Ⅰ 600 words essay: listening to grandparents tell stories about the past New Year
About the liberation, I did not know something, however, more old stories, but also from the older generation of grandparents have learned. Grandma, also counted as the closest person around, although she is now gone from us, but I remember her, the short hair, kind eyes, and kind smile. Grandpa, a look that is always very solemn, always give me a feeling of fear, like seeing Dad.
When I was a child, I heard the most stories, that is, my grandparents told me about the liberation war period, although these stories I listen to the ears are rubbed out of the cocoon, but I left the most profound impression, so that I am most inspired, or these I am "tired of listening to the story". Whenever my grandmother listened to me read to her about the development of the motherland she would always be emotional, talking about a thrilling past.
Grandma said: "Before the liberation of the country is particularly backward, everywhere is poor, but also always bullied by the enemy. During the war, when people heard that enemy planes were coming, they ran to the air raid shelters and were so scared that they didn't dare to come out of the air raid shelters for half a day, and only dared to come out when there was no more sound of airplanes. All day long, they were afraid that the enemy would come to 'find things', making everyone nervous all day long. The little devils often go around robbing things, those who look like rich families have been robbed more than once, some even killed people, so everyone has to be careful when they go out. Those days were simply unbearable." Grandma always sighed while saying.
Grandpa, on the other hand, often told me about the PLA. "The enemy always came to bully us, we can't take it, so the People's Liberation Army stepped in. These People's Liberation Army can be the pillars of the country, they are strong and brave to fight with the enemy to the death on the battlefield for the sake of their children and grandchildren. In the hot summer, the People's Liberation Army to carry out the mission, lying in the haystacks, haystacks have a lot of bugs, the People's Liberation Army will have to endure the mosquito bites, motionless lying inside, for fear of exposure; there are also the People's Liberation Army, in the battlefield, with the enemy to play anxious, playing the intestines out, but also can not care, continue to fight ...... that is really a good son of the country, the pride of the country. The good son and daughter of the country, the pride of the country ah!" Every time I mentioned this, a smile would spread on my grandfather's face, but at the same time, there was also a hint of sadness. I always think: Grandpa should be for those since the Fangjun uncle feel sorry for it.
I can not help but think of today's life, a skyscraper rose up, walking on the road everyone is busy, some business people hand-held briefcases, shoulders also carry a laptop. In the morning to the beach to stroll, everywhere can be seen to come here to walk the elderly and young people, it is no wonder that the Olympic Games on the Chinese athletes of the strong. 2008, China went through all kinds of setbacks, as everyone is also excited, in the earthquake and other difficulties to see the Chinese people's strength and friendship. Everywhere in the Olympic spirit, I also had the honor to go to watch the Olympic Sailing Games held in Qingdao, the heart also silently for the athletes to cheer!
However, the most talked about, or the surrender of the enemy, when the new China was founded. "After the surrender of the brats, everyone thought in their hearts, this bitter days can be boiled to the end, that happy energy don't mention! Especially at the time of the founding of New China, the whole country, there is not a person who is not happy, not happy, everyone is happier than New Year's Eve, that kind of mood is indescribable ...... "They always say so, and, every said here, will certainly laugh, and even all can be happy for a while.
Nowadays life is moving forward step by step, remembering the old times and enjoying the new liberation. However, I think all this is due to those liberation army, it is they for their children and grandchildren to fight for a piece of heaven and earth, it is they let us live a good life, our usual bits and pieces are they left us . They are great, without them, we would not have such a good life now. Nowadays, life is better, all aspects of the conditions are also high, the children only enjoy life, but do not know that all this is hard to come by, so, as the hope of the new China we should study hard, dedicate their own modest contribution to the motherland, the better the liberation of the spirit of inheritance.
Old times, new liberation!
Ⅱ Listen to grandparents tell stories - composition
A poem: The old tree in front of the hometown
Not far from the door of the hometown
There is an unknown old tree
In the aging of the same year after year
Withered and green green and withered again
Its experience I do not know at all.
I don't know anything about its history
I can't even describe its character
I can't even remember its leaves falling
but on the day I said goodbye to my hometown
I suddenly noticed this old tree
It seemed to be staring at me in disbelief
beckoning me to come back and giving me my blessing
but I was so happy to say goodbye, that I couldn't help but feel it was a good place to live.
But when I said goodbye, I didn't want to look back
It didn't say goodbye, it didn't cry, it didn't tell me what to do
When I said goodbye, it didn't take a step to see me off
It took its pain away
It took its blessings away
But I realized later that
It also took away the thoughts I had of it.
Whenever I'm lonely
I always think of this old tree
I think of my childhood when I didn't know how to worry
I've always been sheltered by its shade
How much silent pain does this silent old tree contain
But it's one of the treasures of my memories
It has always consoled me, not letting me be lonely
And it has always given me strength. p> also often give me strength and encouragement
Article: There are three sycamore trees in front of the home, listening to Grandpa said that Grandma married him when he planted, and now Grandma and Grandpa are about to reach eighty, has changed from the original vigorous young people into the old people with a hobbled walk, the sycamores in front of the door also by the original small trees grew into a big, thick tree. The old tree in front of the door witnessed the love of grandparents, witnessed my growth, witnessed the love of grandparents to me. I'm very happy compared to some of my female classmates, because my grandparents do not favor sons over daughters.
When I was a child, my grandfather gave me a swing in the tree to swing and play, taught me to recognize the various kinds of birds that make their home in the tree, I also saw a woodpecker and owls, which are rare, because they are all shot up by some bird hunters, who are really hateful. On summer evenings, grandma would take me under the tree to tell me stories to listen to, to my understanding, grandma told me the most is the fate of rural women, told me to study hard, later to go to the big city, grandma's words are pristine, since childhood grandma has always said to me a sentence is: the rural women do not have the knowledge of the poor, you must study hard, now when I go to college outside, I have a good time, and I have a good time. Now when I go to the outside of the university grandmother will also say this.
The old trees in front of the door let me know the transformation of the wheel, the passage of time. When they began to spit green buds, I knew that spring was coming, and in the summer, the old tree will be a shade of green, bearing a lot of small green balls. When the leaves begin to turn yellow and fall, the fall is here, then there will be a lot of dandelion like things from the small velvet ball on the crack floating to your face and neck, teasing people itchy. Especially in late fall and early winter, there are only a few dead leaves on the branches in the swaying, plus the sunset in the evening in the distance looks like hanging between the tree forks, so that there will always be some sentimental feelings, can not help but think of Li Shangyin's poem: the setting sun is infinitely good, just near dusk.
Ⅲ listen to grandpa tell a story essay how to write
In front of me is a cluster of buildings rising out of the ground. When I look at the buildings and the land below, I think of my grandfather and the stories he told me about this land. The first thing I want to do is to get a good understanding of the situation, and I'm sure that I will be able to help you to understand it.
Every night, my grandfather would tell me stories about this land. Grandpa pinched and touched the loaded dry cigarettes, giggling and rubbing a match to ignite, lowered his head with a rough hand to press the tobacco leaves along the smoky pot, inhaled a few mouthfuls, and began to speak up. Grandpa said, that is the Nationalist Party's local troops, forty-second division set up barracks place. Grandpa also said, they just came, the surrounding trees all hacked up, the family cut thatched grass are collected. Hacking the hacking of the collection of the collection of the building of the building, there is no axe, stiff and shovel, on the home to search for, and do not say anything, searched out the food on the food to find the clothes on the take, and bumped into a woman on the overwhelm. They were worse than animals. Grandpa sucked another burst of smoke, wrinkled face cold. I lie on my grandfather's quilt with my hands resting on my chin looking at my grandfather, grandpa said again, grandpa said, there are a lot of people have fled to the field. The ones who didn't leave are because they have land and houses. Grandpa said that those who didn't leave hid their food and dishes. They searched for flour, but they didn't have any chopsticks, so they used a piss pot to scoop up the rice, folded two sticks, and ate it while cursing, saying, "How can you hide such a good pot in the outhouse? The grandfather said here on the smile, full of wrinkles on the face bloomed.
On Sundays, I help my grandpa to work on this contracted land, picking seedlings, pinching fertilizer and pulling weeds. Dry for a while, Grandpa wanted to have a smoke in the shade at the end of the ground, and told me to open up. Grandpa Ba da Ba da suck a few dry smoke, rough big lock finger pressure out of the smoke pot edge of the tobacco, looking south of the dark green loess, said, this group of pests, they hacking firewood climbed to the edge of the loess side of the mountain, see the trees on the hacking. Grandpa pointed to the west with the tobacco pot, that is a piece of barren grassland, full of stones, bones and composted weeds. Grandpa said, that is the place to bury the dead and the sick and disabled. Grandpa said, often in the middle of the night, there will be miserable cries and screams from there. It was a chilling experience for the whole body. The dolls would desperately try to get into the arms of the adults, and the adults would bury the quilts on their heads. Grandpa knocked off the ashes of the tobacco pot, wrinkled face covered with sympathy. Grandpa said, the barren grass is our family back then, I hoeing with your eight masters, there are ten or so team of people, fixed shovels and stilettos in the ground digging a pit, the pit is less than three feet deep, the heartbreaking cries from the barracks to move over. Four soldiers grabbed the arms and legs of each of the cryers and carried them to the edge of the pit, shouting once or twice, and then threw the man into the pit. The man was so dry and thin that he was only left with a skeleton, he was completely desperate, and he could not stop cursing ...... Grandpa spoke here, and did not go on. He stuffed the tobacco pot into the tobacco bag and pinched up, his eyes spewing the flame of hatred. Grandpa loaded the tobacco, giggling and wiping a match, abda abda da inhaled, inhaled the array said, our family's piece of land, so today buried a, tomorrow buried two are taught to this group of animals as a graveyard. The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good look at it, and I was able to get a good look at it, and I was able to get a good look at it!
Master, you do not talk, let's work. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. Grandpa smiled and said, "You're scared, right? We want to open up this piece of wasteland, winter on the dry. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Winter, not I am afraid, not I am too cold. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of it. Even on Sundays, you have to do homework. Grandpa did it alone. He came back every evening and had to pull back a rack of carts of dry artemisia. Suddenly one day, after dinner, Grandpa said to my father, "Your mother and your sister are back. My father went into my grandfather's room. On his bed were two skulls, one large and one small. Dad understood everything. I was skeptical, but Dad said, "Grandpa said it was mother-in-law and aunt is mother-in-law and aunt. Grandpa can't be wrong. Back then, my grandmother led my sixteen-year-old aunt to the canal to wash clothes, but the patrolling officers and soldiers bumped into her and snatched my aunt. My grandmother desperately whisked her way to the door of the barracks, but was blocked by the one standing guard. My mother hugged his legs, and he poisoned my mother-in-law. Later my aunt also died at their hands. My father and I knelt down and kowtowed three times to my mother and my aunt, then we took a shovel and buried my mother and my aunt in our family's cemetery. After burying them, my father and I knelt down again and gave three kowtows to the two relatives and lit three hundred yin money.
In the spring of the following year, the sun shone warmly, and Grandpa knelt down in the open ground and grabbed a handful of black, oily soil, and Grandpa said, "The ground is back! Her mother and baby are back! Grandpa wept. Look at grandpa tears, I also cried.
Ⅳ I tell a story for grandparents essay
I tell a story for grandparents
Today at noon, I read a story, the name of the story is called The House That Could Fly. The story is like this:
Grandma had always lived in the beautiful countryside, and she felt happy to have someone to talk to every day, but now that Grandma was getting old, Tingting's mom and dad took her to live in the city.
Tingting's family lives upstairs. Grandma feels that Tingting's home is like a small box, and she feels like a little bird in a cage, which is very uninteresting. She wants to plant flowers, but the high building blocks the sunlight, without sunlight the flowers can not live, she wants to have a cat, but she is afraid of the cat's meow and the whole family can not sleep.
Grandma was so bored that she wanted to go back to her hometown. Tingting told grandma many stories, and said, "I'm going to kindergarten, so you can tell the stories to the rag dolls, so they won't be lonely." Grandma loved to listen to Tingting's story "the house that can fly", she thought: let this little box house fly to the countryside home, the result, the little box house really flew to the countryside home where there are woods and meadows, wildflowers, piglets, kittens, puppies, chickens, and everyone ran to talk to grandma to talk to grandma, grandma is so happy ah.
The sun was going down, the little box flew back, mom and dad came back from work, Tingting also came back from kindergarten, everyone ate and talked and had a happy dinner.
After reading this story, I remembered my grandparents, who also had a bungalow with a big yard in their old house. I heard my grandparents say that the yard was planted with date palms and pomegranate trees, and that they raised dogs and bunnies, and that they planted garlic, greens, and tomatoes in the ground, which was a lot of fun! My grandparents love to live in the old house because they say the air is good, and it's especially comfortable to live there, and it's especially cool in the summer. In the past, when I was in kindergarten, my grandparents often lived in the old house.
But since I went to school, they came back from their hometown to take care of me. They cook for me every day, take me to and from school, and play with me! When I go to school every day, my grandparents stay at home. In the evening, when my mom comes back, I practice the piano and write blogs with her, and on Saturdays, when my dad comes back, I play with my dad. Now that I think about it, the time I spend with my grandparents is so little! I'm sure they're bored out of their minds too! If my house will also fly it would be nice, I go to school when my grandparents fly back home to play a little, I got out of school and then fly back.
Ⅳ Listen to Grandpa tell the story of New Year's Eve when I was a child 600 words essay
Tomorrow is the Spring Festival, I am very happy, thinking of eating delicious meals, fragrant snacks, but also get a lot of New Year's Eve money, the more I think about it, the more I am happy, the night I was so excited that I didn't sleep a wink that night, my mind is full of meals, snacks, New Year's Eve money, and the beautiful new clothes, cute toys ......
The morning of the Spring Festival, I was the first to jump out of bed, shaking my spirit, activities, and then happily went to call my parents, my father saw me get up so early, but also not willing to lag behind, from the bed rolled over and climbed up, my mother and sister also got up one after another, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and thought about it. Eat a good time! When I thought of eating, I was very energetic, and I was busy suggesting to my parents to do this and that. Mom is the chef of our house, so what to do was decided by her, the judge, and she said, "I haven't eaten dumplings for a long time, so let's make some dumplings and eat them." We all couldn't agree more.
After deciding what to make, we divided up the work. Dad made the meat filling, mom kneaded the dough, and my sister and I boiled the water. We worked very hard, less than half an hour, the meat filling is ready, the dumplings are ready, and the water is about to boil. Mom then skillfully wrapped up the dumplings, my sister and I also learned to wrap up, I managed to wrap up three, I was exhausted, but it is really difficult to learn! Mom said: "I was born to do ah, do not eat a little hard, try to learn, how can I learn well?" I was a little ashamed, so I learned my lesson, re-sailed, seriously wrapped up, this time doing a little faster. This makes me understand a truth: learning anything should be hard work.
After about 20 minutes or so, the kneaded noodles had all been made into dumplings, and the water that my sister and I had boiled had turned over in the pot. Mom then put the dumplings into the pot and cooked them. Mom added some spices to make the dumplings even more delicious. After about ten minutes, she scooped up the dumplings, divided them into four bowls, and put some soup in each bowl. My mom had just finished the soup, so I grabbed a bowl and ate it with gusto! Because I ate so fast, my tongue was *** spicy.
We were all so full of oil that we went to watch the TV program with great joy.
Ah, what a happy Spring Festival!
Ⅵ "Across the motherland sixty years, I listened to my grandparents tell stories" as the theme of writing essays, the title plus the subject matter!
The motherland in my heart "the Yangtze River, the Great Wall, the Yellow Mountains, the Yellow River, in my heart weighs a thousand kilograms, no matter when, no matter where, the heart of the same pro, flow in the heart of the blood, surging with the sound of China ......" What a beautiful song ah! Yes, no matter when, no matter where, can not change the heart of patriotism. I love the motherland, I love her beautiful mountains and rivers. Listen, the Yangtze River is flowing, rolling water like milk to nourish this magical land, nourishing the great Chinese nation. Look, the rolling Great Wall, like a dragon winding over the ridge, it is so solemn and ancient, it remembers how many unsung heroes of selfless sacrifice ah. Look at the world's first strange mountain of Huangshan, magnificent, majestic and beautiful. The climate is mild, and there are beautiful scenery in all seasons. Look at the surging Yellow River, which appears in the Asian wilderness with heroic vigor; it shows the spirit of our nation: great and strong! I not only love the mountains and waters of our motherland, but also love her long and splendid history and culture. Five thousand years of long course, the Chinese nation has accumulated how much splendid culture ah! 9.6 million kilometers of broad embrace, accommodate our 1.3 billion sons and daughters. In the light of our 1.3 billion children's wisdom, our motherland is becoming increasingly powerful. A sudden earthquake, so that our sisters in Sichuan lost their lives in this earthquake. But it was in this disaster that the world saw the Chinese people as a strong, courageous and heroic people, an invincible force forever. In the golden September, our scientific and technological heroics - Shenzhou VII spacecraft successfully flew into the sky, and the world was impressed by the spacewalk. We cheered for Shenzhou VII, we sang for the astronauts, we jumped for the motherland. We are looking forward to a more glorious future. Lovely motherland, no matter where I go, I hold your arms of strength, no matter where I live, you are warm in my heart. The motherland, the motherland, you are always full of hope, the motherland, the motherland, you are always vigorous!
Ⅶ Composition: Grandpa, can you tell me a story again
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" Nan Nan, let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, ah, there was a young man who wanted to defeat the evil Great Demon King ...... "Grandpa sat on the wide rattan chair with his arm around me, and affectionately told me a story that I had already recited backwards and forwards.At that time, I always stared at Grandpa and proudly proclaimed: "Grandpa, I am the that knight, and you are the evil demon king." Grandpa always smiled *** at my capricious demands and tried to cooperate with me. Now the warrior, the side is no longer accompanied by the devil king, after experiencing so much get along with, the warrior has understood the devil king has actually been very loving, has been for their own sake.
Ching Ming Festival drizzle, as if loved ones for the deceased tears have been flowing non-stop, both sides of the tombstone as if to prove that the dead once existed signs, lonely erected in the cold marble, moist air there is a similar grief mood. A feeling akin to longing lingered in the damp earth.
I was holding a black umbrella, my light brown eyes showing a bit of sadness without knowing it. Walking behind the grandmother, although the umbrella covers most of her body, but I can still distinctly feel the grandmother has been old, hobbling steps, hunched body, white hair both in remind me of grandmother is old, but also in the hint of my original "evil" grandfather has long been away from me for many years. The atmosphere did not become heavy, breathing became rapid, the mood also became melancholy.
Standing in front of my grandfather's grave, I tried to open my eyes wide, wanting to y engrave in my mind the blurred outline of my grandfather in the black-and-white photo. The first thing I did was to put the offerings in front of the monument, and I don't know who sobbed first, or I mistakenly heard the sound of the wind as the sound of crying, my eyes became hot and wet, and my throat was stuffed with a ball of cotton, vaguely, I could only see my grandfather grinning nervously at me. I slowly squatted down the trembling body, tears just like this Qingming rain, I do not know how long it will rain. I cried helplessly in my heart about my grandfather, and my mind was like starting to slowly screen the images of my former life with my grandfather--
Grandpa, do you still remember? I'm not sure why, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on a new one, so I'm going to have to go back to my old school. I don't know why, but I couldn't catch them every time, while you always caught a big basket of live fish. When we grilled fish together in the evening, you would always make fun of me, and in the end you would teach me how to catch fish. However, I always go in one ear and out the other. This is very similar to you, isn't it? Every time I asked you to accompany me to go hiking you will always be like this, to make me angry enough to ignore you for a full hour.
Grandpa, do you remember? Every afternoon, you have to take me to the farm, teach me how to pull vegetables, do not know how to grasp the strength of my vegetables with a pile of soil will always pull up, and sometimes also because of the sudden appearance of earthworms scared face, you always put down the hands of the vegetables in a hurry, laughingly to comfort me. Now think, if I could then learn well, now I will not have another way to miss you?
Grandpa, do you still remember? Every night, you always embraced me, sitting on a wide wicker chair, narrating one story after another, and whenever I listened to it, I would always ask capriciously: "Grandpa is the bad guy demon king, I am a valiant knight." When I pull out the sword of nothingness, you will always cooperate with my performance. As the sun set, the soft sunlight gently shone on our grandchildren and grandparents, the rattan chair was still swaying slightly, but things were different, the kind old man at that time no longer existed, and that ignorant child had also grown into a youth who could be a leader in his own right. Grandpa, but that youth still hope that someone can always tell her stories ah.
Suddenly, a person put her hand on my shoulder, I was surprised to turn my head, only to find that it was Grandma. Grandma looked y at the picture of Grandpa and slowly said: "Don't cry. Grandpa he surely doesn't want his most precious granddaughter to cry all the time, right?" I nodded hesitantly. "Well, stand up, don't keep crouching." I slowly straightened up, my grandfather in the picture still grinning at me like before ......
The stars looked down on the large and small group in the wicker chair. The kindly old man gazed at the sleeping child and couldn't help but stretch his face. The young girl, in her grandfather's arms, adjusted a comfortable sleeping position and murmured, "Grandpa, in the future, also tell me stories again oh!" Grandpa gazed tenderly at the young girl and replied softly: "En, because the devil will always be by the side of the knight, always ......
Ⅷ Essay: Listen to Grandpa tell the story of that past
Nowadays, on the TV and in the newspaper, they are talking about " Thirtieth Anniversary of Reform and Opening Up". And as soon as this topic is mentioned, I can't help but think of the story my grandfather told me.
That day, we were having lunch, I suddenly realized that there was a piece of fat meat in my bowl, and immediately came to anger. Because, my least favorite thing to eat is fat meat, so I just put it into my dad's bowl. At this time, grandpa noticed my action, shook his head dissatisfiedly, and said, "Zi Lin ah! You know what? This fatty meat was a precious thing in the past. In the past, you could only eat fat meat on New Year's Day!" I was shocked when Grandpa continued, "Alas! Children nowadays can't even appreciate the hardships of the original life!" Upon hearing this, I was immediately interested, and had to pester my grandfather to tell me about the past. Grandpa held up his hat, smilingly said: "As long as you are willing to listen, I will tell you."
After dinner, Grandpa began to tell the story of the past. Grandpa said profoundly: "In your father's childhood, the family a *** have five siblings. At that time, the family meal all rely on me alone outside the theater to earn money. Your grandmother sometimes carried a basket of eggs to the market to sell. The money from the sale was all used to subsidize the family! At that time, we usually ate dry buns dipped in crushed garlic sauce, and only on New Year's Eve would we eat pork, and on New Year's Eve we could eat pork dumplings.
When I heard this, I felt ashamed. I don't think I should be picky about what I eat. In the past, my mom and dad couldn't be picky if they wanted to be! I made up my mind and promised my grandpa, "Grandpa, I will never be picky again, I want to be a good boy who cherishes the fruits of other people's labor." I was ashamed, but at the same time I was a little excited. Our quality of life has gradually improved. Now we have what we want, every family is running a well-off, in the past did not enjoy the blessings of grandparents, should also enjoy the blessings.
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Ⅸ Composition: listen to grandpa tell the story of that past
Listen to grandpa tell the story of that past Founders' Day is approaching, August 27, we as the China Youth Newspaper Flower of the return to the city of the press station of the small answer reporter came to the Wuhu second dry rest house to interview the resting People's Liberation Army grandpa. Grandpa Ruan Wanjun said: "In 1950, the Korean civil war broke out. Grandpa Ruan was the commander of the artillery and was very angry when he saw the United States bombarded North Korea with airplanes. After infinite efforts, he finally shot down 132 airplanes, wounded 1,234 airplanes, killed and wounded 390,000 American devils, and beat out the quality of the devils' paper tigers!" Grandpa spoke with great emotion, and there were still tears glistening in his eyes as he recalled the past. Then, the students of Flower City Dance Class performed a few small programs for the grandpas, who were very happy and excited, he said, "You must be able to take over the revolution's class, study hard and get better every day!" I asked Grandpa Nguyen a question, "What will have kept you going all this way?" Grandpa said, "I have a revolutionary ideal, and we all know 'why to be a soldier and why to fight; for whom to be a soldier and for whom to fight'. Most importantly, we were all fearless! Comrades who died on the battlefield, although we are very sad, but all we think about is to avenge them!" After this interview, I more deeper experience as a reporter, but also have a deeper understanding of being a soldier, I this happy, I will look forward to tomorrow's interview, I will perform well!