After removing the title, what did the female soldier go?

Author:Xilu Qiangjun Time:2022.09.29

Mingyue came out of the mountain, and the vast clouds. Welcome to the "Guanshan Yue" in Xilu Ye.

Haizi said: "We all have to travel far in the end, and finally say goodbye to ourselves from the immature ourselves. Farewell to the same as the ascetic ascetic." Farewell is a mood, and farewell is also a decision. Tonight, let's continue to follow the author Zhang Liang to send a farewell female soldier.

After removing the title, what did the female soldier go?

Author: Zhang Liang anchor: Yang Qinyi

"Woo--" After a sense of ritual, the train stopped. The arms from the Northwest Gobi arrived at the uninstalled location at noon on this day.

In the past three days and four nights, this army was like a shuttle shuttle, carrying us in the military time of swallows and Afang, and silently penetrated half of China.

When I was still immersed in the atmosphere like a smoke, I was surprised to find that these female soldiers who had just laughed and fell into trouble had a smile in the blink of an eye, her face, my eyes, my eyes, my eyes, my eyes, my eyes, my eyes Light up! They were all armed one by one, and they were full of refreshing atmosphere!

"Get off!" Lianyao Yao Luyao raised his head, glanced at the team in front of him, and issued an order. Then he turned and jumped out of the car. None of the female soldiers who had already arranged behind her, but just bowed their heads and jumped one by one.

When I jumped out of the car and followed, the last female soldier was more than ten meters away from me. Looking forward, more than a dozen female soldiers are grabbing the place where they are combined everywhere, rushing to climb the train tablet ...

I put on the shot on a small stone pier, holding my breath, and capturing the close -up of these female soldiers-

I saw on the roof of three or four meters from the ground, the squad leader of Aru with glasses stomped to his toes and rotated the screws quickly at the same time at the same time; In the case, take a hammer and hit the screw under the hammer; on the pillow wood outside the rails, the oldest female soldier, the oldest female soldier, holds her arms and holds a large sea tong, cut hard with the roughness. The wire ...

They jumped inside and outside the rails, climbing up and down the chariot, the muscles' lines appeared on the arms, the iron vascular blood vessels were exposed at the temple, and the crystal, turbid sweat beads slid down the hair tip and neck ... Under the sun at noon, it looks like a copper version of the movement.

With such a intense scene, there was no one's voice. No one issued an order, and even worshiped the division of labor. Some of them are busy alone, and some of them cooperate with each other, but they have tightened their lips one by one, and they seem to be determined not to show a word. This is the female soldiers who love to read poems and paintings on the train, like to make masks, and cry and say "want to go home"?

For a while, the two images of the world flashed alternately and stacked together, which made me a little bit embarrassing. What magic of this women's missile can a female soldier have such a rich and moving side? Intersection

This day is the last day of swallows and Afang on the army. In the evening, the headlights on the east side of the team were on. The "Sending Veteran" bonfire party organized by the company entered the countdown, and the music sent by the veterans and the smoke of barbecue were surrounded by the headlights in the mid -air.

"Veterans -Plug -in!"

Anyone who has been a soldier knows that the most painful time in the entire military years is the moment of the "unloading rank", the kind of pain seemed to be picked up a piece of mark that was burned on you that year.

"For the veterans -registered army!" This password seemed to open the gate to the dam, and the huge basketball court instantly became the ocean of tears.

Swallow swayed his head slightly to prevent the light from looking at her face; Afang was desperately raised, and the light was hitting her face, but she saw tears into a river; Cheng Qiao still stood upright, but her shoulders were on the shoulder Swing down ...

The collar flowers were unscrewed -the chest markers were removed -the rank of the army was removed ... These female soldiers 'beautiful military uniforms removed all the soldiers' logos, those metal, shiny, and heroic symbols like lightning passing, Hidden, the night sky faded instantly!

At the same time, the sound of music became louder, and the smoke of barbecue began to diffuse. These female soldiers -let us call them as female soldiers, and finally stop making any restraint. They began to cry freely and cry out. From this moment, in the long years, they will never return to the soldiers!

I stood under the basketball rack and silently recorded the most abused moment of the army with the camera -there were two female soldiers who cried together, and three or four female soldiers cried together. The squad leader, some soldiers held each other in the same year, they cried and said, talking and crying ...

I took the scene in front of this. What kind of magic is there in the place where the army has, so that people can cry so much when they leave it! What did these female soldiers invest in the troops and what they left, so that they were so sad when they left!

The bonfire party began. When Afang stationed in front of the projection, on behalf of all the veterans made a final farewell speech, I found a swallow in the barber room behind the projection. As the chief hairdresser of the company, she was sending to a comrade -in -arms, and the man was her soldier Aru. Before leaving, Aru asked the swallow to give himself again.

Through the mirror, I found that Aru, who had been in tears just now, was full of tears at this moment. She choked and shouted: "I don't cry! You all go, just leave me alone! I don't cry!"

Swallow silently gave her, and gently comforted: "I know you are the most bitter in your heart ..." A word was even more fierce.

The next morning, when I came to this female soldier again, I learned that the veterans such as Yanzi and Afang had left the night and early morning. What surprised me was that the company that drowned in tears last night seemed to have returned to normal. The tears on the female soldiers' faces had been dry, and they were busy.

When she went to bid farewell to Yao Lianchang, she had just arranged for the new backbone of the company. Yao Lian, who was sitting on the front step of the company's door, said: "From me to the head of the company, we must cry like this when they are farewell, but when we cry, we will pass. We will not be immersed in that emotion. Middle. Work must continue, life must continue, and a new round of tasks have come over. We have no time to think about this at all. And every year there are veterans walking, and there are recruits. Every year, recruits are different, and they can be the same. Bring some fresh things to the company ... "

Leaving the company, I rushed to the teaching team and went to see Arian, the deputy squad leader in charge of the recruit mission. She said that the recruit is coming in two days. What she thought about now is to bring a group of good soldiers for the company!

Alian also told me that she and another newly formed women's missile with another group forces were brought to the backbone of recruits. These days, she did not hesitate to tell them the lessons and lessons of their Jianlian years. Alian said that she was looking forward to more and more female soldiers like them, making female soldiers more and more indispensable for the Chinese army!

When I left, I took a piece of dark green stone presented by Afang. I know that in another autumn, there will be a group of female soldiers who pick up stones on the vast Gobi Beach. The silhouette of the swallow bent down picking the stone will always be engraved in my mind.

It was the image of Chinese female soldiers -beauty, emotional, and strong.

(The picture part comes from the Internet)

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Author | Zhang Liang

Zhang Liang, the PLA reported the grass -roots group of the Political Workshop.

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Anchor | Yang Qinyi

Yang Qinyi, currently the students of East China Normal University broadcasting and hosting art majors, have served in a red military division in the Xinjiang Military Region. They are willing to continue to convey the beauty in the barracks with a warm voice.

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