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National Day always brings people joy, poetry, imagination, longing, and hope. This year's autumn is extraordinary and even more unusual. In this beautiful season, every square kilometer of hot land in the Republic is soaked with joy and happiness, flowing with sweetness and singing. The 1.2 billion Chinese children release golden ideals and rose longings with their heroic and passionate singing, and release rock-solid beliefs and poems that praise the great motherland.

Fugui and others gathered in the auditorium early in the morning to watch the military parade for the 50th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. After the brigade leader and political commissar finished speaking, amid the warm applause of the comrades, the prelude of the military parade had already played on the big screen. When General Secretary Jiang took a car to review the neat square array and yelled hard to the inspection troops, Fugui's eyes were wet.

The military flag flutters, the military songs are loud, the motors roar, and the iron flows roll. When the military horns ring together, the familiar and high melody is drawn out, and the magnificent and majestic music is like a sudden tide, forming a shaking symphony that shakes the sky and the earth. "Forward, forward, forward, forward, our team is facing the sun..."

When I saw the neat team walking neat and powerful steps with a powerful lineup, majestic momentum, excellent equipment and high morale, like the rapid water flowing out of the gate, like a rolling tide, like a horse galloping on the wasteland, passing by the majestic military music, accepting the review of the country, and accepting the review of the people. As a member of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, the blood of wealth seemed to boil. He felt deeply proud and proud of being a member of the Chinese People's Liberation Army!

Yes, this is the soldier, this is the middle-aged man who is "a mighty teacher, a victorious teacher, and a civilized teacher"!

Listening to the passionate melody and looking at the mighty figure, the rich eyes gradually blurred. The ancient Great Wall raised its unyielding chest, the rushing Yangtze River rolled up its heroic waves, shining military emblems, and neat steps shocked the hearts of every comrade!

Amid the deafening sound of the warlock, Fugui couldn't help but think of himself. Since he put on camouflage and stepped onto this hot land, he has always adhered to a belief that he is a soldier, and wearing this military uniform means a responsibility. On the road he chose, he has experienced hardships, cruel hardships, and the threat of death. However, he survived with his strong will!

As the captain said just now: We have had bitter pursuits, we have dreams, we have ambitions, we have countless happiness and joys, we have all possessed them, we have experienced them, and we will always be proud of what we have experienced and what we have!

The military parade did not end until noon. After dinner, Fugui and Xiaoyu walked out of the cafeteria. Because they had a half-day vacation, they could rest in the afternoon. The comrades gathered together in groups of three or three to talk about the National Day parade in the morning. From their faces, Fugui could read two identical words: Pride!

Sateng clenched his fists tightly and said excitedly: "It's really exciting. To be honest, I always thought we were too hard and tired before. I really wanted to leave here one day, but today I watched the military parade and I was really proud of me as one of them!"

Yang Aiguo nodded and said, "Strengthen our military spirit and strengthen our country's power. The captain said it is really good. It's a pity that we cannot participate in the military parade, otherwise our family will be able to see our mighty figures on TV and will definitely be proud of us."

"How do we pass the time in the afternoon?" Du Lei looked at everyone inquiringly: "Why do you want to drive out for an afternoon together?"

Liu Long shook his head and said, "Come on, what if we go out at dawn? Will you do it with him? Every time I go out with him, I will be punished. I want to go to you. I'll go to the back mountain to have fun."

Xiaoyu nodded and said, "That's right. Let's go to the back mountain to see the autumn colors are pretty good. The poplar leaves there should be yellow."

Standing in the back mountain, there is a vastness everywhere. A gust of wind passes, and the bare trunks are trembling with a few dead leaves that they refuse to leave, swirling. But the poplar forest in the distance shows its elegance and unyieldingness. In the cold wind, it shakes with yellow tragic tragedy. It is a free and easy without embellishment and a loneliness that does not care about the prosperity of the world. On the empty Gobi, it sets off the blue sky and white clouds. It is a kind of extremely gorgeous and sad beauty. It makes people want to shed a few lines of sad tears, but is shocked by the tenacious life, and is willing to suddenly develop a kind of heroism from the chest.

"The cold moon roars and the wind clears, sprinkles the border. I sigh that a handful of thin soil covers the iron bones of loyal souls. Who pity the heroes' return? The Qiang flute is quiet and gentle, and it is hard to tell the heroes' tears. Unforgettable, the comrades died young and blood sprinkled on the battlefield. A drop of clear tears, the heroes' sad songs and dreams are hard to return. I think of the cold halberd of the crescent moon, and the wind reveals the bones. If there is a next life, I will surely be a sword and sweep the sky! The remaining enemies, the flags are flying, and I am willing to use the blood and heart to build the Great Wall of the border!!"

Xiao Yu silently stroked every word on the inscription of Liangzi, turned his head and said, "Every time I came here, I felt very sad when I read this inscription. I once blamed Liming for being too tragic. But today I saw the military parade, and suddenly felt a sense of pride, pride, and magnificent. Really, although Liangzi left, he was worth it, because people will never forget their comrades who died for the stability, unity and sacrificed their lives for the stability, unity of the motherland."

In fact, wealth and honor also think so. He always thinks that they are just legends. Just like the snowflakes falling from the Gobi Desert, they will be forgotten in the transformation of the seasons. But when he sees the military emblem shining on TV, the mighty steps, and the passionate military songs, he knows that he is wrong. In fact, it is not just their brigade guarding the territory of the motherland. In addition to them, there are thousands of soldiers together to defend the integrity of the motherland.

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When the last dead leaf on the treetops was blown down by the cold wind and floated aimlessly on the empty fields, the cold wind from Siberia was accompanied by a solemn atmosphere, and frantically rolled up the dust that covered the sky and the sun, and roared in the vast and empty Gobi day and night.

The thick calendar on the wall was torn off by Fugui, just like the time of day, passing by inadvertently at the fingertips. It’s almost Spring Festival. Fugui looked at the calendar in his hand, rubbed it in his hand, and then tore it apart. When he threw it in the wind, these papers that were originally filled with heavy memories of Fugui, like snowflakes falling outside, facing the cold north wind, gradually disappeared in the hurried pace of time...

Fugui suddenly hated this season of snowflakes flying. Although he had longed for snow before, this season was too harsh, especially in this empty Gobi Desert, the world is the same color, and the desolate scenery is all over the world. Perhaps such a hidden weather will always change people's mood.

This winter comes early, will it snow in my hometown? After the afternoon training, Fugui thought silently at the flying snow all over the sky.

He suddenly thought of the lonely tombstone, and his heart suddenly tightened. Every time he thought of the mountain village surrounded by green smoke, there would be endless pain coming to his heart, but he didn't expect that the huge sadness would surging into a river, almost causing wealth to collapse. He stood there blankly, letting the past pass by, faintly touching the pain in his heart.

The snow stopped, and the snow on the trees in the yard kept falling down, falling into the neck of Fugui, and it was cool. He sighed softly. Perhaps a few years later, a sudden heavy snow on this desolate and vast Gobi Desert will lock his memory in this desolate and tragic northwest desert, and his sour memories may become a permanent bleak as time goes by.

There was a shout from the training ground, and he turned around and looked at the training ground covered with thick snow. Du Shengli accompanied a colonel deputy director who came to visit the team members to train.

He was about to return to the dormitory when he saw Dawn standing in the corner of the training ground, covered in snowflakes, standing there in a daze, looking at his team members thoughtfully.

Fugui is a bit strange. From the day Liming decided to say goodbye to being single, almost Xuanyang's entire military camp knew about it, fearing that others would not know that he had found a very beautiful fiancée. He was used to seeing Zhang Yang, but he was really not used to him, and he would even think quietly.

Fugui arrived in front of him, but he was always alert and didn't notice it. It was not until Fugui helped him bounce the snow on his body that he woke up like a dream and gave Fugui a blank look: "What are you doing secretly?"

Fugui looked along his sight, and there was nothing unusual except Du Shengli accompanied the lieutenant colonel to patrol among the team members. He joked: "What are you thinking about standing here? Are you going back to get married and you have a little overenergy?"

Li Ming grabbed his clothes and shook the snowflakes on his body, and said seriously: "Fugui, I have an immature idea: I want to set up a quick response team."

"Quick reaction team?" Fugui looked at him: "Did our brigade react fast enough? Why did you suddenly remember this?"

Li Ming shook his head and looked at Fugui and asked, "Hurry? I don't think it's fast enough. For example, in your last action, if I had such a quick reaction team, I could support you within an hour, you can think about it, what's the effect? ​​It can not only reduce our own casualties, but also quickly and suddenly strike the enemy and maximize our combat intentions."

Fugui thought about it and suddenly felt that although his idea was bold, it was a feasible solution. If there was such a team in their assault that day, it could not only wipe out all the drug dealers, but also avoid casualties between himself and his comrades. He asked: "If such a team is really built, what do you think?"

Li Ming smiled: "This is just an immature idea. I haven't reported it to the captain yet. If the captain passes," he looked at the team members training in the snowfield and said: "I will select the best team members from my squadron to participate. You won't doubt the ability of our team members, right? They are hungry wolves in the Gobi Desert."

Fugui knew that through this assault, the young players fought bravely, especially Jiao Ji and Chengchun also made third-class merits, which has always been Liming's pride. He smiled slightly and said, "These players are really newborn calfs and are not afraid of tigers, and they are really terrible. Liming, I know who do you plan to be the captain of this quick reaction team."

"Oh?" Li Ming turned around and looked at Fugui: "Can you guess?" After saying that, he hugged Fugui and said, "It's too cold here, let's talk while walking."

The shadows of Jiao Ji and Cheng Chun flashed out of Fugui's mind. He knew that these two were Li Ming's beloved generals. If they really wanted to form a quick reaction team, the captain's candidate would not run out of these two candidates. The thick snow made a squeaking sound under his feet. Fugui thought for a while and said, "Although Jiao Ji was brave in combat, it seemed to be a little less rational, so I think Cheng Chun was the most suitable candidate." After saying that, he looked at Li Ming: "I guess right?"

Li Ming turned his head and looked at Fugui, and said with a smile: "It seems that you really understand them. You guessed it, I really planned that way. Cheng Chun is usually taciturn, but he has many tricks. Among these young team members, the cohesion of their team is the best. As a quick response team, cohesion is the most important. Just like a wolf pack, the head wolf must not only be cunning and wise, but also be good at stimulating the wildness of each wolf to the maximum extent. This is the only condition for considering this candidate."

They were about to go upstairs when a team member came to the back and saluted and shouted to Li Ming: "Report to the captain, someone took photos at the No. 6 post. We stopped him a few times, but the man didn't listen and even said something sarcastic."

"What?" Li Ming glared at the team member angrily: "Who has eaten the courage of the leopard and dares to take pictures here? Let's go and see!"

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