Boundary Monuments to Guard the Territory

Twenty-year-old recruit Chen Ye bid farewell to his homeland and rushed to the extreme red soil of Daban. There is no gunfire and gunfire here, only snow-capped mountains and Gobi deserts, strong winds and yellow sand, and a never-ending silent game. When we first arrived at the post, the frozen soil hid traps, the wind and sand hid temptations, and the freezing rain hid the dangerous cliffs. After the heavy snow sealed the border, the patrol road was buried in white snow, and the boundary stakes stood in the wind and snow, and the spying in the dark never stopped. From ignorant and enthusiastic recruits, they have grown up through repeated border patrols, night sentries, lurking, and dangerous situations. He stepped on dangerous rocks, endured long nights, understood the weight of boundary markers, and learned to read the secret signals left by the land and wind and snow. There is no glory that attracts all the attention, only generations of border guards taking root in the desolate border. With flesh and blood as the boundary marker, and eyes as the line of defense, the country will not retreat even if the people are there. The land is covered with wind and snow, and the young men are already in formation. Behind the lights of thousands of homes, there are always people stationed at the farthest borders of the motherland.