Story prose in ellipsis

My son often uses "..." instead of greeting on QQ. Whenever these six typical points appear, I am a little ecstatic and can't help calling his name, as if he were near me. Only then did I know that his mobile phone was sent down again, and he was greeting me in his usual way.

At the weekend, this "..." appeared again, accompanied by a simple sentence he just updated: "The new training is over ...". I quickly asked his nickname to answer the phone. At the other end of the phone, he immediately reported his new training assessment results to me by voice, saying: four sampling tests, the rules and physical fitness are good; Pull-ups were not pulled well, only seven were pulled, and eight were excellent; Excellent running. Encourage praise quickly, followed by a round of bombing of various problems. My son took pains to answer them one by one, which not only solved our doubts, but also reported his training and life for a week and exchanged feelings with each other.

My son is a freshman in the military academy. He just went through the most important and bitter stage after joining the army and received brand-new training. In two months, I feel that he has grown up a lot, and he is no longer the weak scholar who has never experienced wind and rain before. The new training has sharpened his will, honed his character, strengthened his physique, forged the military spirit, and completely changed him and his comrades. Through the telephone conversation every weekend, I feel that my son is much more talkative than before, and has adapted to this tense and orderly army life, and his conversation is somewhat calm and free and easy. I'm very happy about that. He never complains, and those negative emotions are few. He is healthy and sunny. He didn't even mention it to me when he gave up his idea at the beginning of the hardest training. He only said in an understatement afterwards that he had psychological fluctuations caused by inadaptability. Now, I feel a unique positive energy in him. No matter training or studying, I am bent on doing well and working hard.

Everyone knows that the new training is bitter, but it is this kind of bitterness that sharpens their will and quality, so that they can finally surpass themselves perfectly and grow into a real soldier. In a blink of an eye, the new training is over. Looking back at those hardships and tiredness, it's probably nothing at all. Maybe standing in the sun at first made them want to get heatstroke. Maybe it's the boring queue training that makes them backache and leg ache. Maybe they are too weak to bite their teeth and stick to it. Perhaps it was the high-intensity field March that made these children realize the hardships of the Long March. But it is this new training time called "tempering steel" that has turned these children, including their sons, into steel and achieved the transformation of life. "New training" incorporates too many meanings and expectations. The new training has enabled them to complete the transition and transformation from local students to military school students. Only these children and the instructors who accompanied them to grow up knew the ups and downs of this period, only the poisonous days in the training ground and the lights at night, only the vast Shan Ye and jungle in the wild. ...

two

Time flies, the new training has gradually drifted away, because we can't taste the hardships of training too much. The new semester is about to start, and a brand-new life beckons not far away, which reminds me of the scene when I sent my son to school two months ago.

As the hinterland of the Central Plains, the proximity between school and home makes us feel closer. On the day of registration, the school is responsible for the reception of senior students, all full of energy and momentum. Male students are heroic, female students are heroic, and military uniforms are more youthful. The hot season has not stopped the enthusiasm of freshmen and parents. Everyone is dragging simple luggage around the campus. Some even mobilized the whole family and sent their children to the military camp with pens. There are four people in each dormitory. The facilities in the room are good. There is a bed above, and a desk, bookshelf and cupboard below. There are mattresses, mats, pillows and military quilts on the paved bed. The unopened towel quilt, soap, toothpaste, soap box, slippers, a whole hanger and even a roll of toilet paper are all in the cupboard, which have been properly distributed before coming. The old classmates who are in charge of arranging new students told us that there are still many things to do, so let's leave as soon as possible and stay in the dormitory for no more than ten minutes.

The students who arrived early were all given full sets of clothes, cut flat heads and put on summer uniforms. Even the shoes and socks were unified, like a whole. Our son was waiting for the arrangement and we were urged to leave. At that moment, there were many disappointments rolling in our hearts. Coming out of the dormitory, I held my son. It was a short hug that I didn't dare to stay, because a sob would come out of my throat and I would burst into tears. Although my son has lived in school since high school, he once left so far to go to college, and he still has mixed feelings and misses it very much. I couldn't help crying at the moment of parting. I said to my son: We cheer for you and are proud of you! I believe you can stand the test of new training and do your best.

Come out, turn around and let my husband hug my son, too. He went, hugged faster than me, and then turned around and left. I really saw the moment when he turned around at the door. The son's wandering eyes turned to his father's back and stayed for a few seconds. I saw the tears flashing in his eyes, which was reluctance and attachment, and at that moment, we just looked at each other and left. ...

My husband said that he clung to it so quickly because if he stayed one second longer, he would get angry faster in generate than I did, and he would choke more strongly than me. I always thought men wouldn't cry. In fact, they are as soft as women. Strings involving family ties can also play music that touches the heart. I thought my mother was water and my father was a mountain, but the mountain also has the tenderness of water, and the water also has the heroism of the mountain. Only when mountains and water blend with each other and complement each other can the landscape be both rigid and flexible.

three

Many people envy our choice and think it is an honor to attend a key military school. Many people also ask me: Why don't you choose a better local college for a good grade? In fact, I used to wander between the two, and even felt something called pain attacking me constantly. Because there is a choice, there will be entanglement, but everyone's final choice must be the road they want to take most. There is no reason, it is a kind of spiritual guidance.

Once, when I discussed this issue with my husband, I felt that his heart was so firm that he never wavered like me. Maybe he was happy, bent on achieving a goal, and finally achieved it. That sense of satisfaction and accomplishment is self-evident. Comparatively speaking, I have too many inner struggles, so I have been filled with some tangled mahjong hearts and lost some feelings that should be happy.

Before that, it was like walking at the crossroads of life, and the scenery in the four directions of southeast and northwest was different. Which direction you choose to take, you have to accept the scenery and mud on which road. Maybe the final destination is very different, but the scenery and feelings along the way are different. Qiu Feng is full of spring flowers, and Qiu Feng is red. This is life. All roads make up a colorful world, and our choice is just a starting line. The future road depends on them, and the scenery on the road also needs them to appreciate and appreciate.

The recruits with shaved heads are bound to go through a series of physical and mental tests and tempering in the new training period of transition from weak high school students to resolute military school students. It can be said that every week's training and living conditions are closely watched by us. In the meantime, we may be tanned, our feet may be worn out with blood bubbles, or we may have left bruises on our bodies. But all this is to forge a better and stronger him. "Heaven will take great responsibility in Sri Lanka, so we must first practice our internal strength, strain our bones and muscles, and starve our flesh ..." Today's training is for tomorrow. We grow up with him, love him, love him and be together forever.

Sometimes I ask myself: Are we cruel parents? But immediately rejected the idea. Someone told me that I am a great parent and can send my children to join the army. I feel sour in my heart In fact, we are just ordinary parents, sending our children to different roads for different concepts and cognition, but this road is more full of hardships and challenges.

It is often said that if you want to make your children better, you should leave them in the army for a few years. The word "throwing" is not cruel, but wise. Removing impurities and melting them into steel is the best love for parents.

four

Since my son entered school, every weekend's telephone conversation has been unshakable. Every time he tells me a lot about learning and training, he also tells me his ideals and goals. Military training, I have been in school for more than two months, and my physical quality and intensity have adapted. For housekeeping, he seems to be a good hand. He practices and grinds every day, and has developed a good habit of neatness and standardization, and every inspection will pass smoothly. He is full of confidence in learning; For life, he is full of longing; For the future, he is full of lofty sentiments ... so, I am also very pleased that he is growing up and gradually becoming what I hope to see.

He told me a lot every time, and reminded me to abide by the confidentiality system of the army, not to say what I shouldn't say and not to do what I shouldn't do. I echoed the voice, but my mind was imagining various scenes after their formal classes, and I was full of curiosity and expectation for everything there. I don't know what glory he, a major with outstanding achievements in the national professional field, will create among the few dozens of people in their session. I don't know how powerful the last elimination system is, and what kind of psychological feelings those students who were eliminated by the school because of failing courses and unqualified military quality will have after being eliminated and diverted to other colleges and universities. I don't know what kind of charm will attract students from 985 colleges to join the army and then enter here. In short, here, while ensuring professional achievements, military quality must be excellent. Otherwise, you are in danger of being eliminated, which requires every student to be strict with himself from the first day of school. This is definitely not a comfortable place. Everything you want, you have to exchange it with hard sweat and hard work. Every success is hard won. I know he understands and won't let me down.

Every six points makes me feel my son's growth and change. While I am gratified by his kindness, I will also correct some of his shortcomings. He didn't like to keep a diary since he was a child, and he didn't like to write about his feelings. His mind was not delicate enough. This time, his grandfather specially asked him to develop the good habit of keeping a diary, which coincides with my idea. I hope this boy will keep it in mind and put it into practice.

Actually, I quite agree with my father. His habit makes his experience still vivid today, so he compiled a memoir of more than 300 thousand words, which made a meaningful review of his life and work from his school days to every stage after that, which can't be said to be because of his diary. Good recording habits keep the moment of history intact, so that when we look back again many years later, the soul has a harbor to rely on and stop. The feeling of staying in our hearts is to keep our inner temperature. This is a very meaningful thing. I hope that the son with thick lines can understand it, and I hope that he can turn today's study and life state into an intuitive feeling that can be viewed and reviewed in the future, just like his grandfather. It will be better.

five

Someone asked me: Do you miss children? I don't hide my thoughts about my son. Even when I talk about the word missing, it will be accompanied by moist eyes. When I am alone, this yearning will turn into tears and sobs. What's in it? There is nothing wrong with missing your son! Missing is one of the best emotional expressions, which makes us feel rich because of missing and long-term because of caring. Children grow up, just like kites fly higher and higher, and we are the wind. We should help kites fly to the sky and soar freely in the vast sky, not those branches and telephone poles that hang kites and hinder them from flying freely.

Even if I miss you to tears, these tears also contain sweetness and happiness. As parents, what we expect is the growth and take-off of our children, rather than letting them accompany themselves selfishly. Their lives have just begun. "The sky is high for birds to fly, and the sea is wide for the sky." What we can do is to cheer for the children and let the warm and powerful breeze blow on their growth path.

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This "..." son used it, which may be invented by him to be lazy, or it may be a common habit of children of this age. It omits a lot of straightforward expressions, omits unnecessary greetings, and concentrates all the content used to say hello on these six meaningful points. This has also become the opening remarks that I want to see most every weekend. I seem to have read many meanings from these six points: maybe it's "mom", maybe it's "I'm coming", maybe it's some other emoji. But it doesn't matter. What's important is that at the other end of QQ, the baby I care about day and night is tempering my character and forging the future in the melting pot of the army. ...