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Finally, we were about to arrive at Camp! From a distance, we could see the wide road on both sides of the Checkpoint, stretching all the way to the entrance, crowded with comrades who had come to welcome us. They were all spirited and cheerful, holding gongs and drums, joyfully striking them to create a deafening sound. Firecrackers were being set off continuously, the crackling noise echoing as if it would shatter the entire sky.
We marched in orderly steps, slowly entering this ocean of flowers and applause. With every step, we could feel the warm and sincere gazes of our comrades, along with their heartfelt joy. At that moment, my heart was filled with warmth and emotion, a sense of familiarity akin to returning home.
As we entered Camp, we found that Company had already prepared everything needed for our welcome. On the playground, rows of neatly arranged supplies awaited their owners' arrival. These carefully prepared items made us deeply appreciate Company’s care and affection for us.
After a simple yet grand welcoming ceremony concluded, everyone began to get busy. Some quickly grabbed their supplies and hurried back to their classes; others methodically organized the items and put them in their proper places. Before long, the previously chaotic playground transformed into a neat and orderly space.
Perhaps due to the exhaustion from our long journey or perhaps influenced by this warm atmosphere, everyone quickly returned to their rooms after completing their tasks and fell into a deep sleep. On this quiet night, each person's face radiated happiness, even in dreams filled with hopes for a beautiful future.
In the morning, before dawn fully broke, a gray mist enveloped the earth. However, those comrades who were used to rising early were already awake. They skillfully folded their blankets into neat tofu-shaped blocks while humming cheerful tunes, welcoming the arrival of a new day of work with joyful hearts.
The entire camp gradually became lively as everything unfolded in an orderly manner according to routine. First came morning exercises; everyone marched with strong steps while shouting loud slogans, energetically completing various movements. Following that was a rigorous training schedule that included physical training, skill training, and various tactical drills. Additionally, there were regular political education activities aimed at enhancing our overall quality and ideological awareness.
We continued on familiar paths toward that mountain we had climbed countless times before. Unlike before, we now carried an air of steadiness and maturity. The passage of time had tempered us; we were no longer as naive and impulsive as when we first arrived but could face difficulties and challenges with greater composure.
In late May in Kunming, the weather was quite pleasant and not too hot. The mountains were lush and green, especially with wild bayberry trees covering the hillsides, laden with bright red tempting fruits. Whenever there was a break in training, we couldn't help but sneakily pick a few to taste.
I remember one time during a training task on how to better camouflage in the surrounding environment. A Yu happened to be assigned to my group. I was standing next to a bayberry tree at that moment and casually picked a few fruits to chew on. Seeing that I had no adverse reaction after eating them, A Yu couldn’t contain his curiosity and eagerly urged me to let him try some as well. After all, most bayberries in our area were sour; it was rare to find sweet ones.
I smiled at him and said, "Don't rush; let me see if I can find some sweeter ones for you."
"This one is too sour; you mustn't eat it!" I said seriously to A Yu. However, he didn’t believe me and stared intently at the seemingly enticing fruit in my hand, filled with curiosity and doubt.
Without hesitation, I popped the fruit into my mouth and chewed it without showing any change in expression. Seeing this, A Yu became even more convinced that I was trying to trick him and kept urging me: "Let me try it! It looks delicious!"
Unable to resist his persistence, I eventually handed him a few of the same fruits. A Yu happily accepted them and eagerly bit into one. In that instant, his expression changed dramatically; the smile he had anticipated froze on his face.
Immediately afterward, an indescribable sourness spread rapidly through his mouth. His jaw dropped uncontrollably as if he had been electrocuted; saliva gushed out like a dam bursting open, splattering everywhere. When he tried to make a sound, his throat felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, only allowing him to emit muffled whimpers.
At the same time, his body began swaying uncontrollably from side to side as if experiencing a violent earthquake. The intense sourness drove him into a near-crazed state.
From that day on, A Yu seemed to develop a psychological aversion to food; he no longer dared to ask me for anything edible easily. Whenever he saw me eating something, he would deliberately keep his distance from me while pretending not to notice anything and would silently turn away.
Due to our pre-scheduled training plan being packed tight, we had barely been here for a few days—without even having time to tend to the vegetables in the garden—when we suddenly received new orders from higher-ups. This mission was no small feat; it required us to conduct mobile drills spanning multiple regions over thousands of kilometers along with field training exercises. Time was tight; there could be no delays whatsoever. Thus, everyone quickly packed up without hesitation and embarked on this new journey filled with uncertainties and challenges.
During our long-distance maneuvering period, we spent most of our time either on the bus or setting up tents. For those of us accustomed to movement, it felt like torture! Whenever we stopped for breaks along the way, everyone would rush out not just for military exercises but also do push-ups.
One particularly special day stood out: instead of staying at neighboring units or military supply stations as usual, we camped on an open hillside in Dali on an overcast day with strong winds. Upon reaching our destination after completing all necessary tasks, the duty officer checked the time—it was still an hour until dinner—so he organized everyone for some mountain climbing to recover our stamina. Everyone was thrilled; it was the first opportunity in days for some physical activity! The mountain wasn't very high; within ten minutes we reached the top. Just as we arrived at the summit feeling unsatisfied with our brief stay there, one comrade suddenly exclaimed in surprise! Everyone thought something had happened and hurried over to check it out.
What greeted us was breathtaking: below the summit lay the beautiful and magnificent Cangshan Erhai Lake shrouded in misty clouds under overcast skies—especially stunning! For someone like me who had never traveled far before seeing such renowned scenery for the first time was exhilarating!
After briefly taking in the view before heading back down where dinner was being prepared by our cooking team—nothing particularly special about it except each person received a bag of milk—I quietly told my squad leader that it was my birthday that day. He glanced at me without making a fuss but silently handed over his own milk carton to me. The comrades were surprised when they noticed this and asked him about it; he smiled at me again as if they understood something unspoken before they all began passing their milk cartons over too.
Although I didn’t have cake or candles like at home, I felt that moment held special significance for me—even if drinking too much milk meant waking up several times during the night needing to use the restroom!
After enduring a long and arduous thousand-kilometer maneuvering exercise, we finally reached our destination's endpoint. The platform was bustling with people amidst continuous chatter; everyone appeared somewhat fatigued yet sparkled with anticipation and excitement in their eyes.
After taking a brief rest, we immediately boarded a train heading towards Sichuan Xichang without delay. This train ride would last an entire day and night; various scents filled the carriage as everyone sought out comfortable positions to endure this challenging stretch of time.
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