tasted the sweetness of practice. The reason why I won the title of pacesetter of the whole regiment is definitely not the result of the queue training, but the result of the practice.

If it weren't for the kung fu of practicing, the squad leader's decomposition action, I would definitely not be able to do it, and the pace of flying the plywood obstacles, I would not be able to do it so chicly and freely.

Strange? What happened this morning? The barracks was so quiet? Not only did the wake-up call not sound, but there was no movement to go out for morning exercises. Could it be that after the drill is over, the troops will have to be lazy for a few days?

I looked at the watch on my wrist and realized that today was Saturday, the day of rest. I couldn't help but put away my fists and kicks and went down the mountain. Saturday is a rare opportunity for the soldiers in the barracks to relax.

On this day, you can not go out of exercise and do not tidy up housekeeping. You can also take the shuttle bus to the small city to wander around.

When I returned to the dormitory, I saw that my comrades had already gotten up. The clerk of the Management Unit was sitting on my bed waiting. "Wenhua, what about the poem you wrote yesterday? The assistant asked me to ask for it. After a while, Lao Song and I copied the blackboard newspaper. ”

Listened to the clerk's words. I looked through the window in the direction of the blackboard newspaper and saw that Lao Song was holding a ruler and standing there drawing lace and patterns. I thought to myself, if Lao Song was able to do this job, he must have been personally invited by the assistant to come out.

I took out the neatly copied manuscript of the poem and handed it to the clerk. "Did you copy this one?" asked the clerk, seeing that I only had one copy of the manuscript paper.

"yes. I told him.

"Didn't the coordinator tell you to contribute? gave it to me, what do you use to contribute?" asked the clerk.

"I'll make another copy. "I thought to myself, anyway, it's only a few hundred words of poetry, and it won't be a problem to re-copy it.

"Then why bother? You come with me. The clerk took the transcript of the poem and dragged me to his office.

It turned out that the clerk's office was equipped with a photocopier. He put my manuscript on the reciprocator and asked, "How many do you need?"

"Two copies are enough!" I think this poem manuscript will be enough for "People's Liberation Army Literature and Art" and "People's Liberation Army Daily".

"Not enough, not enough. The clerk hurriedly said: "Those people in the reporting team send multiple drafts for one draft." You need at least three copies to increase your hit rate. ”

"That's three parts. "I didn't think about it that much.

"A few more, it won't be a stretch. He pressed the photocopier button, copied five copies at once, and then took out several printed envelopes for the army's common use, saying: "Sending them in this envelope has a high degree of credibility." ”

"Hmm. "I took the envelope, and when I saw that the address and code of the army had been printed on it, I only needed to fill in the address of the recipient, and I thought, it seems that being a clerk seems to have a lot of privileges.

"The motorbike is about to go. Now send it over quickly. With that, he put the copied manuscripts into five separate envelopes. I quickly wrote down the address. It was quickly delivered to the communication squad at the door of the office building.

When the fellow of the communications squad saw that it was a public envelope for the troops, he took a triangular postmark and covered it, stepped on the motorcycle and left.

Seeing that the manuscript was sent away, the clerk took the poem manuscript to the blackboard newspaper, and at this time, Lao Song had already drawn the lace pattern, and the stick figure of the rocket launcher was drawn in the lower right.

The fountain pen handwriting of the clerk of the management unit is very good, and it is said that he is the director of the Benxi City Hard Pen Calligraphers Association. His own poems were written on the blackboard newspaper by his handwriting, with the illustrations of Lao Song, and the effect must be good.

Saturday's breakfast was late, I went back to the dormitory to pack up the quilt, helped the students on duty clean the house, and then came to the cafeteria, while eating breakfast, I asked the head of the unit for leave to go to the small market, the head of the unit was in a good mood, and all of them were granted leave.

I would like to ask if he is going with him? He said that he had just been there last Sunday and was washing clothes in the barracks today. I had to go with a few comrades in my class.

When I came to the small city, each comrade-in-arms had their own things to do, and after making an appointment with the place and time of lunch, they went their separate ways. I wanted to go to the phone booth and call my little sister first to ask about her situation. But as soon as I remembered Master's words, I immediately gave up.

Probably because mobile phones have become popular, fewer and fewer people are calling, and the business of phone booths is very cold.

I dialed the phone number at home in the phone booth, hoping that my brother would answer the phone, not because I didn't miss my mother, but because my mother had limited understanding of the situation in the village, and there were some things that her old man couldn't explain.

However, it was my mother who answered the phone. I knew that voice as soon as I heard it.

"Mother!" I still shouted kindly. At home, I don't know how many times I have to shout "mother" all day long, and when I come to the army, I don't have this opportunity.

Thinking that my mother was talking to me, I immediately felt very happy in my heart.

"Wenhua, what's wrong? I haven't called home for so long?"

"Mother. I was training in the guard platoon every day, and I was very nervous. Unlike in the car class, I often come to the county seat. Mother, are you and your brother in good health?"

"Wenhua, everything is fine at home. Well, let me tell you, Xie Ying is married to your senior brother, I asked your eldest brother to go with him, your senior brother is very polite, and he came to our house to thank you. In the future, Xie Ying will be your sister-in-law. You, don't think about her so much, your eldest brother and I are looking for a good-looking girl for you!"

"Hehe, mother, I'm not in a hurry. "I tried to feel more relaxed, so that my mother would not worry about me.

It seemed like a long time for us to talk on the phone, and it seemed like a century, and even the salesperson at the phone booth reminded me several times that it was time to end the call. More things can be written!

But I ended the call, my mood was still not calm, and I thought about the things of the senior brother and the little junior sister again.

Finally, my comrades-in-arms came, probably because they saw that my expression was wrong, so they forcibly pulled me out of the phone booth and came to the "comrades-in-arms restaurant" where I was dining.