Every time I take the train (during the New Year's holiday), I will meet the soldiers, who maintain the order of the station, standing in the cold wind and the scorching heat, without leaving a trace.

Occasional attention is paid to them, their work should be distinguished from the crew of the train, they belong to the country, to the people.

I have a cousin who is on the border of Tibet, but I haven't even thought about it for so many years, he has been walking for five years from the beginning of the three years, and he has become a veteran, but he is about to be discharged.

Perhaps he never thought that he would stay in distant Tibet for so many years, standing guard under the five-star red flag in the wind and snow.

But in my opinion, their life must be pure and beautiful, the sky must be very blue, the clouds must be milky white, and the snow around them must be clean like cotton, just a little cold.

Their daily life, in addition to standing guard, must be a nest of people chatting together, without the rancid smell of money in society, people from *, meet in that distant place, without any contradictions, get along very peacefully, and become brothers.

They must also be homesick because home is too far away because they put on military uniforms.

Actually, I don't know anything about them, maybe they are full of rubbish, people are full of intrigues, and their lives are bitter, but I like to imagine it all as beautiful.

I hope that every soldier can feel proud that he has had such an experience.

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