Guo Fan solemnly shook his head left and right, looked at the one-bar and two-star epaulettes on his shoulders, and raised his eyebrows unconsciously upward. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info From today on, he will be a deputy company cadre, and from now on, there will be no more Xiao Guo in the division who has been wearing "one bar and one stick" and always feels that people look down on him. After two years of struggle, Guo Fan finally got his wish and was promoted ahead of schedule.

The early summer sun shines on the earth with a smile, making people feel a strong sense of warmth. Today, he and his comrade-in-arms Huang Xingli are going to embark on the train to Beijing to participate in the photography and videography training organized by CCTV.

Sitting on the train bound for Beijing West, Guo Fan suppressed more than his inner excitement. "I love Tiananmen Square in Beijing, the sun rises and ...... on Tiananmen Square", the song I learned as a child constantly echoed in my mind, as if the sound was lingering in my ears. At that time, he was very eager to go north to the capital one day, to see the majestic Great Hall of the People, to admire the remains of the great man, and then to visit the Forbidden City. That is the common aspiration of every Chinese.

"Lao Huang, have you been to Beijing?" Guo Fan asked his comrade-in-arms Huang Xingli.

"I haven't been there either, so we'll go and see the national flag raising together." Xingli looked out the window, watching the trees on the side of the road moving back rapidly, and his heart was full of yearning.

"I heard that the study schedule is very tight this time, I wonder if there is a chance?" Guo Fan followed Xingli's line of sight and looked outward, both of them were going north for the first time, and they had heard a lot about what Beijing was like, and they had no intuitive impression.

"There are other cadets in the group army, they must have been there, ask them when the time comes." Xingli's training experience is richer than Guo Fan's, and he naturally knows more people and speaks more confidently.

Bang dang, bang dang......

"The train has arrived at the final station - Beijing West Railway Station, please take your luggage and prepare to get off." After nearly 40 hours of train running, they finally heard the conductor's crisp voice prompt, which marked their final arrival on the land of the capital.

Guo Fan and Xingli hurriedly removed their luggage from the luggage rack and blended into the flow of people who got off the bus. The training camp lasted for half a month, and they didn't bring much other luggage except for a set of winter clothes and a set of civilian clothes.

"Taxi." Out of the train station, Xingli took the initiative to stop a taxi. In this training, the superior did not send someone to pick up the station, and asked the training personnel to report on their own.

It took about 40 minutes for the taxi to arrive at the training site, a hotel of the armed police. The hotel looks like it has been built for many years, but the furnishings inside are still very exquisite. On the right side of the lobby is a sign with five large letters: Training Registration Desk. Guo Fan and Huang Xingli walked to the front of the stage, checked their room number, judging from the records in the notebook, there were already many people in front, judging from the address information they left behind, the training objects this time came from all units of the army, including grassroots units, as well as government agencies and academies, and it should be a very good opportunity to open up their horizons and absorb knowledge.

The training course was very full, and the teachers in the class were all everyone, some from the China Media Institute, some from CCTV, they spoke very well, and Guo Fan and they also listened to it very thirsty.

On this day, the weather was particularly sunny, and according to the course arrangement, Guo Fan and the others would soon be able to see CCTV, the highest temple of TV news.

The building of CCTV is very magnificent, people stand below and look very small, look up, the top of the building "China Central Television" is particularly eye-catching, CCTV's unique station logo shines in the sunlight. Thinking that the annual Spring Festival Gala comes from this building, Guo Fan's heart is difficult to calm down. He is a die-hard fan of the Spring Festival Gala, and every Chinese New Year's Eve, he sits early in front of the TV and waits to watch. When he was a child, there was no TV at home, so he couldn't watch the live broadcast, and the next day he would come to the neighbor's house to watch the replay. For him at that time, the TV station was mysterious, and the people in the TV were also mysterious. Ever since then, he's been thinking about how nice it would be if he could go inside.

"Everyone wants to take pictures here, hurry up, the main thing we visit today is not here." The words of the person in charge of the team made people's hearts cold: "Today I mainly visited the broadcasting department of the CCTV Military Channel, and he is not in this building. ”

Guo Fan's heart was cold, but no matter what, he saw CCTV today, although it was far away, although he couldn't go in to see "Fangrong". "CCTV: It's not like anyone can just get in." Guo Fan comforted himself in his heart. He stepped out of the car, handed the camera to Heungli, and asked him to take a picture of himself. In the photo, Guo Fan stands on the left side of a few big characters at the door of CCTV, and on the right is a long, tall TV station building, which shows a small "me".

The training management is very strict, and you are not allowed to ask for leave for 15 days, and you are not allowed to go anywhere. But the "flame" in his heart has been burning in Guo Fan and Xingli's chests. As soon as the training was over, they met with four or five alumni and went straight to Tiananmen Square early the next morning.

It was not yet dawn, and the square was already crowded with many people. The flag-raising area has been fenced off by a standard red line, and every short distance away, there is an armed police soldier standing motionless at the sentry post with a tall body and a straight body, and they are carefully guarding the sacred place of the motherland. "I want to salute them!" Guo Fan unconsciously raised his right hand and saluted them.

There was a bit of commotion in the crowd ahead, and many people raised their cameras. From the gap in the crowd, Guo Fan saw the national flag guards walking over with neat steps, the people were getting bigger and bigger, and the situation was getting clearer and clearer. "The convoy is coming, the convoy is coming." Guo Fan grabbed Xingli's sleeve, and he was so happy in his heart. As soon as Guo Fan looked at Xingli, he was also excitedly waiting for this moment to come.

As the flag bearer raised the corner of the flag to the right, the familiar melody resounded through the square. This song has been engraved in Guo Fan's heart, like a conditioned reflex, he solemnly raised his head and watched the national flag slowly rise, "Get up, people who don't want to be slaves, build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall......" He sang the national anthem silently, and the heat wave rising in his heart reached his throat, and hot tears kept rolling in his eyes. He longed for this scene so much that his childhood dream finally came true today!

Although the ceremony was short-lived, what he left behind was a lasting memory, an unforgettable nostalgia.

The vast Tiananmen Square is filled with tourists from all over the country. The most popular souvenir that everyone buys is the portrait of the old man Mao. His old man is the god in the hearts of the people, without him, how can he stand and be rich.

Guo Fan and Xing Liqiang suppressed the excitement in their hearts, held chrysanthemums in their hands, and walked quietly to the memorial hall to pay tribute to the chairman's remains. His old man's face has been thinned and not as plump as it appears on TV, but his spirit and monument will live forever.

"For me, this is a baptism of the soul." Guo Fan said.