To this day, I often think about my life in the army.
If it weren't for family reasons and taking off the military uniform in advance, the level of life would be much better than now, right?
It's just that there are no ifs in life.
In the past two days, I have read the books written by Uncle Li, so that the world must learn to let go. Because nothing can accompany you all the time.
The truth is this, but if you have experienced those fiery years like me, and you have also worn stars and moons with your comrades, traveled for several days, and also eaten, drank and trained together, then I think you can probably understand me.
Understand that no matter how long I work in another city, I can't forget the people in the previous city.
Understand that even though I am drinking wine and eating meat here, there is a lingering loneliness all over my body.
Understand that I thought I had given up and could start over, but I immediately cried in front of an old memory.
In this way, I can also understand the rise after I descended, happy and a little heavy, and smiling a little aggrieved.
Running into their seventh year, their uniforms have changed again and again. Through so many meanings, so many sustenances, I only see my tears.
They say, don't miss when you're gone, look ahead.
They said, you are also very good now, do not lose, do not regret it.
I didn't say anything, no one could understand.