Pray for God to find a good composition: 5 inscription compositions, 5 subtitle compositions and 5 parallel compositions.

Composition-Light the lamp of the soul gently, and when I walk on the road, lights are lit on the roadside, so bright that they shine on me, and I think of that again. On the way back from the Sports Center, I looked around anxiously, hoping to find a bus to go home. However, after all, it backfired and lost its way. I am like a fighter without a head, bumping around and being at a loss, but I think as long as I have patience, I will definitely find a way out. After reading it again and again, I was disappointed and annoyed again and again. I actually blamed my parents for letting me go home alone. I blame myself for my bad life, but I don't know the way out, but no one helps me. Trouble and complaint are intertwined, sweat and fatigue are integrated, and at the same time, it is born. I really want to shout, "Nothing will happen in my life, and no one will help me now." The sky gradually opened up, like a big net trapped me, and my pace could not help but accelerate. Parents are at home, waiting anxiously! I think. Looking up at the sky, a crescent moon hangs on the edge of the blue sky, not round, and there are few stars around. I can't help sighing, and my steps are quickened. The street lamps are all on, but they are dim after all, as if there is a layer of aperture. I walked in the dim light. If others are like me, they will naturally ask for directions. Maybe there's an answer. Although I am a boy, I won't and won't ask. I finally can't walk. However, a golden dress caught my eye and I tried to move forward. I was too careful to face it. I broke out with the voice of saving for many years: "Excuse me, where is the bus back to Dikou Road?" The man scratched his head, pointed to the front of his finger and said slowly, "There it is! The no.2 bus has arrived! Be careful on the road. So ask, son! " I was ecstatic and thanked him. I got on the bus, went home and looked at the sky. The moon is round. Golden yellow! The road seems more spacious and the lights seem brighter. Looking back on that man now, his words led me in the direction of progress, and this incident also lit the lamp in my heart and told me that I could ask anything. I thank my courage, my mouth and my guide. Look up at the light again, as if it was bright that night and my heart was quiet. Look at the road again, it seems that there is the figure of that person. I can't forget the moment when the guide lit the lamp in my heart.

Life is like a ship drifting on the vast sea. The lighthouse in the distance illuminates the sea, but it also lights up the lamp of hope in your heart, accompanying you through the long voyage and reaching the other shore ... This is a lighthouse watcher, who must be loyal to his duties and never leave, accompanied by only the rustling of waves hitting rocks and the hoarse cry of seagulls. Over time, he began to hate this monotonous life and the high walls made of stones in front of him. Sometimes he would climb the observation deck and look out the window at the blue sea. The waves pushed forward layer by layer, and the spray splashed. When he is extremely bored, he will count the passing ships, and his life is dull and boring. That night, the wind was very urgent and the rain was very fierce. Only the night is dead, and only a little light from the lighthouse is still flickering faintly in the dark. The night watchman vaguely heard a sound, but it was covered by the sound of wind and rain. The next day, when the night watchman opened the window again and looked out, he saw a returning passenger ship passing by. The sailors on the deck are shouting "thank you". He later learned that the storm that night almost swallowed the boat. The night watchman was surprised. He didn't make much effort, but he became a hero in people's minds. He rushed to the top of the building and ran to the window ... In the blue sky, there was a long forest-like cloud in the distance, and the sea in the sun was charming and colorful, setting off the ships. The keeper was a little excited and also played the banner of "hello", and someone immediately responded "hello". "Although I can't go out, I can see the world outside the window," the night watchman said simply. So, the night watchman began to love this window especially. He helped SOS ships contact rescue, marked the course for lost ships and even provided people with port information. The familiar passenger ship played "Thank you" again! The keeper said, I may have saved their lives, but they have sublimated my soul. I only lit the lighthouse, but they lit the lamp in my heart. Although the sea is wide, your mind can be wider; Although the sky is high, the heart can fly higher. Maybe the fence can bind your body, but it can't imprison your mind. As long as you can look out of the window, you can light a heart lamp, so that you are no longer afraid of the darkness inside the high wall. Maybe you only have one window. As long as your heart light is on, you can have the whole world outside the window.

If I were a tree, if I were a tree, I would grow on the roadside. When the sun is scorching the earth, I would like to keep out the sun for pedestrians; When it rains cats and dogs, I would like to hold up a big umbrella for unprepared passers-by; When the sandstorm attacks people, I will fight it to the death. If I were a tree, I would grow in the vast desert. When the desert wind is unbridled, I am willing to block the attack of the wind with my tall and straight body. When the arrogant sandstorm marches again, I am willing to hold the center of the earth with my roots. Even if I am black and blue, I will never let the sandstorm engulf our lovely home. If I were a tree, I would grow on the Loess Plateau. When the merciless flood floods again, I will fight it to the end with my own roots. Even if I sacrifice myself, I will never let the loess on the plateau be washed away by the flood. When people on the plateau walk on the rugged road, I send people a piece of green comfort. If I were a tree, I would grow by the river. I will use my life to protect the levee, and I will never let the flood rush through it. Because I can't let the flood engulf the lovely home of mankind, and I can't let the flood engulf the lovely life. If I were a tree, I would grow up in the campus, in the community and in the park. When the sun is very hot, I want to be a pavilion and amusement park for students, the elderly and children. Hearing the sound of studying at school, I seem to see the hope of the future; Hearing the old people talking about the past, I seem to feel the passage of time; Hearing the children's cheerful play, I seem to have returned to my childhood like a kaleidoscope. If I were a tree, I would pass by businessmen, people who go to work, people who buy food, and skipping children. I even take in homeless people. I can see that the world is developing rapidly, for years, decades or even hundreds of years. If I were an apple tree, my shy fruit would make the garden colorful, bees and butterflies would fly up and down happily in the garden, and a girl wearing a beautiful headscarf would go under the tree and hold hands with her lover, and their faces would be printed with the joy of harvest. How I envy that human beings have beautiful love, soul-to-soul collision, people love because of understanding, and understand because of love. This feeling is so subtle, subtle and complicated. Unfortunately, I am a tree without soul. I only hear my leaves rustling in the wind, but I can't hear the voice of crying and joy for love. People love us, but they don't know that I am more eager to experience all human emotions. In short, as long as I am a tree, I will send green blessings to mankind. I looked up in the storm, but the snow and ice couldn't help me. There are countless stories left in the green leaves, which are the notes of love, the wind is my song, and the clouds are my steps. I didn't complain about how many shades I sprinkled on the earth, as long as I was a tree.

The definition of happiness, cherish everything you have, you will find that happiness is too simple for you to believe.

L Listening more and talking less is the most basic quality of maturity.

L moving like the wind, not moving like a mountain, moving and not moving are strength.

Lies always sprint forward, but the truth is running a marathon.

L forbearance can make a hundred brave, and silence can make a hundred moved.

If you are alone, it is difficult to achieve great things. The more altruistic you are, the more selfish you are.

Nature, time and patience are all good doctors.

Listen to wisdom more, and you will regret it if you say too much.

I go to sleep and feel the beauty of life. I wake up and feel the responsibility of life.

L when a person forgets the gains and losses, he has actually gained something.

The glory of life lies not in never giving up, but in being able to rise again and again.

Fear makes you successful. Life is like this, as long as you persevere and step by step, you will definitely get a reward one day.

There is no insurmountable natural barrier in life. As long as you keep going step by step, the other side of happiness is ahead.

Never underestimate the power of silence. Sometimes, great energy comes from silent accumulation.

I don't compete with mice. If you argue with someone who is not a heavyweight, you will waste a lot of resources, lower the expectations of others, and inadvertently improve the level of the other party.

The art of wisdom is the art of knowing clearly what to ignore.

Many times, we don't have enough knowledge and understanding of our own abilities, and we often want to rely on outside help. Before a person lies down, he always lies down with confidence. Therefore, to overcome difficulties is to overcome yourself first.

Many times, the power that can let us go beyond the limit is not fame and fortune, or even our own life, but surging in the blood vessels, overflowing with love from the bottom of my heart again and again!

The principle of being a man is to leave more space for each other, for others and for yourself.

A child in the dark I am a child in the dark, and I look as indifferent as an animal. When the leaves are dying, I sit there with my eyes wandering in autumn. In the inclined corner, I saw the lonely scenery at random: no bird flew by, looking at the broken picture ... —— Inscription: I like wearing dark blue sunglasses, walking alone in the shadow of the tall French phoenix tree on the street, watching countless people pass by me silently. Occasionally, someone stops and smiles at me like a peach blossom, but eventually disappears around the corner and can't be found. First, I am still alone, standing on the yellow leaves, quietly listening to the broken sound. In my eyes, you will see a kind of scenery: loneliness is happiness. Whenever I go home, I always pass by a dimly lit shop, such as the air in the city at midnight. The boss was a plain girl, and finally I couldn't help closing my collar and went in. There are all kinds of chic shirts there, and I like one of them, hanging on the pink wall at will. Flax material as thin as cicada's wings, coupled with faint watercolor, unknown clusters of elegant flowers on clothes are hazy and thorough, light and elegant, with delicate brushwork of meticulous painting. This reminds me of Wang Wei's poem "There is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream." It suits me very well. However, I picked up my collar and walked out of the shop. Some things are doomed to give up. In this city, there are many rich people who shuttle between the flow of goods and materials, eat expensive and rough food in elegant restaurants, walk in the empty corridors of Hunan, and can't see the end in the dim light. Material is not happiness. Their fingers have a neurotic loneliness. And I like to sit quietly, watching the sun dance in the gap of the window lattice, and watching the time go crazy in the gap of the gear. When a person has experienced too much, there is no longer endless desire. In my eyes, you will see a kind of scenery: insipid is happiness. I am a child in the dark, with a cold face like an animal and a sloping landscape in the corner. If you feel it with your heart, you will understand the picture he wants to show: loneliness is happiness, giving up is ownership, and dullness is happiness. ...

Subtitle composition:

Singing and laughing all the way in summer, we are tired and tired. Soon we will go our separate ways, without tears, too much sadness and sadness, only a touch of loss and shallow disappointment.

In September, in this beautiful but bleak autumn for all poetic people, I walked into the gate of middle school. Alone, only accompanied by cool breeze, strolling in the bustling campus. I suddenly remembered me last year. On campus, I was chasing after the playground covered with golden wings with ice cream in one hand and a bag in the other. "sasha vujacic ..." Is the breeze trying to bring the fallen leaves back to the sky? Or are they extremely excited about my arrival?

I smiled because I saw the wind bring me a girl who looked at me and smiled. "Are you in Class 7, Grade 1?" "yes." "Then let's go together?" "All right!" There is no sadness and helplessness in her eyes, only endless hope. I was moved as soon as I turned around.

Looking up, I saw the sunshine in the sky is so bright, brilliant and dazzling. I feel a bubble of happiness in my heart. The girl's comfortable smile swept away the helplessness that had permeated for many days. The beauty in the smile is indelible in my heart, like the warm sunshine, so warm.

We are in the same class. ...

I screwed up the exam. Tears burst its banks. No, it may not be that hard, but it is undeniable to cry badly. At this time, I saw you again, smiling as always, although at this time, I was unable to give you another smile. However, I was obviously moved. You seem to want to tell me that life goes on. Why don't you laugh?

Because I saw you and your smile, I suddenly felt the hypocrisy of tears. So, I put away my sad wings, slowly raised my head and smiled with you, forgetting your troubles. ...

I often think of your smile, like a ray of warm sunshine. Although it is not radiant, it can always penetrate the dark forest in my heart and make it bright and warm again.

I often recall the feeling of my heart pounding. What a wonderful feeling it is! It's like an angel beating your heart. When you finally turned to open the door, it was a thrilling feeling! Maybe you haven't experienced it. The hard ice in your heart suddenly burst, "click", a clear sound.

I always believe that there are no parents who don't love their children. I always believe that my father still loves my sister, loves me and loves my sister in his heart, although he is seriously patriarchal. However, all he showed was respect and fear that made us flinch. How I long for parents and children to get along like friends, they can give us more family warmth and tolerance! My father is 62 years old. He and his mother got married in the spring of 1965. My elder sister was born in 1969, five years older than me, and I am seven years older than my elder sister! My mother and aunt have secretly found someone to show my father the horoscope several times. The fortune teller said that my father had a chance. I don't know if it's true fate or accidental coincidence. My father's son didn't live long, but his three daughters are thriving! Before giving birth to my sister, before giving birth to me, before giving birth to my sister, my mother gave birth to boys, but almost all of these boys died shortly after birth. The only one who lived longer was my brother who was born in 1978. At that time, my father doted on my brother as if he were a baby. It is always after my brother has had enough to eat and drink that it is our turn for the three sisters. He often buys new clothes for his brother, New Pants, but my three sisters always wear them after my sister wears them. If I don't wear them properly, I give them to my sister. Anyway, he just focused on his brother. It seems that all his three daughters are redundant. My peers have already entered school, and my father never cares about my future. I will be ten years old when I finally walk into school with my schoolbag on my back! Moreover, my aunt, 1984, worked in the forestry bureau and strongly urged my father to let me study. My aunt found a lucrative job as a contractor and took migrant workers to plant trees for her father. My father and mother clamored to take my brother with them. Unfortunately, that winter, my brother was hit by a military truck when crossing the road, and he had a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot. After two days of full rescue, he died! Mom and dad were heartbroken at the death of their younger brother, and the atmosphere at home became very dignified and suffocating. We three sisters were unhappy from then on. To tell the truth, we are equally heartbroken and sad about the death of my brother, but at that time, except for my sister, I was just eleven years old and my sister was only four years old. How many things can I understand and how much pain can I endure? Father was sent home by his aunt and the leader of the accident unit, and he was sad for his brother's death day and night. He cried or talked nonsense. Uncle, aunt, aunt, menstruation ... and many people in the village came to comfort his father, but it was useless. He even told those who came to comfort him that people were making fun of him and gloating over the loss of his son! People always don't know what to do When my father cried and called my brother's name, my sister pulled me and my sister to him and said to him, "Dad, people can't come back from the dead. Don't be so sad and don't be angry. Lan Lan's brother is gone, and you still have our three sisters. We will be filial to you and your mother in the future ... "However, my father roared angrily," Don't be so sad. " What's the use of having you The three of you add up to light light blue! Go away, don't let me see you! ! ..... "In the later days, our three sisters didn't know what to do at home. When we silently help my mother with housework or review lessons with my sister under the leadership of my sister, my father will lose his temper and say, "Are all the people in the family dead?" ! The whole house is dead! "And when my sister and I accidentally make noises or hum nursery rhymes because of the playful nature of our children, my father will gnash his teeth and yell at us:" Light light blue is dead, you are happy! "You three junkers are all dead. Satisfied! ! ! ! ..... "Later, my father went out to make a living with the help of his aunts. He worked as a construction contractor, a medicine processor, a clothing store owner, etc. And he really made a lot of money outside. Every time he goes home from other places, he really goes home, so he earns enough face in front of his fellow villagers. It is precisely because of this, coupled with his natural good face, that his home becomes a gathering place for friends, relatives and neighbors every time he comes back. There are always guests at home every day. My mother and our three sisters can't feel the warmth of home except the fatigue of entertaining guests. He can't play cards and gamble slowly, but he is always on call every time the villagers ask him to participate. My mother and our sisters can see at a glance that whether the villagers ask him to play cards or participate in the golden flower gambling, they are actually working together for the money in his pocket. They always let his father win the money first, but it was his father who lost a lot of money in the end! His mother advised him not to listen. He also said that his mother had long hair and short knowledge, and even thought that the villagers would frame him and forbid his mother to ask about his affairs. My sister and I carefully told others that they really designed it together for his money and advised him not to be fooled again, but he said, "It's no big deal! I'm in charge of Lao zi. I earned my money, and I can do whatever I want. It's good for me to feed and clothe you and study for you! I'm glad it's your turn to play cards with others ...... "So my father almost became an out-and-out gambler, lost a lot of money, and his heart slowly ignored business. My father's preference for his son has never changed. When I was admitted to junior high school, he insisted that I should not study. He asked me to go to Huaihua's clothing store with him to help him, so that he could spare more energy to run another processing factory. At that time, I got good grades and liked studying very much. He said, "What's the use of women reading? Sooner or later, you will get married, and how many books you read will eventually belong to others! Why should I waste money to send you to school in other people's homes? " I said to him irrationally, "since you are so patriarchal, I was born a woman." Why don't you step on me? " ! You didn't think I was a woman until now! ! ..... "In my father's impression, his three daughters were always passive in front of him and never dared to protest, so my father was so angry that his veins stood out and shouted to slap me. I rushed to him crying and said, "You hit it! You fight! Shoot me. Anyway, you never treat our sister as a daughter! "But he didn't hit me, because my uncle and some people in the village came and took him away. With my repeated insistence and the persuasion of my uncles, my father had to let me put on my schoolbag again and become a happy student. In the year when I graduated from junior high school, my family began to decline. My father couldn't stand the change of life and his natural temper and impatience. It made the business that was booming suddenly enter a dangerous situation. He doesn't listen to anyone's advice, such as his menstruation. At that time, it was difficult to borrow money. He insisted on borrowing 50,000 yuan from the rural credit cooperatives! In the rural areas of 9 1, 50,000 yuan is not a small sum, and the interest that needs to be repaid every month is several thousand yuan. But my father thought he could make a comeback and pay off the borrowed debts. It's a pity that my father not only didn't make any money, but also lost all his money and owed a debt! My father, who disapproved of my study, found a reason not to allow me to set foot on campus again. Since then, I just graduated from junior high school, but I stumbled into the door of society at the age of 18. In 1993, although I was firmly opposed to working as a temporary worker in my aunt's city, my father entrusted me to work in Guangdong. He thinks that Guangdong is almost all ordinary people. 00 yuan. I have never traveled far alone, so I suddenly left my parents' side and the shelter of my relatives and came to a completely strange environment. Can't find a job, have no place to live, and starve. It took me more than half a month to finally work in a private electronics factory. The environment of the factory is extremely poor, the management is very harsh and the food is very bad. Coupled with the acclimatization, my body is full of itchy blisters and I always have a nosebleed. After working the night shift for half a month, my weight dropped from 106 kg when I first came out to 84 kg. I feel that walking all day is top-heavy, just like stepping on a cloud! I really wanted to go home at that time! But every letter from my father is the same topic. Today, I said that Zhang San, who was away from home in the village, sent 800 yuan home. Tomorrow, my cousin who came out two months earlier than me sent back 1000 yuan to my uncle. He told me to work hard outside and send some money home every month to pay his debts like them! I understand his anxiety about debt and his heavy responsibility. In the later days, I learned to report good news to my family instead of bad news. I always write to tell my family not to worry, all the hardships and tiredness of wandering outside are borne silently by myself! Finally, one day, I was sitting in the workshop at work and fainted in the dark! The doctor said that I was seriously anemic and had to rest, but when I asked my boss for a week's leave with my medical record, my boss dismissed me on the grounds that I had better rest for a long time! At that time, there was only one month before the Spring Festival, and many people were already planning to go home and reunite with their families. I want to go home like them. But I know I can't go back. I must find another job to make money to pay off my father's debts. With the help of my fellow villagers and colleagues who have been together for almost a year, I entered another electronics factory and became a member of the assembly line. It was the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, only twenty days before the traditional Spring Festival. The other day, my colleague sent me a letter from my father. He said that I just came out this year, and I don't have much money. I shouldn't go back for the Spring Festival, because the fare for going home during the Spring Festival is many times higher than usual. He gave me time to go back, and the fare was not expensive. Although the days of wandering abroad are very bitter and tiring, my health has been poor, and my weight has dropped to about 70 pounds, but the sincere care of my friends and the enthusiastic help of my colleagues have also made me feel the warmth of true feelings! Later, after my classmates and fellow villagers who worked in the same factory returned to their hometown, they couldn't help telling my father about my physical condition. My mother and other relatives also unanimously asked my father to let me go home and rest for a while before going out to work to earn money. After the Spring Festival, my father wrote several letters asking me to ask for leave and go back to rest, but because I was working outside and touched someone else's bowl, I was responsible. For an operator who has not been in the factory for a long time, it is a difficult and impossible expectation to ask for leave to go home. In addition, I went out to work for more than a year, and I didn't send much money home. I was a little afraid to face my father when I went back. Therefore, I can never go back. Good memories, I hope you can spend every day happily. 2006-6-1 815: 21(cold star in lonely night)1[advertisement]: These ordinary things in ordinary life ... These ordinary things in ordinary life actually contain such deep and true love.

Father loves like a song.

I am a bird, my father's love is the sky, and I fly under his care. I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I am immersed in the warmth of my father's love.

My father is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest father in the world.

I remember one winter, I wore a cotton-padded jacket to school, and I was shivering with cold. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. At this time, Wu Weiwei said: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling and holding a cotton-padded jacket in his hand, saying, "Come on, put it on." I put on a cotton-padded jacket, which is warm and warmer in my heart. Father said, "Be careful in the future." I smiled and nodded hard. When I got home, my mother heard that I wore less cotton-padded jacket at school and scolded me. Just about to hit me, my dad came over with a smile and said, "Children are not sensible, forget it." I looked gratefully at my father, who educated me with tolerance.

Another time, I made a mistake outside and lied to my mother. Mom's criticism made me blush, and I shed tears of regret. When my father saw it, he quickly dried my tears, made sense to me, and said to my mother, "Beating and scolding children is not the best way of education, so be reasonable to them." After all, I am still a child. "Dad told me a lot of truth and persuaded me to admit my mistake.

I grew up day by day and learned to be grateful to my parents. I will pass a cup of hot tea when my parents are tired; After dinner, mom and dad have a rest, and I'll wash the dishes.

I have a good father who taught me what love is. I grew up in love, and there is a lamp of gratitude in my heart to illuminate my life!

The process is better than the ending.

By working hard to realize your dreams, the ending is of course beautiful. Many people will be immersed in this beauty, so they often ignore another better thing, that is, the process of trying to realize their dreams. Actually, this process is the most beautiful. (Getting into the questions at the beginning is faster)

When the thick darkness enveloped the earth, the first light bulb lit up the whole world like the morning star. But all we see is a simple light bulb. Indeed, Edison was also very happy that he could bring light to mankind. I believe what makes him feel better is the complexity and arduousness in the process of inventing the light bulb. With his wisdom and strength, he knocked on the door of knowledge and climbed the peak of science step by step ... I believe this process will make Edison more intoxicated!

Indeed, many people have made great efforts to realize their dreams. When dreams come true, people can really be immersed in happiness. But as long as we look back and take a look at every footprint and sweat on the road to realizing our dreams, you will find that it is these footprints and sweat that moisten the opening of the flower of dreams. You will feel how meaningful and fulfilling this process is!

Chen Jingrun, a famous mathematician in China, keeps climbing the peak of science. When he took off Goldbach's conjecture, the jewel in the crown of mathematics, I think what made him feel better was that he wandered around the kingdom of mathematics day and night and devoted himself to studying the process of mathematics, because he could swim in his favorite subject field and bloom the flowers of his dreams with smart wisdom and hard sweat!

In fact, the realization of dreams brings us only a moment of happiness, and the process of realizing dreams is even more unforgettable-ups and downs.

In daily life, there are also many people around us who only pursue the ending and don't pay attention to the process. Just like in learning, some students only pay attention to their grades, but don't appreciate the sweat process of getting good grades at all, or hope to get something for nothing, or indulge in happiness, and most of them end in failure. Therefore, the ending is not the most beautiful, but the process of striving to realize your dreams is the most beautiful.

Although the process of trying to realize our dreams is arduous, even painful, there is also great happiness in the pain, because it allows us to give full play to our intelligence and wisdom in the painful training and fully reflect our greatest value ... (Case analysis)

Therefore, the process is better than the ending, and the process of striving to realize your dreams is the most beautiful! (last point)

My junior high school life

When I first entered junior high school, I was not used to it. Usually at home, my parents help us do some trivial things, such as washing clothes and washing dishes, and even my mother wakes me up. But now I have to learn to do so many things at once, and I'm really frozen.

I remember the first time I went to school, and I had to train for a few days. At that time, we thought that military training would be over in one day, but it was not. In military training, the requirements are very strict. If you stand at attention, your body must be straight, straight, unable to move or sway. When I was around, I was sweating because of my lack of willpower, so I wiped it with my hands and scratched it when it itched. The officer who teaches our class always cries, "Don't move, don't shake." I didn't know it was me! But I'm thinking to myself, it won't work. We must find a way. Finally, I thought of a situation that could restrain this behavior. Whenever I want to move, I remind myself, "Don't move. If you can't even do such a simple action, how can your ideal be realized? " It really worked. You know, I want to realize my ideal anyway. How can I give up here? I will definitely stick to it.

In this way, this hard military training life has passed. There is another episode: this military training is raining! "

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