Prose of our soldiers

After work, I met my friend. My friends used to be a group of soldiers, demobilized cadres from enterprises transferred to other places, laid-off and unemployed people. But I have been a soldier all my life. I envy them and worship them. Years of army training have given them the spirit and perseverance to overcome difficulties. Nowadays, they have embarked on the road of self-employment, or re-employment, and have become the pacesetters praised and imitated by others. They, with the courage and fighting spirit of the soldiers, bravely marched forward on the rugged road of life.

Now is a time of peace, but the charm of soldiers is still indifferent. Clashing iron, hot-blooded man, who is not fascinated by a fighting spirit and a battlefield, and who is not ready, ready and looking forward to it? The men in the barracks will never regret the experience of being a soldier. Their work efficiency is always amazing, they do things neatly and never drag their feet. Be considerate and polite to officers and men, corporal. Although you are a solemn soldier, your appearance always makes you feel a kind of frankness and goodwill. Happiness at work is a principle of soldiers. Doing everything with your heart and trying to do your best is another principle of theirs. It is such a man with grace and tolerance who once interpreted the scenery in the military camp. .....

Now I see that once again, they braved the heavy snow, rain or shine, not afraid of the cold, waving shovels. ...

They are all in their prime, all warm-blooded children, and all good children of the people. We will not forget it, and neither will history. They warm people's hearts. When I was at school, I read the article "Who is our cutest person". When people reach middle age, they hear the song "Our Soldiers" and sit in the office. Every time I look up at the five-star red flag flying on the flagpole outside the window, I will think of them. They are deeply imprinted in my heart. Their elegant demeanour fluttered on the flags of * * * and China, and their blood dyed it red. From the establishment of * * * and the country to today's prosperity, they are the people's soldiers, and they are our protectors. The Prime Minister said: It's up to you when the people have raised you. They repaid the people with their actions! They just said, "This is what our soldiers look like."

Once, I heard "Our Soldiers", which was very touching. When I listened to it again today, I couldn't help but burst into tears. Perhaps, the title of soldier is a kind of sacrifice, getting an invisible comfort and losing a faint disappointment! The years of joining the army are a process of germination and maturity with tears and sweat. During this period, only soldiers know how much they have gained and how much they have lost. Because they know that love is in their hearts. ....

Pay tribute to our most lovely people!