**My comrade-in-arms Zheng Tianwei "My Love is in the Sea" series of articles-1
"My Love is in the Sea".
Year after year, year after year, no matter what kind of changes happen in the world, how many joys and sorrows occur, the train of time still moves forward with its own laws. No matter how the stars change, no matter how the world changes, the sea still shows people its vastness and vastness, its beauty and romance, its irritability and its cruelty according to its own wishes. But, no matter what state it unfolds in front of me, it is still so charming in my heart, it will always fascinate me, and it will always fascinate me. Although it has been 20 years since I took off my military uniform, the feeling of Guan *** in my heart has not only not faded, but on the contrary, it has become more and more intense with the passage of time. The treasured sailor's uniform often reminded me of my thoughts. Whenever I hear about a topic related to the military, I can't help but turn my attention away. Whenever night comes, sit quietly in front of the window, watch the silver moonlight spread over the earth, and the sea under the night will come to mind - the sound of the waves, sparkling. Whenever a storm comes, the scene of fighting typhoons and fighting evil waves at sea will appear in front of you. Whenever the snow falls, it is as if a blizzard on the sea is coming to me again, and a sense of pride and ambition will fill my heart again.
Often sitting alone in front of the computer, listening to the familiar song (the People's Navy is advancing) over and over again, there will be a spectacular scene of a powerful formation chopping waves on the sea, whenever the melody of the military port sounds, as if I have returned to the military port at night, back to the mighty warship, is looking at the blue light on the mast (the sign of the ship on duty). Recalling the festive military port, full of youthful vigor, full of joyful laughter, and the battleship full of flags - it is very beautiful, that is the highest etiquette of the navy. I also like to listen to the song (Mom, we have come back from our voyage), and the hardships and hardships experienced in the ocean will be transformed into a kind of happiness in the song. When the song (I love this blue ocean) wafted in my ears, I felt as if I had returned to the era of blood boiling, full of youth and passion. I can't remember how many times I was woken up by my wife in my sleep, and her gentle words would shake my sorrow for a while, "Let's dream of going to sea again", and then I would find that my eyes were already full of tears and the pillow towel had already been wet. It's a pity that I can only dream back to the barracks, to the sea, and to the battleship. This feeling is so heavy, heavy that I will never forget, because it carries the years of burning my passion. This imprint is too deep, profound and indelible, because it has left the footprints of my youth. This experience is so precious because it is the glory of my life and the wealth that I will never enjoy in my life. No matter what time it is, the sea is full of ** for me and makes me linger because it lets my dreams fly. Although I have entered middle age from youth, my heart remains the same, my heart remains the same, my love remains the same, my love is eternal, my love is in the sea.
In the dream, the waves are turbulent, and the waves fly in front of you. The engines are roaring, and the radio is dripping.
The password is still loud, and the track is all over the coastal defense. Heavy rain and thunder and lightning poured deafeningly.
A tornado swept by, and the sea rushed into the sky. The gulls are accompanied by each other, and the sharks are playing ship by ship.
The sun is blazing, and the deck is hard to stand. The north wind is blowing strongly, and the blizzard is coming.
Ice cubes stain the clothes, and the huge surge covers the world. The battleship was difficult to turn and went straight into Vladivostok.
In the blink of an eye, the Spring Festival is coming, and the New Year's goods are being prepared. The veteran was busy visiting his home, hoping that the Chinese New Year's Eve bell would ring.
The combat order arrived, and the preparation was urgent. North Korea's Nampo Port, the ice and snow route is closed.
COSCO 10,000-ton ship, three frozen among them. Fighting for more than half a month, leading home safely.
Pacific Northwest, busy crossing the island chain. The crisis suddenly happened, and the starry night rushed to help.
The enemy aircraft was nose-spindled and confronted in the ocean. The missiles are calibrated and the shells are fully loaded.
Just wait for the order to arrive, roar and fly away. Along with the Long March, the giant whale spits long pile.
The eyebrows are raised and the sword is unsheathed, and the momentum runs through Changhong. With the addition of new weapons, demons and demons are frightened.
Life and death and hardships are like clouds of smoke. Disarming and returning to cloth, where are the comrades-in-arms now.
The day of longing is deep, and I wake up with tearful wipes. The spirit of the army will never be dispersed, and the youth will never regret it.