Count the time quietly, but the mottled years have accompanied me through more than 20 years. Looking back, you, who accompanied me to joke about my years, had already lost your sight. Alone in the colorful years of silence, blue sky, white clouds, and the silent youth after the breeze passed. I stood there, forgetting to speak, time and direction, but the purest dream ever remained in my heart, the purest dream about the national flag. Now I occasionally go back to see the place that carries our dreams. Standing in Mingde square under the night, looking around was still so familiar. The unshakable bell tower of the four religions after the wind and rain; The straight and firm fir standing on both sides of the road; The red brick tower which has gone through the baptism of time and never changed its will; The old library accompanying us every morning and sunset; the flagpole which gazed at it for countless times and the flagpole which did not know how much sweat flowed. Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, people passing by please stop and see the scenery here. Look at the group of people guarding Mingde square, no matter the wind blows or the rain blows, there will always be a group of people sticking to their posts at that specific time and place, train in Mingde square, spread your youth in Mingde square, and guard the tomorrow of the national flag guard in Mingde square. A trace of memory crossed the boundary of time, crossed the thousands of mountains and rivers, and the warmth and coldness of the world stayed quietly in the first beauty of life. I am very happy to keep your beauty in the most beautiful years of life, the belief of guarding the national flag guard of Xihua University with you in Mingde square. The purest dream in memory, the purest miss. I miss the first application filled with lofty sentiments, the first scolding of the monitor of Mingde square, the first happy smiling face passing the examination, the first excited mood of wearing military uniforms, and the first time I raised the national flag by myself, as well as physical training once sweating like rain. Facing the mist in the morning, wake up the sleeping dawn. Raising the national flag also raises the hope of a day. But this ordinary flag-raising ceremony is not so simple. Training Day after day, for the uniformity of the movement, for the sacred national flag in my heart, for the honor of the national flag guard of Xihua University, and for the fertile soil for raising the national flag guard, and the indelible faith. Now we have already gone far away, but we still miss it occasionally. When we passed down the responsibility of guarding the national flag by ourselves, I knew it was over, but now I still miss it so much. I don’t know if this is just an illusion in my heart! I don’t know whether the fiery heart is still burning, and whether the oath of guarding the national flag is still engraved in my mind. I should have thought that when I set foot on the fertile soil of Mingde square again, when I saw new faces still sticking to the belief of ancestors, I should have known. This faith, responsibility and honor belonging to us have long been engraved in our hearts, and will not fade its color with the years. It is still deeply engraved in our hearts, because our hearts are always here, I have been guarding the belief of the national flag guard of Xihua University all the time. With my fiery youth, I wrote the praise of the national flag and used my passionate life to defend the dignity of the national flag. Although the years are easy to die, the fiery heart will not change its appearance in the long river of time, and will become more and more hot and clear.

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