When the first ray of sunshine of the new year falls on the land of China, the mountains and rivers turn another year old, and the world is filled with fireworks. At this moment, in the streets and alleys of our motherland, red lanterns are hung high, and the sound of joy rises and falls. When countless pedestrians rush towards excitement and reunion, on high mountains and islands, in the Gobi Desert... border soldiers are crossing mountains and rivers, guarding peace. Military artist Yan Su once said, "We also have 'wind, flowers, snow, and moon', but the wind is' iron horses, autumn wind ', the flowers are' battlefield yellow flowers', the snow is' night snow on buildings and ships', and the moon is' cold moon on the border '." Garrison at distant border checkpoints, border soldiers have their own' wind, flowers, snow, and moon '- in the wind, there are standing figures; Amidst the flowers, there is a fervent desire; In the snow, there is the friendship between the military and civilians; Under the moon, there is a voice of striving. On the occasion of the arrival of the Chinese New Year, let us once again focus our attention on those lesser known places thousands of miles away, feel the "wind, flowers, snow, and moon" of border guards, and appreciate their martial arts, pure hearts, and strong national conditions. Sentinels in the wind, in the Gobi Desert at night, the fierce wind raged, whipping the glass of the watchtower in waves. The wind seeped through the crack in the door and turned into a sharp whistle. Private Song Yuehua, who was standing guard at a certain air force station, shuddered. He took a deep breath, then tightened his waist and abdomen, and pulled up his already straight military posture. The stationed officers and soldiers have said: there is a wind every year, blowing from spring to winter. Song Yuehua still vividly remembers that two years ago, a military column carrying new recruits was heading west. He looked out the window at the decreasing amount of green and felt the air getting drier and drier. After arriving at a train station nearly a hundred kilometers away from the station, he and several comrades transferred to a car and bumped on the bumpy road. Song Yuehua, from the North China Plain, has never visited the desert. He lowered the car window to see the surroundings, but accidentally got blinded by the blowing yellow sand. The first time she stood guard, Song Yuehua specifically sensed the sandstorm here. Originally, the sky was clear for thousands of miles, but suddenly, the sky and earth turned yellow, and his nostrils were filled with the smell of sand and dust. Standing here for a long time, Song Yuehua gradually became aware of Feng's temperament. The spring breeze still has a chill, carrying the vitality that has been brewing for a long time; The autumn wind carries gravel, and the sound is like the deep breathing of the earth; The cold winter wind is like a knife, always keeping him awake when he is tired. The summer breeze, on the other hand, has the meaning of "two heavens of ice and fire" - during the day, the heat waves roll in, and after standing a whistle, training clothes can be twisted out of water; At night, a cool breeze blows by, taking away the heat of the day and calming the heart. Being exposed to the wind all year round, the sentinel's hearing becomes particularly sensitive. After years of standing firm in the Gobi Desert, Second Class Sergeant Zhao Yun was able to distinguish the footsteps of his comrades in the howling wind - the platoon leader walked steadily, the instructor walked lightly, and the veteran's footsteps were neither too fast nor too slow; On the eve of dawn, the sound of the patrol car engine starting could be heard from afar, and he knew that his comrades were about to embark on their journey. Private Wu Zhicheng had just stepped onto the post and had not yet practiced his sensitive hearing, but he had a serious spirit. At night, he stood guard and heard the movements around him. He repeatedly raised his flashlight to check the situation around him, and then breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it was just the wind. The veteran told him, "After listening to the wind for 1000 hours, you will grow a pair of sensitive ears." The wind "carves" these young sentinels day after day. Private Guan Rui grew up in a water town in Anhui Province since childhood. When he first arrived in the Gobi Desert, he found it difficult to adapt to the dry climate. Despite constantly drinking water, he always felt thirsty and unbearable. The most headache inducing thing for him is sandstorms. Sometimes when he wakes up in the morning, he finds a thin layer of fine sand floating on his pillow and blanket. Later, Guan Rui not only got used to the sandstorms here, but also recorded many interesting stories in his diary: "The first time I ran 3000 meters, I tried my best to stay ahead. Later, my physical strength couldn't keep up, so I started panting heavily and ended up eating a mouthful of sand and dust..." After serving for more than a year, Guan Rui's originally smooth hands were covered with fine cracks, his smooth face was rough from the wind, and fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes due to years of squinting and staring. During a video call with a classmate who was studying, the other person blurted out, "Why have you suddenly become weathered?" Guan Rui smiled foolishly and did not respond. However, in his heart, there was a poetic answer: these changes on his face were the unique annual rings that the young saplings chose to root and settle in another piece of soil, thus giving birth to. Last winter, a veteran who had served in the company for 12 years was discharged. When parting, he looked at the vast desert and said, "In the future, if you can't hear this familiar wind, you may not be able to sleep soundly at night." At the nearby post, the sentry was handing over. Another gust of wind blows from the depths of the Gobi, raising sand and dust, passing the sentry box, and brushing the dark rough faces... Enjoy the flowers together in the clouds. When camellia flowers in the sunshine room suddenly appear in bud, the Chagola outpost of the Xizang Military Region is boiling. You know, this is the only camellia in the outpost, "said the second level sergeant Xuesong, who was responsible for taking care of the flowers, plants, and greenery, excitedly. Chaguola, in Tibetan, means "a place where flowers bloom". This poetic name is full of the most beautiful hope in the hearts of the soldiers at the outpost. The Chaguola outpost is located at an altitude of 5318 meters. Here, soldiers and officers spread a popular rhyme: "Chaguola, Chaguola, reach out and grab the sky. The mountains are high and there is no grass, and the wind blows rocks." One after another, soldiers and officers share a common dream, to let flowers bloom on the top of the snow field and green take root in the "forbidden zone of life. A few years ago, the old sentry chief Xu Yuanyuan bought a pack of Gesang flower seeds from a nearby county and planted them. After a long period of time, the branches and leaves turned yellow; Before leaving the outpost, veteran Yan Honglin insisted on planting a red willow in front of the watchtower, hoping that a strong green would guard his "distant home" for him. However, in less than a year, the seedling withered. Last early spring, a condolence team from Yunnan went to the Chaguola outpost. Xia Yu, the "most beautiful retired soldier" in Yunnan Province who is engaged in flower cultivation, specially brought two cold resistant and drought resistant camellia saplings to everyone, hoping to add a touch of color to this place. The officers and soldiers placed the saplings in a sunroom with a relatively constant temperature. Xuesong has specially purchased a spray bottle that can accurately adjust the water output, and insists on replenishing water for camellia flowers in small amounts multiple times a day. He also often consults with Xia Yu, strictly fertilizing according to the ratio, and carefully caring for these hard won greens. That day, the cedar tree had a tolerance and had to go down the mountain for several days. He had already put on casual clothes and walked out of the camp, thinking about camellia in his heart. He turned around and turned back to the dormitory, repeatedly reminding his comrades to pay attention to watering timing and fertilization methods, and only set off after a long time. However, one of the saplings still couldn't survive on the cold plateau all year round. A few months later, only one camellia remained stubbornly standing. I didn't expect it to survive and even bear flower buds. ”Nowadays, this camellia has set the record for the longest survival time of a sentry green plant. Excited, the officers and soldiers of the outpost decided to have a video call to share this joy with more people. A few days later, a flower viewing event officially began on "Cloud". Nie'er Primary School in Yuxi City, Yunnan Province has been participating in joint construction activities with sentry officers and soldiers. On the screen, Yin Xiaohan, a fourth grade student at the school, widened her eyes and admired the scattered flower buds. Xuesong said happily, "Uncle always remembers our promise to you." Last year, a letter from Yin Xiaohan made Xuesong stare at it for a long time and feel uneasy. On the letter, the paintbrush painted a warm scene - soldiers playing and singing among the flowers at the Chagola outpost. Beside the picture, Yin Xiaohan wrote: "Uncle of the People's Liberation Army in Chaguola, the teacher often tells stories about the outpost. I heard that you are planting flowers, and we have agreed to make sure that Chaguola is' fully bloomed 'with flowers." "When the flowers bloom, let's line up again. ”At this moment, what appeared on the screen were veteran Wu Chenchen and his wife Wang Pingping from the Chaguola outpost. Looking at the budding camellia flowers, their eyes sparkled with light. Planting flowers, knowing flowers, and loving flowers, the two have always had a special title - "Flower Planting Couple". When serving at the outpost, Wu Chenchen and Wang Pingping, who were thousands of miles away, planted flowers together. In his spare time, Wu Chenchen always excitedly shares on the phone which seed has broken through the soil and which new leaf has bloomed on the dormitory balcony. Wang Pingping transformed into a "remote technical consultant", carefully observing the status of plants through videos, and providing his own planting suggestions after consulting information. The 'cloud based' flower viewing activity is still ongoing. Old sentry commander Xu Yuanyuan, old platoon leader Wu Zhen... familiar faces flashed across the screen one by one. Although they were not at the outpost, their gaze never left this snowy mountain. Everyone understands that what condenses in this flower bud is a dream that transcends time and space, condensed with countless perseverance and concern. They are quietly brewing the spring that belongs to Chagora. The Xinjiang Military Region's border defense company, located deep in the snow capped mountains at the southern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, is involved in a snow soccer match. Winter here comes early and goes late, and the company was shrouded in snow and wind for most of the year. For over 60 years, border guards and border guards have worked together to defend the border. In leisure time, people will use the idle grassland as a field, build a few stones as a goal, and have a football game. At the beginning of this year, the company held an annual recognition ceremony for border guards. As two generations of border guards, Kedermisi and Ababekel stood on the podium together to receive recognition. When Instructor Yang handed over the certificate of "Excellent Border Guard" and the self-made "Eagle" medal of the company to them, the whole audience burst into warm applause. After the commendation ceremony, Instructor Yang proposed, "It's rare for everyone to gather here. Let's have another snow soccer game and don't let this winter scenery down!" The cold wind wrapped in snowflakes made a noise for several days, and the dry yellow grass was covered with snow, making a creaking sound when stepping on it. At this moment, the grassland behind the company is filled with company officers and soldiers, border guards, and herdsmen who rushed to the scene upon hearing the news. A thrilling football match kicked off amidst everyone's cheers. Shoot, shoot! ”Not long after, the audience cheered in unison, and the atmosphere reached its climax. Ababekel maneuvered and headed straight towards the goal. I saw his big foot in front of the door, and the snow under his feet was kicked away. Goalkeeper and Private Lin Kaile immediately pounced on him, but the snow was slippery and he couldn't defend enough. He could only watch the football steadily enter the net. The herdsmen shouted in the loud Kyrgyz language, "A man like an eagle!" Lin Kaile got up and patted the snow on his body, giving a thumbs up to Ababekir not far away. He quickly returned to his position and entered the next round of fierce battle. Last year, we played over 20 ball games with the villagers. ”Coach Yang happily said, "Winning or losing is not the key. Holding a football match is to let the military and civilians feel the joy of running together and deepen their friendship." Growing up on the border, Ababekel is used to seeing snow capped mountains, as well as the figures of his father Kedelmisi and border guards patrolling against the wind and snow. Since the age of 8, he has been riding horses with his father and patrolling along the mountain ridges with his uncle from the People's Liberation Army. Being a soldier has also become Ababeker's most sincere dream in his heart. However, as he grew up, he applied to join the military several times, but unfortunately did not pass the physical examination and was not selected. For a period of time, he seemed to have lost his soul and often rode alone aimlessly. Until he saw the notice of recruiting border guards on the bulletin board in the village, Ababeker had an idea - to become a border guard. You will definitely realize your dream of guarding the border. "His decision was supported by his father. During the internship, Ababeker worked exceptionally hard, even on days with heavy snowfall, he never relaxed.