Application forms written to the motherland after 00 soldiers

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Dong Qingyue was born in Shandong in 2000 and later joined the army to northwest. He is a young warrior and a young poet. Tonight's "Guan Shanyue" shares a set of poems from this post -00 warrior with you.

Application for the motherland

Author: Dong Qingyue

"Application for the Motherland"

Anchor: Cao Xuguang

Motherland! I want to use my purest love

With my most vigorous, most vigorous eighteen nine years old

It's like a piece of white paper, using my most deafening shouting

The most ferocious fist, write an application for you

Motherland! Please use your huge storm hands

Drag me into Badan Jilin Desert

Do not give a plant and a drop of water

With your hottest, Sanfu Sky Sun

Taking sand as a furnace, Shuofeng as a shovel

Turn me to bake me

Let me cultivate a fire eye golden eyes

Recognize the incubation enemy

Please freeze me! Use your lowest temperature in winter

The mighty north wind, the overwhelming snow

Tear me, cover my defects and scattered hearts

Make me calmly

Standing there so straight

Or sniper in the snow

Like a big tree

Fighting at the upward target

Please melt me! Any place to flutter the banner

It's all your melting furnaces, the power ranges from tiles to a kilowatrous watt

And I always regenerate as a piece of iron, of course, I still need it

Several iron people, "Ding Ding Ding Ding", with the endurance of steel

Let me become a sword -gun spear -like sharp, covered with cold light

Or throw me into the wolf group. I want to tell myself

Always obey the command. I also have to learn to run skills

Have extraordinary physical strength. When necessary, the ears extend flat flat

Back hair stands up, his lips are wrinkled, the incisor is exposed

Bow back, roar -from beginning to terminal police

Or trap me in the deepest part of the ocean. Become your arms

A cold -blooded fish, rejecting oxygen education

Hidden gender, origin and name. Even if the earth suddenly

Crack, the seawater is raging for a moment, rolling

I will swim in depth with all the momentum of all things

Motherland! I have a strong wish

Eighteen or nine -year -old I want to have an unbeatable force

This wish has made my life a lot a lot

"forest"

Anchor: Li Yi

Scattered grass can be omitted

The wide Bardan Jilin, now there are us left

Step in one foot, be deep in one foot, or slide down

Just like the fine sand of living and accumulation of love on the tip of the wind

No form of pause is needed

Even if it is rotating, it is a way forward

Your cheek and forehead are still full

Fine sand thorn scars

You glance at the watch bracelet: thirty -seven kilometers

But your location is only outside the Bardan Jilin Desert

At this time you want to have a pair of wings, like the top of the head

The eagle of the Panpan, veto the big mind of Badan Jilin

Then you close your eyes and shake your head

You said, so you can't be a tree.

Wearing olive green clothes, in Badan Jilin

It must be a green tree, a forest

All the columns can be green into the backbone of Shashan

Green to the highest sand peak, embrace each other and penetrate each other

Then raise a banner

All the singing sounds start like this

All the songs are like the flag of the strong wind

Strong, wild, potential

Then shout: We are forests!

Then continue to wear, slide down, crawl, stand upright

Continue to be humble, rough, silent

"sunflower"

Anchor: Yang Qinyi

They became a sunflower like this:

The wind reaches the eighth level, the only branches of Badan Jilin

Break. Hundreds of warriors

In Badan Jilin, in the direction of the sunset

Hold your hand, leave the call sign in the air

If you want to see a little bit

A little closer, touch their skin, cheeks

Gently touch your fingers

You seem to touch the sweat hidden in the meat

Now they are surrounded by a circle and jumped to sing

The lip of my lips, always smiling

Responsible for suffering, eating sand, and eating soil

Take a slow shot to shoot them

What a mature posture, how calm and humility

They are undoubtedly the most tough

Never fell down, never broken

They are silent, have the clearest love

"Special Warriors"

Anchor: Jin Shuai

At the end of the sunset, it gathers its wings

I rotate the zoom ring

Try to fix its serious expression

I was thinking, the desert is west and the dust is not stained

Is it my next stop

There is a knife hidden here, a slap

Pat my face red, December Batan Jilin

The vast, dripping into the cold of the water, knock everything down

The owner of Badan Jilin -Special Warriors

I am coming! I have taken pictures for you

How can I automatically focus on the wind and sand shock

And my camera's shutter is frozen, the battery

Also lost the efficiency, let's write poems for you

Follow your every move, use Shuo Feng

One followed, one horizontal and vertical, one hand and one stubborn

Writing fourteen lines is a action to capture the enemy's fist

I walked along the shortest spine of Shafeng, when I rolled out the manuscript paper

I can't help but trust, blessings and praise

Give it to you

But your heart is also made of meat

Who will distinguish your tears that you are covered by sandstorms

"We are closest to the stars"

Anchor: Cui Shuang

Under the steel blue sky is rigorous appearance

The cloud, below the cloud is extremely dense, hustle and bustle

Snow, fall down. A bright red banner in the snow

Exhibition in the wind

Nourishing a long -term song

This is a steep slope of nearly seventy degrees on Hewei Beach

Oxygen, low -pressure, raging wind snow

Pochi, the needle is as cold as a needle

As if you will have an illusion, the world is far from you

You dare not move forward, just pull the lens

You see soldiers and dogs wearing white cold clothes

Low the front line, soak the hand in the cold snow

Crazy, or dive with your chest

His legs are sinking, falling down, and deep trap ...

The gait does not step into the enemy's trap in one step

If the lens is lifted to the height of Baiyun

You said that they had two wings, like the same one

Eagle, with the voice of gold and sharp eyes

Put the road in the sky

Walk from daytime to night, from night to dawn

Or grow into a tree

You can't distinguish you who like the border defense

Which one is fixed and moves the warm boundary monument all year round

Who said, "swallowing despair is a good man, we

Close to the stars "

Your right hand crosses your chest and salutes to whom

The snow stopped, a team of soldiers held the banner

Bloom all the way along the snow ridge

——The motherland is very close to you!

You shed tears, a drop of tears is a bright heart

"Go, go to Hewei Beach to patrol"

Anchor: Hao Gao Pan

"Must be facing the wind -stand!"

What I said at Hewei Beach is dragging Feng Fei

A blooming flower blooms on the slope

One footprint covers another footprint

A sound of dancing, from the flag

From the rituals of the boots filled with water

soldiers

I walked with the sun on the ground together

At the bottom of the slope, the wind talked about the thousands of postures about taking pictures with me

And the only height I can look up

It is oblique along the hillside

The blue sky is soothing and moving, the green clouds

If you use the camera to love, Baiyun is one by one

It grows into a tree, more like a huge whole

At this time, the blade of the wind gradually produced the sheath and gradually plump

Then rush to me crazy

Only wait, wait patiently, wait calmly

Press the upper body, like one capsule

Broadcast the seeds, use a backpack rope to pull the correction

Then take a big step and advance bravely

If you magnify the camera again, I see their faces dark red

Blinds with green lips and cracks, sunlight needle carved blisters

Like freezing flowers.

When looking up, a snowflake drifted into my eyes

Let me live in a dry land for a long time

Wet

The company commander holding the military dog ​​has already said

Turn over the hillside, break through the glaciers, bite the popsicle when you are thirsty

In this place where Tibetan antelopes can't stay

Despair is a good medicine

(Some pictures come from the Internet)

Use beautiful text and sound

Passing the power of arriving in the heart

I wish you good night!

Author | Dong Qingyue

Dong Qingyue was born in Shandong in 2000, and later joined the army to Jiuquan, Gansu. The works are published in "The Liberation Army Literature and Art", "PLA Daily", "olive green", "Poetry", "Star", "Shandong Literature" and "West", etc., and publishing the collection of poetry "West to the West" and "The Eagle of the Desert" (Junior Military Poetry Collection).

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