This article is reproduced from: People’s Liberation Army Daily
At this time a year ago, I stood at the intersection of life and chose my future on a graduation distribution plan covered with a red seal. On the flight to the northwest of the motherland.
There is my “poetry and distance” – the vastness of “the desert is solitary, the long river is setting sun” in the eyes of the ancients; the purity of “clear love, only for China” in the hero’s mouth; and seniors In the letter, “there is the clearest starry sky here, and each of us is the guardian of this starry sky”.
At that time, I thought that I was greeted by “the whistling future”.
However, there is no vigour and vigour, let alone a big fight. There is only the desolate Gobi desert, and the daily training and duty, the peaceful life will not cause any waves. I began to doubt whether my original choice was correct, and I began to wonder whether the “poetry and distance” that I rushed to desperately really existed?
Although I tried my best to cover it up, this negative state was always revealed inadvertently during my usual duty training. The instructor saw what I was thinking and called me to the office: “It’s been a while, how do you feel?”
“It feels too far from the life I imagined…” I 1510 Speak your mind.
The instructor did not criticize me. He took me to a wall in front of the building – this is a towering relief, the background is the vast Gobi Desert, and in front of it are three people with shovels looking into the distance and moving forward firmly.
The instructor asked me: “We pass this relief more than a dozen times a day, do you know the story behind it?”
Seeing that I shook my head, the instructor continued: ” The man with the shovel in the middle is our first stationmaster Liu Baoting. In the 1960s, he brought 17 people who gave up urban life to this Gobi Desert, where they ate bibimbap, drank salt and alkaline water, and lived in a nest. , relying on 18 shovels to take root and settle down in the Gobi Desert. They are like a flower orchid, sticking to the desert, blooming in the sun, and becoming the most moving scenery in this vast Gobi.”
Following the direction of the instructor’s finger, I noticed a few inconspicuous but proudly growing Malan flowers in the corner of the relief sculpture, and I couldn’t help thinking of the squad leader Lv Peng beside me. Squad Leader Lv has worked in the guard post for 13 years, and could have been transferred to a more comfortable unit, but he was single-mindedly rooted in the post, and was awarded the third-class merit three times.
“Although it’s just plain and boring security work, who can say that there is no credit behind the thunder?” The instructor patted me on the shoulder and said meaningfully.
Staring at the relief in front of me and recalling the tall and straight postures on the post, I seem to have heard the cry of soldiers who have been standing here from generation to generation, “doing earth-shattering things and burying famous people incognito”. When you reach the “poetry and distance” that you should go to – this “poetry”, you should write it with persevering youth; that “distance” should be approached with practical steps.
Since then, I have started from every little thing: traveling with the soldiers of the guard company on duty, renovating the training ground; standing guard with everyone, looking up at the clearest starry sky; training under the scorching sun together , let the sweat slide down his cheeks and wet the Gobi under his feet.
In fact, things are still those things, but when I do them with passion, I realize that after finishing every ordinary little thing, I always gain something and grow differently. In this way, the soldiers of the company and I became more and more intimate, and the leaders trusted me more and more. Soon after, because of my outstanding performance, I was transferred to the agency to participate in special tasks and participated in a major training activity.
“With the beautiful dream under the stars, be that young man who went to his own ‘poetry and distance’.” On the title page of the notebook, I neatly wrote this sentence. Now, another group of young people with ideals is about to leave the school and go to their “poetry and distance”. This sentence, give them, also encourage yourself.