Ya Kun night reading 丨 "Soldier Life" often has a grateful heart (with sound)

Maybe a small thing is enough to affect your whole life. Whenever I think of the care and help given to me by the captain of the recruit squad Song Bing, I feel a little touched from the bottom of my heart.

Soon after arriving in the army, because I often wrote some small articles, and occasionally published a few in the small newspaper of the army's "Barracks Life", The Song squad leader looked up to me, and whenever there was a business trip, he often sent others. I was also happy, drawing a few strokes from time to time, and when I came back from work, the squad leader looked at it very carefully.

One day, Captain Song suddenly had a whim and encouraged me: "You send it to the newspaper to try, maybe you can really publish a few articles." So, the squad leader and I picked out a few pieces from a large stack of manuscripts, transcribed them, and the next day, the squad leader helped me send them away, ten days, half a month passed, still like a yellow crane.

Although the squad leader turned the newspaper over and over again every day and did not find the manuscript I wrote, he still confidently encouraged me: "Keep writing and keep voting. ”

To this end, The Song class leader, whose family was not rich in the first place, replaced the original "Cloud Gate" of 2 cents and 51 boxes with a "bumper harvest" of 1 dime, and the money saved bought me a stack of manuscript paper, a stack of envelopes and stamps. In order to prevent me from slacking off, he wrote the words received by so-and-so newspaper on the envelope in a dignified manner, and said that after writing these manuscript papers and using these envelopes, he would definitely be able to publish them.

The squad leader is not an editor, the manuscript paper is finished, the envelope is used up, and the manuscript is not on board. At the time, I really wanted to stop doing it. The squad leader ran to the nearby Xinhua Bookstore to buy me a stack of news books, and naturally, a stack of manuscript paper and a stack of envelopes. The squad leader said, "Be a cultural person!" Write it again, sure. It was only later that the squad leader's "bumper harvest" was replaced by his own rolled "trumpet tube."

In the face of the class leader's hopes, I was really speechless, only buried in the hard work...

Finally, the first manuscript was reported when the squad leader solemnly sent away the sixty-eighth manuscript.

That day, the squad leader took the newspaper and read it over and over again no less than ten times. In the evening, when the class meeting was held, the class leader recited the manuscript of only 100 words word by word.

Listening to it, my eyes not only overflowed with tears.

It can be said that I can have today, and I can still insist on writing some insignificant words, thanks to the class leader. The words of the squad leader are like bright candlelight that illuminates my way forward.

I often think that if each of us can be like Captain Song, when others are not going well, we can also give a deep concern and sincere comfort, even if it is a few heart-warming words, so how beautiful our lives should be!