I have heard that the military life is very bitter, but only those who have experienced it can truly understand the bitter "taste. When we carry a backpack across the door of the military school, I know that our bitter days are coming. The instructor gave us 10 minutes to go to our room and put our things down. As soon as our bags were put down, the instructor told us to change into camouflage uniforms and assemble downstairs to hear the chief instructor speak. The first day was a terrible fate. Our dormitory was the last team to go downstairs, and we were given a lecture by the instructor. More cruelty is still to come! We stood in the hot sun for hours, and by the end of the day, my feet were numb, my head was dizzy, and my body was stiff. Some students could not withstand the scorching sun and fainted. It was hard to make it to the break, and the instructor asked us to go to the dormitory to organize our housekeeping. The instructor's requirements for our housekeeping are very strict, the quilt should be neatly folded into a tofu block shape, and all personal belongings should be placed in place.
The more bitter is yet to come, every day at dawn, was the instructor of the terrible whistle to wake up, 10 minutes to dress and organize the housekeeping. Then go downstairs and line up, first training what the rest, stand at attention, dismissed and assembled. After breakfast, we have to stand in the hot sun to train what "march", "march" and a variety of postures such as straddle. I'm sure you'll find it very hard to learn, but I've walked over and over again, and the instructor has taught me over and over again.
However, the training is bitter, but it is bitter in the joy, fun. Training, some students to the right as to the left, the instructor some humorous words also made us laugh. When sleeping at night, some students even sleepwalked to sleep in other people's dormitories. In those days, we rushed to do the duty, clean the room, organize the housekeeping, to be able to serve our classmates as a kind of fun. At night, we carried washbasins one by one and ran to the bathhouse to take a bath and do laundry. You help me, I help you, we really share the same blessings and difficulties, the barracks is a big family. What made us happiest was the evening rest time. After we took a bath, we lined up to watch a movie in the square. The instructor also taught us to sing military songs. The neat and loud voices of the students made me realize the power of unity once again! Because of a typhoon, so the scheduled two days of military training was canceled, when we heard the instructor announced the news, all of us girls cheered and hugged, we are about to see the day and night thought of father and mother, at night we held a bonfire party, we held hands and jumped the rabbit dance, in this moment, I forget the pain of the past few days cleanly.
Four days of military school life in the blink of an eye is over, in this short few days, life is colorful, intense and orderly. Here I learned to be independent, learned to be strong. It makes me more aware of the hardships and difficulties of soldiers. I am grateful to have this military training, which has left me deep memories.