Yue Shengguanshan, the young man was a major of the Army that year

Author:Xilu Qiangjun Time:2022.09.15

Moon Night in the eyes of the Major

Author: Yu Jili anchor: Jin Shuai

In northern Shaanxi in my hometown, there is a folk song called "The Moon is the Hometown", and I often hum in the war camp night.

I have lived on the plateau in recent years, and I found that the moon in the plateau is more quiet. One night, it was difficult to fall asleep for a long time.

When I was young, every time the moon rose, the relatives ended the work of working for a day. Everyone sat in the yard with a cup of legs, snoringly drinking her grandmother for two or three hours of millet mung bean porridge, sandwiched and dried Mang Jing, a steamed bun is a big meal.

At that time, I was still young. I did n’t wait for the elders to come back. I ate it first under the care of Grandpa. Now I think it may be the reason why there are less bowls at home. The adults were eating and chatting. I was lying in the yard and listening to my brother, watching the moon drill into the clouds, and became dark by the clouds. On the top of my head, when I was able to look at it, I could still see someone fighting on the moon. My head did not dare to ask the elders, for fear of missing this scene, Grandpa teased me: Yes, the moon staged the Journey to the West!

After entering elementary school, the sun is the happiest time when we are the happiest partners. Hidemodia -catching was the largest game at that time. Both the older and young children in the village were together. Every corner of the village was chasing and running. Every time I was found, because I would hide it. At this time, I was lying on my secret base, watching the moon quietly, and fantasizing how to play on the moon.

However, the simple happiness of childhood is gone.

In 2006, I put on military uniforms and stepped on the train to the barracks. The compulsory soldiers spent the two years in the beautiful Inner Mongolia. Every nightclub on duty on duty has a gentle moonlight with me. The moon looks like a shy little girl, and I can't guess which mountains it will come out slowly.

In the midsummer in 2008, I was surprised to receive a notice from the military academy. That day, my heart was surging, not only because I received the red admission notice, but also because the holy fire of the Beijing Olympics was also passed on to the station. The night fell, and the bright moon of this ancient city looked at me quietly, as if reminding me not to forget my original self, and encouraging me, the new journey will still be accompanied by it.

After graduating from the military academy, I applied to return to the northwest, back to my place I nostalgic, and after the troops adjusted the reform, I came to the youngest land navigation brigade of the entire army.

When my father came to the station to see me for the first time, I took him to see the camp. The visits a day made the veteran who had been in service very happy. That night I watched him in the opposite bed and couldn't sleep. "Go to the camp area!" My father said softly. The two of us took advantage of the moonlight on the road where the camp was not very broad and flat. He said to me, "Look at you, just like looking at myself, seeing that I have left the green barracks that I have left for more than 30 years ..."

Before the Spring Festival a year, the wife who served in a certain army in the western theater took the child to the unit to accompany me for the New Year. Let's make dumplings, watch the Spring Festival Gala, and stand on the couple. It was a sweet and meaningful New Year. The family of three of our family came to the playground to watch the fireworks organized by the unit. A variety of fireworks dragged the tail flames to bloom in the sky. Open, the bigger and colorful light reflected on our face, reflecting the "August 1" military emblem in front of the auditorium.

In the first few years when I was in the Launanidi Brigade, I often went to the mountain next to the camp to enjoy the moon. At the time of the moon, the bright moonlight was evenly sprinkled in every corner of the camp, and it was sprinkled on a fighting eagle on the apron, making the original dark body whiter.

Last year, we moved to the long -awaited Xinying District. The moon in the plateau was bright, and the bright moon was hung in the middle of the wilderness. The moon here seemed to be brighter, and the snowy mountains in the distance were shined by the moon. The comrades in the camp are busy under the moonlight, some sorting out the combat reserve materials, some cleaned up the new home, and some of them were holding the war eagle to the new hangar ...

One night a night ago, my son and me said in the video that I wanted to see the moon in the plateau. I walked out of the dormitory. At this time, the moon was hung in the southeast. I walked near the tower, and the airport in the camera exclaimed my son: "Dad! I see the moon in the plateau, we are all under the moon!"

Yes, we are all under the moon, but under the moon, you and I are thousands of miles away ...

Day after day, year after year. We are changing every year in the moonlight, and the moon is still the bright moon in childhood.

The military camp is looking at the moon, looking at the moon, but looking at the heart, the hometown, and the thought of the motherland and loved ones. This dream of the family and country is also the power of contemporary soldiers under the dream of a strong army in the new era.

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Passing the power of arriving in the heart

I wish you good night!

Author | Yu Jili

Yu Jili, a major brigade of the 76th Army, loves reading, writing, and photography.

Anchor | Jin Shuai

Jin Shuai, a soldier soldier of the 77th Army, loves broadcast hosting, news writing and dubbing.

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