Between wave

In the autumn wind whistle, mountain leaves the day, you packed up the bags filled with harvest fruits, with a melancholy mood, bid farewell to two years of military life, with the determination of the pace into the complicated social, the other a difficult start journey as an entrepreneur.
Between the wave, I think you will come back, because this is your place will never forget. There is no wealth and rank, but up from the seas hero; There is no easy comfort, there is the Montreal flowers set off with our young and beautiful life; There is no desert Camel Bells, there are loud and clear bugle echoing in our dreams. Our youth, our fate, our friendship, we start the first ladder of life from here. Because of the history of military service, we have no blood in the family; our blood more than a patient, to endure hardship and tough components, Since then, we have a common title - comrades in arms. Leave your footprints for two years, leaving you two years of hard work, you have two years of sweat shed, with you two years of harvest, you will have to bid farewell to camp life, back to give birth to the land, and to re-round of hard work, but you are our life - comrades.
Do you really leave you, my comrades in arms? Your uniformed Lara Wei Zhou, Jing a standard salute; wave between the chest of the red flowers shine your glorious life, tears shone the oath we have clank - My Hero to be a soldier.
Do you remember the first year of a soldier, wearing no collar badges and large enough to spend a little exaggerated and uniform, with a look into the boot with the infant when you say you lost with her stylish dress, in exchange for this set of uniforms, do not know if it is worthwhile. After three months, after recruit training, you take off a childish, with a loud voice replied: "This is my life the most uniform body fit the clothes." Do you remember, when you see other people easily done 100 support and submaximal surprise when you face; when someone shaking his fist when you flush the wrist to pull Embarrassment; class leader look like your bread when the disappointed look quilt. Stage rating at the time, a small red flag for you which things to all with his head down.
Do you really leave you, my comrade? Rolling the wheel slowly to suppress thoughts of a long, dark backpack not hold all of our blessings. Wave between the homesickness of the flute you still linger in the camps were over. Remember the case of the Chinese New Year in boot with it? Homesick feelings filled the hearts of all his comrades, you won the short letter that sealed his father deep wrinkles letter crooked handwriting, long thoughts into a simple statement, a heavy hoe hard with your sustenance, never tired of life mentioned to you, medals is his greatest expectations. Siren burst gently take you back to the distant home, the tears and you're completely soaked stationery unknowingly. Days after leaving home, the concept of family is so specific, you always gently she was deeply hidden, My Hero Zhizaisifang always said, we should not let their hands and feet get tangled.
Do you really leave you, my comrades in arms? You looked down at the front of the medal, reveal a slight smile; wave between the direct sunlight your resolute face, slowly the pace, you have to go hard with no history of bleeding days you did not shed a tear over. I remember the first time you visit the company honor room, said firmly that one day you want to add more awards honor room. From then on, every day to honor room you spend a few minutes, gently wipe the dust off those medals, silently count the days of the military contest. Passage of time, the persistent pursuit of your decorating with the younger years, the same oath is still your ultimate goal. Although the results have been far ahead of you, but you have never met, you said the strength of the enemy is always on their secret, the only way is to improve yourself. You never mind the wet and stepped down from the training ground, you may now 10,000 drop of sweat on the battlefield that can be valuable in exchange for a drop of blood.
Do you really leave you, my comrades in arms? Off people do not want to take away your green shadow train, waving, between the windows to block your fuzzy eyes in tears. Future full of thorns, you can calmly face. From the hustle of the day with you away from, with a journey, you will be into the wider world, society, competition will replace all the training ground game. Perhaps you have been suffering the fate of us, but from our suffering and plight came out, out of a new world. Just because we have a history of military service, had a splendid youth, our smile is always young. You still prefer the simple barracks, like the military uniform and simple, you say no matter how long you will not be mercenary invasion, that a resolute will never degenerate, uniform and never will fade. You really should, my comrades in arms. Wave between the window and I saw the fuzzy green with a new extension of the distance toward ...