[Morning Radio] A special Mid-Autumn Festival for soldiers

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Lucong is white tonight, and the moon is the Ming of the hometown. The Mid-Autumn Festival carries the blood and affection of filial piety. When Haoyue is in the sky, it is the light sorrow of the wanderer who is homesick, the turbid wine that leaves people looking forward to returning, and it is the hope for the safety and consummation of dear ones. Whenever the day of reunion of thousands of families comes, there is always such a group of people, their eyes are like torches, silently guarding the lights of thousands of families.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, they held their posts with steel guns on their shoulders, patrolled under neon lights with truncheons, and garrisoned on the plateau wasteland under the wind and snow. They regard the resident as their hometown and the people as relatives. They walk into the community streets and alleys and courtyards, look up at the bright moon with the resident people, and send their endless affection to their closest relatives, their favorite home, and their favorite country—this The group is the soldier.

Once, they were also ignorant teenagers who had inherited the elders of their parents. Every Mid-Autumn Festival full moon night is their greatest expectation. The sweet mooncakes and the blessings of their loved ones are still fresh in their memory. Today, many people of the same age are still children in the eyes of their parents, who need care and support, but they are already dressed in olive green, becoming soldiers, taking on the responsibility of defending their homes, and becoming the pride of their parents.

As a result, they had too many memorable firsts in their lives. They put on their own military uniforms for the first time, were awakened by the horns that got up for the first time, and stacked "tofu cubes" for the first time. It was the first time that the army was in the army for a collective birthday, and it was the first time that tears and sweat were wiped out. From the first time to each time, time has slipped away quietly, and they have fixed their best youth in the barracks...

Recalling the first Mid-Autumn Festival spent in the army, the bright moon shines in the training On the field, a silver outfit was put on the camp area. When the call was late, the squad leader said that today was the Mid-Autumn Festival and invited everyone to "appreciate the moon", but the strange thing was that after the call, let us wash and prepare for bed.

As the lights went off, I was lying on the bed, and my mind kept flashing the instructions of my parents when I left home: "Child, take care of yourself when you leave home, and work hard in the army. I believe you can stick to it.Become a qualified soldier. "Gradually, tears slipped down his cheeks in despair.

"Du Du Du Du..., gather urgently!" A hurried whistle sounded in the corridor. I was stunned for a moment, and then the squad leader urged: "Take a backpack and assemble downstairs." "I didn't even have time to wipe away my tears. I quickly turned over, rolled up the quilt, packed, and rushed out. At this time, the corridor quickly became lively. Dashing...

I rushed downstairs out of breath, and there were already many people in the training ground standing in place. The white moonlight shone transparently on the ground, and we looked uncertain in the moonlight in a panic. The captain walked over. In the middle of the team: "Comrades, 7 minutes and 30 seconds, this is a very poor result! Although today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, as a soldier, you should always be prepared for war. No matter what day it is, you should always be vigilant! I hope everyone will remember this day forever!

Later I learned from the squad leader that "Mid-autumn viewing the moon" is the tradition of the recruit company ; it was also from that night that I had a deeper understanding of the word soldier.

six years old My military career has also brought me a different kind of harvest. Behind the hard training is the rare and firm comradeship. It is also because of their lovely people who are more than a thousand kilometers away from home. I am fortunate to be able to feel like a family member. Warmth. When the youthfulness and immaturity fade away, the soldier’s steel will can be tempered.

In the minds of soldiers, the same Mid-Autumn Festival, but there is a different waiting, it is a touch of homesickness, a longing, and even more one. Perseverance and responsibility. The same full moon, for soldiers far from home, is destined to have a different kind of scenery, no rich family feast, and no parental love. Some are just the firm eyes that guard the stability and the stalwart figure. They were accompanied by that special bright moon.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, I walked to the sentry post as usual and stood on the four-story watchtower. When I looked at the round bright moon, I suddenly felt that it was away from me. So close, it seemed like a bright mirror, which made my mind suddenly open up.

At that moment, I realized that for soldiers, choosing the army and walking on the path of their dreams will only deviate more and more from the track of hometown. ,The smoke curling there, the moonlight of the lotus pond there, the dreamy spring, summer, autumn and winter have all become distant places, and the hometown has also become a foreign country.

After many years, our parents will take the call of our hometown and become the old locust tree to watch at the entrance of the village, and we will also go to a new starting point in life, and we will become prosperous in our accumulation.

When we get together, I think the moon will know. Because it has accompanied me countless times, sent away quiet nights at the sentry, and ushered in a warm dawn...

[Mid-Autumn Festival]

Comrades, another year Mid-Autumn Festival, thank you for your company, happy Mid-Autumn Festival! I also wish everyone peace, joy and happiness!

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