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Reprinted from 1028757467 at 08:39 on November 29th, 2010 Read (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Personal Diary
military career of the last wave goodbye! Military life without regret in the last oath
waved goodbye! Worth the wait
red maple leaves shore, fell; soft bottom of the stream, and dumb. In this season, the soldiers, you have to go. . .
soldiers, why do you filled with sad faces bumpy? Why your eyes are full of nostalgic? The black chest that you can withstand strong baptism of fire, can not alone bear the intense battle that friendship and love of the heavy brigade.
the memory into the bag, the affair reached the parcel, a wave dashing play it! And military camps say: Goodbye! And his comrades channel sound: treasure!
is a wave, but also a farewell!
soldiers, had little tears in your eyes, you looked carefully you lived in the barracks,
肌伤后当即冰敷大概拦阻肌肉回复复兴, and then reach out and touch a bed, small table beside the bed, as well as the lovely stool. . .
soldiers, go to the training ground for a while now,
More conducive to marriage, women lag behind the others happy!! That is what you do not know how much sweat flowing through the place; go to a five-kilometer run it! Perhaps after no such opportunity. . . Because of you I know, the other is forever!
This was another wave, waving his military career but also with the scenes at the end.
soldiers, remember the first time you waved it? Is that your glorious army of the day, then you just eighteen years old. That day, you go, waving to their parents on the train, you cry, with a little bit of the parents told you embarked on a journey. . .
soldiers, the second wave you remember it? It was three months after you joined the army, you have to recruit even the next, you and your squad leader waved goodbye, ordinary day that the old squad leader is a serious moment in the waves gently turned away. . .
soldiers, the third wave you remember it? It was the first time you leave, you pulled the luggage, went to the camp entrance, straining toward the door guard your brother waving brothers back to you with a smile, both blessing and envy. . .
soldiers, do you remember the fourth wave it? It is your thoughts on the platform and your girl waved, you have to rejoin, and then left her alone, if you want her more than reached the bag, along with the train take to go the distance, but you can only to her promise, so take off uniform, you will take with her, she is politely nodding, for you to organize a military uniform, he simply said: \. . . . .
This time, the soldiers, you have do not remember how many times his military career in the wave, but you are sure it will be the last military career! Looked at a picture full of childlike face to help you remove the military rank, as if to see the original himself, took off his cap badge,
近来带打游戏 - Qzone日记, you tightly in her hand, not willing to put down. . .
weekdays from morning till evening the brothers carrying your luggage and accompany you take that last a short military career. On the front of the car, you embraced together, wet with tears of your comrades in the military uniform, but also off the pain of the comrades of the heart, your chest, a reminder that the big red flowers, and today you are a hero!
set foot on the car back home, play a wave dashing it! And military camps say: Goodbye! And his comrades channel sound: treasure!
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