JOSEPH ROBINSON
Stories (2/0)
drip like dragonfly water
Rain, drip like dragonfly water in general in beating the ground, like complaining, but also like in mumbling. Carefully, gently, more like a cry in the heart, let me have a trace of melancholy. The rain continued to fall, and the military training was still going on. Because of the rain, the instructor taught us military songs in the classroom today. At first, I was not interested, but the majestic lyrics and inspiring songs made me feel that the life of a soldier was actually very fulfilling and happy. "Soldiers die for the country, the soul of the territory" is the purpose of the army and the people to make selfless contributions to the people, "unity is strength" let me cherish the time together with this class. One military song after another let me feel that the soldiers are sacred, let me admire them from the heart. At noon, in order to let us relax, the teacher gave us a movie to watch. Although not finished, but let us harvest a lot, feel a lot. In order to participate in the mission, a military couple postponed their marriage. While on a mission, a woman died. There are many, many more stories like this, soldiers sacrifice too much to defend the country and serve the people. When standing military posture, the teacher asked us to stand still, very hard. But the instructor said to us: "The more you want to be in the most tired time, the more you want to persist." As night falls, the second day of military training is also coming to an end. The good and bad results of military training are directly included in our comprehensive archives, so I strive to do better. Military training is very hard, but persistence is victory, some people say: "only enjoy the blessing, there is no hardship." If you do it, do it well. Stars twinkle, dotted the sky, changing into a beautiful starry sky. The brook murmuring and tinkling. Life is so beautiful, the same thing can not be repeated, so cherish every person, every thing, every minute and every second!"Army" is a glorious symbol of the motherland, but also a glorious task; "Training" is a kind of full of vigor and vitality, such as the spirit of flattery. Combined, these two words make for a long, choppy exercise that inspires the heart. The teacher asked us to write a military training diary, I think it should be a composition, because the important thing is not the record of a day, but our experience and inner thoughts. I come from Zhejiang, more than 2,500 kilometers of long-distance travel, for the childhood when I was a boy rooted in the deep heart of the aviation dream, came here is to fight for the dream of childhood. Now that I am half a man, military training has taught me a kind of persistence, unity and responsibility. Near is the responsibility for oneself now, far is the future responsibility for work and family; Teach us no longer wayward, no longer parents pain in the back of the palm of the child, no longer the flowers in the greenhouse, remind us that we have grown up, is a college student. Today is the first day of formal military training, including the military posture, stop the transfer of law, military appearance and collation... There are not many things to learn after a day, but against the overhead sun, I still feel particularly depressed and irritable, and the motionless posture of the army is the torture of a restless big boy! For this, I would like to thank the serious and careful instructors, for wiping the sweat into our eyes is every kind of care, thank you instructors, and we also sweat your hard work! In short, the first day of military training taught us is perseverance, with our unremitting persistence to calm the body's restlessness, let us in the hot sun calm natural cool! Everyone to do their own actions and responsibilities is a collective, in order to achieve the effect of high firewood flame. Flat language can not vividly depict a vivid picture of military training, but it is the true portrayal of my heart.
By JOSEPH ROBINSON11 months ago in The Swamp
also called bamboo
Bamboo, also called bamboo. Bamboo is very common in life, is one of the forest resources, there are "plum orchid bamboo chrysanthemum" one of the four gentlemen, "plum Songzhu" one of the three friends of the cold and so on. There are also several bamboo trees in front of my hometown house. Every time I see her, she is dressed in green clothes and stands there straight. She has the tall and straight bamboo pole of the pine tree, there are so many branches and leaves of the willow tree, and the strong character of the plum blossom smiling in the wind, frost, snow and rain, and the virtues of quiet, elegant, open-minded and enterprising, high moral integrity, and willing to contribute. "Insist that the mountain peak is not relaxed, and the root is in the broken rock." Thousands of grinding thousands of strikes still strong, Ren Er east southwest north wind." This sentence passed down through the ages can be said to write vividly the spiritual quality of bamboo's perseverance and unyielding. One summer, the typhoon, there are ten strong, at that time I thought: such a strong wind, the hometown gate of those bamboo will be broken by their waist, broken bones? Will she be devastated by this? A week after the typhoon, I went back to my hometown, and sure enough, they could not withstand the overwhelming force of the typhoon, but to my surprise, they just bent their waists, and were not broken. The vitality of bamboo is tenacious, and she can survive in adversity with perseverance. The year after the typhoon, when I went to see her again, she stood in front of me dressed in green. Although he endured the whipping and torture of wind, frost, snow and rain throughout the year, she always "insisted on green mountains", devotion, no regrets. I love bamboo, love its tenacity. When the storm comes, they are all energetic and fearless. Even when the wind blows off their branches and the rain breaks their "spines," they still refuse to bow to the storm and stand tall, digging their roots deep into the earth. Like rows of unyielding soldiers, they refused to surrender to the enemy. Ah, bamboo, you are the symbol of life, is the unyielding messenger!Flowers quietly open, flowers gently fall, all such as the alternation of the season, open into blossoming beautiful completed a land in full bloom! Flowers have a subtle sound, in the covered with fragrance of the future and yellow flowers above stepping out a string of creaking sound, in September maybe somewhere will be open flowers, I really want to appreciate! Flowers so into my world, opened into a blossoming youth as gorgeous colors, for a long time, it became a colorful garden, they are blooming, but not competing, they are tightly hold a group of quiet bloom one day, two days, three days, open like the stars, I did not say to others I have a beautiful small garden! Because she belongs to me, is a garden for me. Flowers are a kind of happiness, and the garden is a continuation of the growth of happiness. Flowers make people happy, flowers make people sad, I am a person who likes to see flowers and likes to see flowers fall, quiet view flowers to see flowers lightly, Realize flowers wither and fly to walk at the end of the summer, the pursuit of home, "the kind of sad beauty, how many people are intoxicated by flowers, flowers fall and lift how many people's feelings of sadness, if the flowers are for the love of flowers to open, the flowers fall who flowers fall, the beauty of the death, the end of the life of flowers, no one will understand, and no one wants to understand more Deep, light there is a kind of sadness filled with heart, just want to die with her, leaving only the residual fragrance, taking away the troubles of the world, thousands of years ago, there are poets for her shed tears of vicissitudes of life for thousands of years, and how many people succumb to her sad sadness, There are poets cloud: falling red is not heartless things, into spring mud more protective flowers, there have also been poets cloud: falling flowers intentionally with water, water merciless love, I firmly believe that flowers have feelings, flowers and people, flowers fall, a strange season, a strange time! I love flowers, I love flowers fall, I just like to see her open, look at her fall, flowers bloom I will cherish. People are like this, many happy things will slowly forget, many sad things but how can not forget.
By JOSEPH ROBINSON11 months ago in Trader