dream

The gunshots sounded! I woke up from my dreams. I saw four young people who were as big as me fell from me, because the enemy's missile units would attack our highlands at any time. At the time of retreat, the superior ordered us to execute all the enemies. Although this does not conform to international law, it is a last resort in the current situation. I am 27 years old this year.

Time returned to 2019, I was admitted to the ideal high school in my heart, I can not restrain my joy on the campus, enjoy the sunshine in that pleasant. A bad news came: North Korea finally fired its first nuclear bullet, and the war broke out. I was 18 years old that year.

The dark clouds of war are pressing hard, prices are soaring, and the domestic oil is used up in less than three days. It is difficult to see the vehicles on the streets. The life in high school is like a mission. All expenses are exempted. I don't want to know. What happens outside, but I don’t know, every day, military personnel give us professional courses. I was 20 years old that year.

Graduating from the "campus", this is an important turning point in life, just like the "concentration camp". The changes in the outside world are too great. Some of our classmates were elected to join the army and participated in this war. They still insist on their "study." Every corner of the road in my hometown is covered with dust, like dust and dust. The bookmakers in the fields have long since been abandoned. Our family members work in militarized factories every day, and the houses among the residents are already collective dormitory. I didn't find a loved one there. I was 22 years old that year.

This is my first time on the battlefield. The instructor told us not to be too close to the tank, so as not to attract us when the tank is attacked. Tension has penetrated into the face from the heart, and the veterans around him smiled and said that he initially entered the battlefield like me. I don't know where the battlefield is, but it is definitely in the country, because there are Chinese characters on the books and traffic signs scattered on the roadside. I was 24 years old that year.

In order to cope with the advancement of the troops, the investigation team of the two-person team lurked in front of the troops. In the jungle, there is a breath of death everywhere, and finally I saw a family with a hostile armed man and a woman. After reporting the information to the headquarters, when it was ready to evacuate, it took only a few seconds for the girl to scream and the enemy armed men to rush out to death. Then we gave the girl to the woman. From the crying of the woman, I realized that my hands were covered with the blood of war. From the photos on the wall, we can see the happiness and happiness of this family without war. When I left, the woman held my legs tightly, out of self-defense, and the bullet was in the middle of my eyebrows - falling down. Although my gunshots are weak because of the silencer, it can't cut my crimes. We took the girl to the headquarters and then sent her "go home" through diplomacy. She is just alive and not, she should not be a victim of war. That year is 26 years old.

With the end of the gunshots, the smoke came out of the muzzle, and I used a second of time to recall my life, like death. I just want to take off my military uniform and enjoy peace with my family. This dream is so far away, this dream ends with the sound of gunshots, and can only be reminiscent of smoke. I am 27 years old this year.

Junior High School, Ninghai Middle School, Haizhou District, Lianyungang, Jiangsu: I am not a small fresh