A wonderful sentence: fight and step on the motherland! Fighting, I put anger into the gun barrel and let the bullet shoot at the enemy with angry flames! In the battle, I put hatred on the bayonet and let the stabbing force stab into the enemy's chest with the cold light of revenge! Years of fighting, full of pride, but so nervous and busy. In the past fifteen years, my old friend's talons have caught me many times, but they didn't hurt me. Instead, they made me experience one storm after another and greeted one battle after another.