Fuping and I sat on the earthen platform by the playground and watched the school's honor guard slowly marching in our direction, and I envied everyone in the honor guard, they must have been very strong in their steps to the sound of drums!

The world of children is simple, my dream is not far away, it is right in front of me, I hope to be a member of the school's honor guard. I fantasize about one day marching in the honor guard, even if I can't beat the war drums, I can play the waist drum!

One day, the dream will finally come true. It is said that in order to publicize the policy, the school will form a waist drum team, and most of the original drummers have graduated from the school, and now they need to add new members.

I stood in the queue, looking longingly at the music teacher, praying that his fingers would come to our side.

"You! ”

I'm thinking, is this talking about me? Little boy, I meet both of these criteria.

"Get out of the queue! "The music teacher was a little impatient.

I boldly walked to the front, and the music teacher tolerated me into another pile as I had planned. I am very happy in my heart, and my dream of last year is getting closer and closer to me.

The next day after school, we were summoned to the front of the historic middle school, and the music teacher shoved a waist drum into my hand.

At that time, we were not as impetuous as we are now, and we regarded the tasks assigned by the school as the most important thing to do. No matter the wind, rain, or scorching sun, our task of practicing waist drums never stops.

East strong, East strong, East East strong.

We memorized this mantra, connected over and over again, blistered on our hands, and still clinged to not knowing what giving up was.

When I was about to become a qualified drummer, the teacher said that the drummer was not good at playing and that a good drummer needed to be selected. I was so lucky to be selected by the teacher again and became a slutter of the waist drum team. Walking in the row with me was a sweet girl, and I had forgotten who she was. You really shouldn't forget that former partner, maybe her smile is a little tired!

We followed the propaganda committee members from village to village, spreading the school's cutting-edge call to every village. We enjoyed the process very much, and then we beat the cracker out of our own feelings.

With the lucky first time, the luck in the future will naturally not be bad.

The following year, I was drafted by the trumpeters and became a trumpeter. When I got that number, I condensed my excitement into a breath and blew it out. There was a low sound of air, and I was very depressed.

"Teacher, this pole is bad, it doesn't ring. I said to the teacher.

The teacher looked at me with wide eyes and said to me, "You blow, I'll watch!"

I mustered up my stance, blew out with all my might, and the trumpet still didn't sound.

"I'll kick you!" the teacher scolded jokingly, and everyone burst into laughter.

"Then you have to practice, if you don't practice, you can do it!" the teacher continued.

We stood in a row in the woods, the trumpet facing the mountain, and the trumpet finally made a unanimous sound. We practiced this simple tune for a week.

In order to blow a higher tone as soon as possible, we took the trumpet home and placed it in the most prominent place in the house.

At dawn the next day, I stood on the sidelines with the trumpet and began to practice. The trumpet sounded crisply over the vast village, and as soon as I rang here, a classmate in the village echoed me from afar, and the trumpet also sounded.

After hard practice, our trumpet became the most dazzling phalanx of the honor guard. On Children's Day, we put on new white shirts, green pants, white sneakers, and borrowed sunglasses, and lined up on the playground to be reviewed by teachers and classmates. On that day, our parents also came to watch the show, which was even more powerful for us.

At the forefront was the trumpeter's conductor, holding the command javelin, walking up and down. It was followed by war drums, which looked very large, and the people who played the war drums looked very martial. Behind the war drums is the Mi Drum Corps, the girls' team, and they are the most beautiful part of the whole phalanx. Behind the drums is our trumpeter team, and our style has already left the other teams a few streets away, even if we don't blow the trumpet, we have already won everyone's attention.

Under the scorching sun, we were soaked with sunburn, but that didn't change our love for the character. The moment it passed through the review stand, it was sacred and solemn, and the audience burst into warm applause. We picked up the horns in unison, and the loud tunes fluttered in the air.

"Look, that's my ball!" A parent sharply spotted his child on the sidelines, and said excitedly to others.

We don't dare to look at who is watching us, because we are all drawn to this role at this moment, and our task is to play this role perfectly.

A few years later, we went to junior high school. The honor guard has accepted new people, and we have been honorably discharged. Our story is left behind on a sunny day, never to be replayed.

When we run around campus, we always think that one day we can run out of campus and go to a new environment.

The day came soon, and we got our wish and went to Tiannan and Haibei.

We are busy every day, running for a better tomorrow. There is very little time to sort through the past and reminisce about the good memories.

Perhaps, we will think about it in the lonely night. It was a pair of simple and longing eyes, and those eyes were full of imagination and expectation.

We laughed happily in the most beautiful time, and the most beautiful girl in the class was so amused by you that she couldn't keep her mouth shut, and was punished by the teacher for an irregular action. When I think of this, the corners of my mouth curl slightly......