At that time, I took a leave of absence from school and enlisted in the army, and I was in the prime of my youth and full of enthusiasm. On my first day of service, I met her, a female soldier from Tibet. Her name is Dolma, and her dark eyes and bright smile illuminate my world like sunshine.
On that day, we had a physical training session on the playground and I was placed at the back of the line because I was tall. Just when I was exhausted, I suddenly heard a crisp voice: "Comrade, come on!" When I looked up, it turned out to be Dolma. She was smiling at me, and at that moment, I felt a strength that I had never felt before.
However, life in the troops was not all smooth sailing. Once, when we were on a mission, we encountered a hostile force. The battle was extremely fierce, and my comrades around me fell one by one, and my palms were sweating with nervousness. Just then, Dolma stepped forward and used her skilled Tibetan fighting skills to repel her enemies. I was blown away by her heroic appearance.
After the mission, I approached Dolma and wanted to thank her. She smiled and said, "We are comrades-in-arms, and it is right to help each other." "Since then, we've become friends who talk about everything. She told me that she came from a small Tibetan mountain village in a remote area and had dreamed of contributing to the country since she was a child. I was infected by her strong belief and began to re-examine my original intention of joining the army.
However, fate played tricks. During one of the exercises, I was unfortunately injured and suffered a broken leg. The doctor told me that it might take a long time to recuperate. I fell into despair and felt like I could never stand up again. At this time, Dolma appeared in front of my hospital bed, and she encouraged me: "You must be strong, believe in yourself, and you will definitely be able to get back on your feet." ”
With Dolma's company and encouragement, I got through those difficult days. Gradually, my leg injury got better and I was back on the training ground. However, Dolma left me forever because of a mission.
It was a sunny day, and we received orders to rescue our Tibetan compatriots who had been kidnapped by hostile forces. Zhuoma took the initiative to ask Ying to serve as a spearhead. In the course of the operation, she died heroically to protect a little Tibetan girl.
I was devastated to hear the news. I am reminded of what Dolma once said to me: "We Tibetans value life more than anything else, but we know better that we can give everything without hesitation to protect our relatives, friends and compatriots." ”
Now, I've retired from the army and become an ordinary office worker. But Dolma's spirit has always influenced me and made me understand what true bravery and responsibility are. Whenever I think of her, I will tell myself to be like her, bravely face the challenges of life, and always maintain a heart that loves the motherland and the people.
Time flies, and that time has become a memory. But Dolma's smile will always remain in my heart. She changed my life and taught me the true meaning of life. And all of this will become the driving force for me to move forward and motivate me to keep moving forward.
The days passed quietly in the ordinary, and I was busy with the hustle and bustle of the city every day, as if I was drifting away from the days of the barracks. However, Dolma's figure is like a painting engraved in my heart, which will never fade. In the dead of night, I would always return to the familiar playground in my dreams and see her encouraging smile.
By chance, I learned that a Hope Primary School was being built in Dolma's hometown, and I decided to go there without hesitation. When I stepped onto the land she had described countless times, and looked at the innocent smiling faces of the children, I seemed to see the shadow of Dolma.
There, I met an old man named Tashi, who was Dolma's uncle. When he learned that I was Dolma's comrade-in-arms, a flash of relief flashed in his eyes. "Dolma always says that she has a special comrade-in-arms, and I believe it is you." Tashi's voice was hoarse, but powerful.
Tashi and I sat around the campfire and listened to him talk about Dolma's childhood. I told him that Dolma was the person I admired the most, and that her bravery and selflessness had always influenced me. Old Tashi was silent for a moment, then said, "Dolma is the pride of our clan, and we are all saddened by the news of her death. But her spirit will always inspire us. ”
Under the leadership of Tashi, I participated in the construction of Hope Primary School. Every day with children, teaching them to read and write, I feel like I have found the true meaning of life. The children here have an innocent heart, and their smiles remind me of Dolma.
One day, when I was teaching the children, I mentioned Dolma's name. A little boy named Gesang suddenly raised his hand and said, "Teacher, Sister Zhuoma once told me to be brave enough to pursue my dreams. When I heard this, my eyes couldn't help but moisten.
After class, I found Gesang and asked him, "Gesang, what is your dream?" He said without hesitation: "I want to be a soldier and contribute to the country like Sister Dolma." I held his little hand tightly and felt the power of inheritance.
On the day I left Dolma's hometown, I stood in front of her grave and silently promised: "Dolma, I will continue to pass on your spirit and let more people know your story." "At that moment, I seemed to see Dolma's smile, and she was silently cheering for me in heaven.
Back in the city, I am no longer an ordinary office worker. I started working in good causes, doing what I could to help those in need. Whenever I am tired, I think of Dolma's smile, which is what keeps me going.
Time is like a song, life is like a play. In this scene, I play the role of the inheritor of the spirit of Dolma. And her story has become deeply embedded in my life and inspires me to keep moving forward. In this world full of challenges and hopes, I will carry the spirit of Dolma and go forward bravely.
Life seems to be a constantly changing picture, and I continue my public welfare work in the torrent of the city. Whenever I encounter difficulties, I think of Dolma's smile, the encouragement that shines like the sun on the plateau.
One day, I received a letter from Dolma's hometown. The letter was sent by Tashi, an old man, who told me that the construction of Hope Primary School had been completed and that the children were happily learning. He also said that Gesang had excelled in military classes at school and had become a small "soldier."
I decided to go to Dolma's hometown again, to see the children, to see Gesang. When I arrived, I was greeted by cheers from the children, their smiling faces like blooming flowers, which warmed my heart.
Gesang ran over, took my hand, and said excitedly, "Teacher, when I grow up, I want to be like you and help others." I looked at his determined eyes and felt a surge of pride in my heart. The spirit of Dolma has taken root in the hearts of these children.
During that time, I lived with my children and studied together. I teach them knowledge, and they give it back to me with an innocent smile. Old man Tashi often sat on the sidelines and looked at us, his face full of relief in the wrinkles.
One evening, as the sun set on the playground, I sat alone, reminiscing about the time I spent with Dolma. Suddenly, the old man Tashi walked up to me and said softly, "Child, if Dolma had a spirit in heaven, he would be very happy to see you like this." ”
I raised my head, looked at the fiery sunset in the sky, and silently said to Dolma in my heart, "Have you seen it, Dolma?" Your dreams are continuing in these children. ”
On the day I was about to leave, it suddenly snowed heavily. The children reluctantly gathered around me and asked me when I would come back. I smiled and said to them, "As long as you remember Sister Dolma's words and pursue your dreams bravely, the teacher will definitely come to see you again." ”
On the way back to the city, I met a comrade-in-arms I hadn't seen in years. He told me that he was working on a project to help build Tibetan areas and that he wanted me to join. I didn't hesitate, I knew that this was another opportunity for Dolma to continue to carry on her spirit.
I joined this project and worked with my comrades-in-arms to contribute to the construction of Tibetan areas. Whenever I am tired, I think of Dolma's smile and the innocent smiling faces of those children, which is the motivation for me to keep moving forward.
Dolma, you may have turned into a star on the plateau, but your spirit is like the unquenchable fire, illuminating my life. On this road, I will continue to move forward, with your dreams, with the hopes of children, and go down bravely.
In the project to help build Tibetan areas, we face many challenges. The harsh climate of the plateau, the lack of materials, and all kinds of unknown difficulties are testing our will and perseverance. However, whenever I find it difficult to persevere, I think of Dolma's smile and the expectant eyes of those children, and it reinvigorates me.
During the project, I got to know a young Tibetan named Tenzin. He used to be a student at Hope Primary School, but now he has grown up and joined our construction team. He told me that he always remembered what I taught him and remembered the story of Dolma that I told. The respect in his eyes made me feel a great responsibility.
One day, we were building a new elementary school on the plateau when we were suddenly caught in a sudden snowstorm. Wind and snow were raging, temperatures plummeted, and our progress was severely affected. In such harsh conditions, all were exhausted and demoralized.
At this moment, Tenzin walked up to the team and said loudly: "Let us be like Sister Dolma, bravely face difficulties, for the future of the children, for our homeland!" His voice was firm and powerful, as if it pierced through the wind and snow, inspiring everyone.
Together, we overcame the storm and successfully completed the construction of the primary school. When the children happily learn in the new classroom, our hearts are filled with satisfaction and pride.
Towards the end of the project, I decided to go back to Dolma's hometown again to see the children. When I set foot on that land again, the children greeted me with cheers, their smiling faces still so innocent and so bright.
Gesang has grown a lot taller, and he told me that he is studying hard in the hope that in the future he will become a real soldier and serve the country and the people. I looked at his determined eyes, and my heart was full of anticipation.
On the day I left Dolma's hometown, I stood in front of her grave again and silently promised: "Dolma, your spirit will be passed on forever, and we will continue to work hard for the children's future and our homeland." ”
After returning to the city, I continued to devote myself to public welfare undertakings and continued to spread the story of Dolma. Whenever I was tired, I would think of Dolma's smile and the expectant eyes of those children, which reinvigorated me.
Time flies, and Dolma's spirit has been deeply integrated into my life. In this world full of challenges and hopes, I will go on bravely with Dolma's dreams and children's hopes. Because I know that only in this way can I truly inherit Dolma's spirit and let her story be passed on forever.