When I was a young girl, I had a special affection for soldiers. When I saw the heroic People's Liberation Army in military uniform on TV, I had endless daydreams: It's so glorious to be a soldier! Maybe it's something I'm born with, or maybe it's because of my parents' guidance. I've always had a man's fortitude and courage. I've always felt that I was born a boy! My father often said: Girl, you are just a soldier! When you are older, I will send you directly to the army! It was this sentence that caused me to have a lifelong entanglement with the military camp. Although, at that time, I could not really understand the meaning of "soldier", but I knew that I was walking towards him step by step. . . . .
Since then, I have fallen in love with words, life, walking and thinking, but I still love that distinctive olive green color. Then I started walking, on different streets, in different cars, in different cities. . . . . .