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In early spring, Daxinganling is still a world of snow. Fur coats, cotton hats, and big-toe shoes prevent you from feeling the breath of spring. Now, I have become a cadre of the regiment political organ. The so-called regiment offices are nothing more than a few rows of bungalows built at the foot of the mountain. The bungalow of the regiment political office is next to the bungalow of the regiment leader, which makes it a bit special in the regiment. In the early morning, I had just finished my morning exercises and learned that Political Commissar Hu was looking for me. I washed my face in a hurry and ran all the way to Political Commissar Hu's office. The door was open. At this time, Political Commissar Hu was sitting behind his desk, and a strong smell of cigarettes floated from time to time in the room. I knocked on the door: "Report!" "Ah, Luo Gang, come in quickly." Political Commissar Hu put down the red-gloved "Liberation Army Daily" in his hand, stood up and smiled: "The response is pretty quick!"
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