Who can predict the steps of fate? It's like an amorous yet impermanent dance partner, caressing your face or ruthlessly crushing your dreams. On its stage, some people dance in the spotlight, while others fall silently and leave the stage in the darkness as soon as the curtain opens.
For the former, life is like a smooth river, and the waves are not shocking; For the latter, life is a winding path, full of unknowns and changes at every step. Just like what I experienced back then.
It was an era of bright stars, but also a period of passion. In 1999, wearing the uniform of youth, I walked into the gate of the military academy, convinced that it would be the starting point and stage of my struggle. Soldiers, in my heart, are a symbol of glory and a firm faith. The military academy life is bitter and sweet, like kumquat in winter, with a hint of sweetness in the sour. I have sharpened myself as hard as steel, my military skills have become more and more refined, and my will is as unshakable as a rock.
After graduating from the military academy, I was assigned to a pioneer detachment on the southeast coast with great hope and great pride, a place full of opportunities and challenges. Starting as an ordinary platoon commander, I covered all my enthusiasm and efforts in every bit of military life.
Excellent professionalism and abundant motivation made me quickly emerge and become a high-profile existence. From deputy company commander to company commander, I managed more than 100 soldiers, and I was like an excellent conductor, interpreting my magnificent music. In the continuous applause and honors, my military career burned like a blazing fire, and no one could match it.
However, there are always things that are unexpected and that profoundly affect the trajectory of my life. At the age of 26, with the tenderness and enthusiasm of a normal man, I was looking forward to a beautiful emotional life. The urging of my family and the longing of my heart have made the issue of feelings more and more prominent in my quiet life. Finally, fate paved a bridge, and in a chance encounter, I met her, the woman who made my heart flutter, but also made me regret it for the rest of my life.
She was such an out-of-this-world college student, three years younger than me, with an intoxicating face and impressive business intelligence. She opened a shop in her residency and had a thriving business, but she was still burdened with a heavy family burden. She made a deep impression on me: perseverance, hard work, and a strong desire for money. She who chases money and me, who protects the country, seemed to be a match made in heaven when they first met. However, as time passed, I was shocked to find that the world of two people was drifting apart.
The picture of her coming to our company at that time is vaguely nostalgic. The comrades-in-arms smiled knowingly, the warm greetings of the old squad leaders, and all the good things seemed to point to us entering the palace of marriage. But gradually, I began to realize that whether in my arms or when we were talking to each other, she was always looking for opportunities to make money, rather than peace of mind or the depths of feelings. This disagreement of values forced me to re-examine our relationship. Even in a strictly disciplined environment such as a barracks, love should have its natural flow and end.
I became more and more depressed, until one day, her attitude changed, and the gentle figure of the past no longer existed, replaced by harsh words and hysterical threats. The political commissar once warned us that the ** of resident women should not be taken lightly, but I didn't take it to heart. I am innocent and fearless. But when she trapped me with the barriers of marriage, when she desperately brought the dispute to the upper echelons of the army, my innocence became a weak defense.
The rest of the day, as if the god of fate whispered in my ear, telling the cold and cold truth. An unsubstantiated accusation, a conflict that pushed my brilliant future into the abyss. My career, my dreams, gradually blurred in the dust of the company, and finally turned into dust.
I was transferred and relegated to a desolate corner and became a forgotten name. Day after day, my heart is filled with loneliness and bitterness, and I once shone in the glory of the past, but now I can only find a moment of solace in the altar wine.
The application for a job change was like the last struggle in my heart. I longed to escape from this place that gave me pain, to find my stage in another world. But fate once again pushed me back to the starting point, a thirty-year-old bachelor with no fighting spirit and full of bitterness, and returned to his hometown in despair.
Time passed, the years yellowed the ** in my memory, and I carefully settled down in the place and had a warm family. In addition to the tranquility that the years have given me, there seems to be a kind of simplicity called "letting go". However, in the quiet life, some past events will still come with the wind and rain into the heart. Whenever I hear the poetic news and heroic laughter of my comrades-in-arms, I can't help but feel a ripple in my heart.
The comrade-in-arms who replaced my deputy battalion commander, whose star map had been drawn all over the sky, was promoted to deputy division commander. And the platoon commander I once taught, now he is also among the top echelons of the division headquarters, and has been promoted to deputy director of the political department, with the halo of a regimental position. And I am just a small clerk in a cramped corner, and my rank and glory are not as brilliant as theirs.
Is this a trick of fate? Or is it my own choice? If it weren't for those difficult years, if it weren't for the crazy storm of love, would my life have turned another gorgeous chapter? I always can't seem to find an answer to this question. It is like an unsealed bottle, drifting in every corner of the heart.
Sometimes, I would sit alone in the corner of my study, dusting off my books and flipping through my military notes. It records those bloody days, those heart-pounding tasks, and those scenes of fighting side by side with comrades. The corners of my mouth will be filled with a bitter smile, because that is the former me, a wild teenager who runs fearlessly in the sun.
Now I am, although the years have carved the vicissitudes of life on my face, the enthusiasm in my heart is still as dazzling as ever。My story may not be praised by the world, and my name may not appear on the gorgeous list, but I still have my persistence and my quietness.
In this slow time, I learned to reflect and tolerate. Perhaps, the meaning of life is not only in those glamorous achievements. It's about the tenacity and perseverance that can be shown in the face of adversity. This is because even the tiniest starlight can shine in the night sky.
Occasionally, I still dream of those images of people shuttling through the towering barracks and discussing tactics with my comrades. In my dream, I am still moving forward with high spirits, and my momentum is like a rainbow. When I wake up, I always sigh with a smile because it's a dream after all. But even if it is a dream, it reminds me of my bravery and perseverance, and tells me that the blood has never been extinguished.
I don't regret the choices I made, I don't regret that I ever got lost in the ocean of love. Because all of this has made me who I am today, I have a deeper understanding that good times and bad times are just two nodes in the trajectory of life. Every baptism and trial was an integral part of my life.
Today, although I am just a clerk with an ordinary identity, I still do not forget my original intention. The warm picture at home is like a light in the heart, always illuminating the desire and expectation in the heart. In the years I spent with my family, I finally understood that true happiness is often the simplest and most simple.
In the long days, I continued to write my story in my own way。Although he is no longer young and no longer wears military uniforms, his feelings for the country and the people, and his heart of upholding justice, have never changed. I know that no matter what twists and turns I encounter on the road of life, that faith and courage will always shine like a medal hidden in my chest.
I often sit at the old desk by the window, quietly looking out the window at the once familiar blue sky. It was a sky full of youthful enthusiasm and a place where vows and dreams were carried. It seems to tell a silent story, whispering through the glass of the window, as if to tell me that nothing is far away.
Every time I think about this kind of deep thought, I will recall the solemn and solemn monument of my alma mater, engraved with a few big characters of iron-blooded loyalty, as if to remind me that no matter where I am, the responsibility and glory in the bones of a soldier will never fade.
In those days, I worshipped at that altar as a soldier, but now, as an ordinary person, I reminisce, but I found that loyalty to the country and the people has never faded, it has penetrated into my blood, and has become an inseparable part of my life.
As the days passed, work, family, and the steady rhythm of day after day gave me a new and calm attitude to look at the setbacks and failures of the past. Life in this small city, although there is no tension and intensity of the barracks, also has its unique gentleness and beauty.
I've learned to enjoy the quiet of a weekend walk in the park with my family, and the warmth of watching the sunset together at dusk. These seemingly ordinary moments constitute a new chapter in my life.
No longer wearing military uniforms, no longer wearing military hats, but the responsibility in my heart is the same as always. The local children asked me curiously and in awe, "Uncle, are you really a soldier?" "I always nod proudly about the bravery and blood of those young days, and although those stories have been slightly vicissitudes, they are still my most precious memories and experiences.
However, just when the peaceful life was getting better, an unexpected party set off a new wave in my life。Former comrades-in-arms, they rode the victorious carriage one by one, telling about their glory and achievements. And I, looking at their epaulettes and the pride that inadvertently showed on their faces, somehow a feeling swelled up in my heart.
While they were talking and laughing, I silently tasted the glass of wine that contained countless past feelings, and every sip I swallowed, it was like reminiscing about a taste called the past. After experiencing struggles and hesitations, perhaps I finally understand that everyone's life has its own trajectory, and there is no comparison, only different wonderful.
Although I no longer run in the sun and am no longer independent in the wind, everyone is destined to have some main themes and some supporting roles in their lives. At this moment, I am the protagonist of my life story, no matter how ups and downs the plot is, I should cherish every shot.
The evening after the party slowly descended, the stars were shining, and the air was fresh and pleasant. I walked alone on the road to home, and this familiar path witnessed my countless contemplations and reflections. After walking a distance, I suddenly heard someone slowly approaching behind me. Looking back, it turned out to be a comrade-in-arms, and there was deep emotion hidden under his tough face.
Hey, man, you don't seem to be happy at tonight's party? He asked.
I smiled, "No, I'm actually happy." It's just that occasionally I miss those days when I was in glory. ”
He tapped me on the shoulder, and we walked side by side on the quiet street, without saying much, but in the long silence I knew that he, also a veteran, knew what I was thinking.
That night, I no longer wept over the desolation of the past, and I no longer felt sad about the lost glory. Life has given me both bitterness and sweetness. Like the road that walks through the night, it is both winding and smooth.
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