a letter to the uncle of the border guard

Dear border guards, uncles:

How are you doing lately?

I am a primary school student from the 4th grade of the first national small school in Bole City, Xinjiang. My name is Dou Jiaqi.

Dear border guards, are you late? In the most remote places in the motherland, you work in the most difficult way. You work on the mountain with extremely high altitude and thin air. If you have no water, you should eat snow. You are still working seriously. Why? What? I think it is the idea of ​​protecting the motherland that makes me feel like this pride and let myself persist.

You are alone in a small island in the sea, looking at the sea every day, looking at the moon every day, thinking of a poem in ancient times. The moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Looking up at the moon, looking down at hometown. But you have not given up trying to protect the motherland and make the motherland proud of you.

I wish the border guards uncles good health, happy life, and smooth work!

Sincerely

salute

The first grade of the first country in Bole City, Xinjiang: Dou Jiaqi