Damn, I finally got through the hard three years of high school. Before I felt comfortable, I was informed that I was going to military training. I think no one wants to go to military training. Even though I once hoped to join the army and had the dream of being a special forces soldier, I still have no interest in military training, an activity that is too formal and has no real meaning.
Reluctantly, the military training date arrived, and I sat on the school bus, holding my head up and looking at the hurried scenery outside the window in boredom. Little did I know that a different kind of life was quietly approaching me. Thinking about it now, I must have never imagined at that time that the habit of keeping a diary would make me so lucky in the future. I am lucky that I accidentally recorded everything I experienced when I was young.