Senior one composition recalls military training 1. Everything seems to have returned, but it's a little different ... Only one article was written in the military training diary, and this military training has ended. Just yesterday ... the campus network, routers and messy thoughts didn't work, and there were still many things that weren't recorded in time ... It's no use talking more!
The 19th Company of the 7th Battalion finally won the third place in the military training chorus competition! Military training won the second place! Our iron and steel company won the excellent platoon of 19! Yang XX won the title of "Running Emperor in Tears" and "Excellent Individual"! It turned out to be awesome. This is everyone's achievement, and everyone has contributed. It's worthwhile to recall the dribs and drabs in military training! In the words of the three platoon leaders who just started the camp, "the composition of life is memories." After the military training today, I began to have a little personal experience ... Our company commander Yang is serious and unsmiling, but there is also friendship and tenderness in his eyes. Military training diary-memories. He taught us the meaning of hard work and determination with the fortitude and strength of a real PLA soldier, and must never discredit the collective; He used the chivalrous tenderness that flashed through his brow to interpret the truly complex and decisive inner world of a people's army. I can't forget him. We are soldiers of Xin Yang! Yesterday 23rd, the last day of military training, many people cried. From the end of the last training in the morning, the second platoon leader couldn't help facing his dear second platoon, and at an informal farewell party in the afternoon, everyone stood up with tears and bid farewell to our three instructors with military posture and salute. These scenes do not need to be rendered. In the quiet classroom at sunset, I only heard the trembling heartbeat and forced breathing ... After the commendation meeting in the evening, the No.2 building where the instructor lived was packed with students who came to see him off ... More and more girls were stopped outside the iron gate and sang "goodbye" in tears, but the boys still pretended to be strong, bit their lips and finally looked at our dear instructor with military salute. Then set off ... I believe this is the first time, and it may be the last time. Everyone lived the same life, sang the same military songs and shouted the same serial number until their voices were hoarse, but they were still loud ... This is the first time that we have been tested by human nature in high-intensity collective training ... Some people began to escape, some people began to complain, and of course some people began to curse, regardless. Even if there are different ways, there are all kinds of frictions in the middle. When one thing is clear to everyone: sweat and blood do not shed tears, flesh and blood do not fall behind! For the sake of collective honor, we can overcome all difficulties with confidence!
We have worked so closely for a goal for more than ten days. Although we have not given up, it may just be a memory ... collective life, which is a term that has no personal experience for the independent generation after 80 s and 90 s. Through military training, it is a rare life experience? How many students yearn for it and fall in love with it? Today, it's all over. The slogan of "one ~ two ~ three ~ four" can no longer be heard on campus, and students wearing camouflage clothes and carrying kettles on their shoulders can no longer be seen. When I believe that no one will forget the sweat we shed, the skin we shed, the bitterness we ate and the sweetness we tasted in these ten days. It is destined to be a valuable asset in our life, and it will continue and affect our future!
Instructor, go!
See you in military training!
Salute!
Senior one recalled that the military training ended at 2 o'clock and looked around the dormitory for the last time. The four washbasins are arranged neatly from top to bottom, and the curtains at the bedside are firmly attached to the edge of the bed-every wrinkle on it is cleaned, and the bedside lamp naturally hangs down and falls in the corner ... We drag the heavy luggage sideways, gently close the door and look at the nameplate, which is engraved with our number-2307.
"Next, announce the model house, third floor, 2307!" At the beginning of military training, we drew a model room. This is a "heavy honor". We will welcome other dormitories to visit and study as interior standard rooms, but we should also do a good job in the interior of 2307 meticulously.
The release of internal standards was a bolt from the blue: when we first arrived, we happily took out all the items in the suitcase and piled them up according to our personal preferences. However, the fact is that everything is forbidden to be placed on tables, chairs and shelves, and everything has to be stuffed back into the suitcase and hidden in the cupboard. This is just the beginning. One after another, harsh demands followed, and we were overwhelmed like mountains.
Incredibly, the rules of a towel, a toothbrush and a curtain made us walk on the brink of collapse, but we survived, knowing that this is discipline and this is barracks life.
The corridor was empty, except for the clatter of suitcases. Looking at the stairs, I paused. The hardships of these five days come to mind. Thinking of this, I lifted the heavy box like a rock in one breath, gritted my teeth and rushed to the first floor. In front of the dormitory is an open artificial lake. I pushed away the bustling crowd on the road that I walked many times during military training and came to the assembly point under the sports building.
Because of the rain, military training is held in the indoor gymnasium every day. This is a closed field. In less than half an hour, sweat will drip down the chest and back, irritability will often lurk in our hearts, and soreness will always torment our limbs. The cap is wet, dry and wet. I soon realized the military training-what is the taste of this cup of coffee without sugar.
However, what the gym left me is not all bitter, and there will be entertainment and relaxation after training. Our amiable and respectable instructors may sit around with us and talk about what they saw and heard in the military camp; Or play a set of guard boxing to show us three tactical postures; Or teach us some magnificent military songs ... when I finally drank this cup of coffee, I also tasted the mellow behind the bitterness.
When the bus arrived, cheers broke out at the assembly point, and finally ... I went home ... The long-awaited moment finally arrived, but I felt empty in my heart, feeling that something was about to be pulled out of my life, and I was particularly lost.
The nasty rain floated again, and I didn't take an umbrella.
The whiteboard in front of the canteen records the progress of our internal affairs from countdown to positive; The kind aunt downstairs in the dormitory always lends us a broom to clean the room; When I need help, my roommate is always the first to lend a helping hand ...
Every step away from here, there is one more scene in my memory, no matter whether it is bitter or sweet, I will accept all this when I leave, because military training has become the most inseparable part of my memory and the most instructive part of my growing up.
The bus picked us up, and I took my thoughts back and re-integrated into the happy atmosphere. Because I should move on and embrace the future with the harvest of military training!
A week ago, we started a six-day military training, which benefited me a lot.
On the first day, we didn't feel too tired, because our main task was to stand in a military posture and rest after standing for a few minutes, so we had a fairly easy time. However, this was not the case in the next few days.
The next day, our training content was to March in a hurry. I thought it would be as easy as the day before, but I soon found out that I was wrong. First, let's do swing arm exercises. When your arm is raised to a certain height, you must keep still and wait for the instructor's inspection. A minute passed and my arm began to ache, but the instructor still didn't mean to let us put it down. I don't know how long it took, just when I felt my arm was going to be stiff, the instructor finally ordered us to change it. In the next few days, it became more and more bitter. What I remember most was practicing squatting.
Probably because I was too tired the day before. I don't know why, our squatting posture is always bad, sometimes our movements are incoherent, sometimes our movements are too slow, and sometimes our hands are not in place ... The instructor is very angry and keeps us squatting. Within a few minutes, my legs began to grieve. I wanted to be lazy when the instructor didn't pay attention, but I gave up the idea of being lazy when I saw the instructor's stern expression. After a few minutes, I kept shaking and felt as if I had lost consciousness. Sweat ran down my face. Look at the classmates next to me. They are not much better than me. I have no choice but to reduce my body shaking with my hands. Maybe my prayers worked, or maybe the instructor saw that we couldn't hold on any longer and finally gave the order to stand up. When I stood up, my body squatted down again without the consent of my brain-my legs didn't have enough strength to support my weight …
Although the military training is bitter and tiring, and the instructors are strict, it is still very fun. Once it was time for training, the deputy head blew the whistle, and we were still dawdling on the ground. In desperation, the instructor suddenly said, "Sit up!" "The whole class burst into laughter ... For example, there are many interesting words:" Oh, it takes so long to get it right. Your peripheral nerves are all dead? " "Don't move at attention, and don't move your eyes when you land." "Look to the right, I didn't ask you to go down, but there is money on the ground. " !"
What moved me most was the parade. We rehearsed three times in the morning and once again in the afternoon. The weather was fine, but when we were ready to start formally, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs. However, the order to start at this time has been issued, so we have to go ahead in the heavy rain. Because of the heavy rain, our pace is not very neat, and the slogan is not as loud as usual. However, when we passed the rostrum, we still heard waves of applause. After standing in the designated position, we were shivering with cold and soaked to the skin, but we still stood straight and stared at the passing phalanxes. After everyone stood up, the vice principal began to speak. When he heard his affirmation of us, all the students laughed.
The sentence "How can we see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain" explains our military training well and predicts our high school career. I believe that after this military training, no matter what difficulties I encounter in the future, I can survive and see my own rainbow!