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When she returned to the army, Fugui always thought of Liangzi's mother in his mind. When she recalled the moment she took his urn, the grief howling sounded in his ears all the time. Until they said goodbye, she leaned at the door, staring at them blankly, muttering Liangzi's name. Fugui did not look back. He didn't want to see those red and swollen eyes, and even more unwilling to see her gray hair fluttering in the cold wind.

Walking far away, looking back, you can still see the thin figure standing silently in the autumn wind, looking at her clothes, letting the cold wind lift her clothes. Fugui wanted to cry at that time, and he seemed to feel that it was his mother looking at him from afar, hoping that his son would return safely as soon as possible. At that moment, Fugui understood that all mothers in the world were like this!

On New Year's Day, it was also a celebration. Liangzi was recognized as the second-class merit, and the rest of the fighters were all third-class merit except Li Ming. When Deputy Commander Niu solemnly sealed the Huang Cancan military medal in Fugui's chest, Fugui suddenly felt a sense of pride in his heart. This military medal was their blood and sweat, and even their dedication. Perhaps, only they could truly understand the weight condensed in this military medal.

After the meeting, it was a literary performance of the condolence group, and he was not in the mood to appreciate it, although those performances were indeed wonderful.

He walked out of the auditorium silently.

The sky gradually became colder. The tall poplar trees in the courtyard were already bare. The moonlight gradually climbed up to the treetops, and the remaining dead leaves fell, adding a bit of desolation and bleakness to this season, telling the confusion and melancholy.

Another full moon night!

Once upon a time, he once hoped to see the round moon, liked to see the silver light scattered on the ground, liked to think of his own thoughts silently under the moonlight, and liked to give his family and comrades a sincere blessing under the moonlight. However, this full moon day made him feel sad.

Those dusty days have not yet been able to light up the last glimmer of hope in life, and they have fallen into this lost season. Those sad melodies gently caress the wounds of memory, but in the end they cannot warm the hands full of sadness and confusion.

Memory is like this bright moonlight, gradually spreading in his heart. Perhaps, as people grow older, uneasy and loneliness will gradually accompany them. They walk on the track of time and space, gliding on the track of life, heading north, those hurried backs can no longer follow the footsteps of time, and a cold loess will forever bury the smile of the past.

He stroked the military medal on his chest. This military medal was once thought it was far away. It was just a distant dream for him as a soldier. However, it was really hanging on his chest, shining under the moonlight. This is honor and the supreme pride of the soldiers. However, when the smoke of gunpowder rises again, the military horns are loud, and once vivid lives are integrated into this vast Gobi Desert. Those once familiar names are ruthlessly engraved on the cold stone tablet. I really don’t know whether those immortal names and their stories will be sung by the season? Will that orange-yellow military medal wet the faces of many parents?

I used to like heavy snow, like to watch the flying snowflakes flying in the sky, like to watch the snowflakes floating gently in the palm of my hand, but I reject the cold winter. He didn't know whether the thick snow melted away in the spring season, will the old friend still leave traces?

The snow has passed without trace, it turns out that there is really no eternity in this world! What is eternal is just human memory!

Perhaps, the captain was right: A few years later, you are recalling your youth, in the distant Gobi Desert, defending the dignity of soldiers and defending the integrity of territory in the distant Gobi Desert. At that time, you will definitely feel extremely proud of your silent efforts at this time!

Fugui sighed, and with this sigh, he suddenly felt a sense of ease that had never been before. On this cold night, he felt his blood boiling. Perhaps, there would be a day when his battle robe would be integrated into this hot land, and his name would be deeply engraved. He turned his name into immortality, and believed that their stories would be sung by the seasons!

The wind blows by, thin, cool, and gentle, as if it was brushing his eyebrows inadvertently. In this quiet years, you can quietly listen to the elegant and clear sound of the wind chimes in a curtain of idle sorrow, and think of the flying fragrance of willow catkins. I believe that you will smell the fragrance of flowers in the afterglow of the sunset not far away, let the charming fragrance enter the heart, moisten the affection, tease the softness hidden deep in your heart, and let all the quiet promises find a perfect and beautiful destination.
Chapter completed!