On the eve of August 1 this year, a friend engaged in jade carving invited me to tell his employees and children stories about soldiers and their families as a "soldier mother". During the exchange, my friend's daughter told me that her college entrance examination volunteer had been approved in advance by the military and police. She made this choice initially because she felt comfortable in military uniform. Another young man who just joined the army told me that although he admired the soldiers, he did not know much about their life. I told these children: "It's really spiritual to wear military uniforms. At the same time, choosing military uniforms means choosing responsibility and responsibility." Then, I told them the story of my own experience. One afternoon a few years ago, I went to Guangzhou Railway Station to meet my friends. Just as I took my friend's luggage from the bustling crowd and turned around, I inadvertently saw my son's tall and handsome figure. At that time, I put down my luggage and rubbed my eyes vigorously for fear that my old eyes might be confused. Yes, my son is standing in front of me about 50 meters away. He stood tall and straight in the crowd in a camouflage suit. On his left and right sides stood two soldiers in camouflage uniforms, each facing directly in front of himself, holding the station receiving sign in both hands. I didn't have time to pay attention to the contents of the reception board they were holding, and I only saw my son's tall and straight posture. At the moment when I stopped to stare, my friend also found my son in my eyes. So she shouted out my son's nickname. When the son heard the shout, he looked at us. Just then, a dozen young people with camouflage bags arrived one after another and gathered together. My son, like a parent, kept telling the young people he had just received something, and then he gave orders and led the soldiers to the parking lot. After running a few steps, I stopped at the same place and looked ahead. I know my son's mission and my identity. I used to be a military sister-in-law, but now I'm a military mother. Although it is rare to encounter my son at the station, I can't rush to disturb his work. I expected my son would come to say hello to me when he finished his work. Unexpectedly, he said, "Turn back and march!" They shouted loudly and walked firmly. When he was about to walk to the parking lot, his son suddenly turned to salute us. After the ceremony, instead of letting down his right arm naturally, he waved to me forcefully, then turned around and disappeared at the corner of the parking lot. At that moment, my heart was full of frustrations, grievances and heartaches, but I was afraid my son was more entangled than me. I really want to know how much yearning was contained and how much pride was raised in his turn and wave. Just then, my son sent a WeChat message: "Mom, I'm sorry, I have to bring the soldiers back on time to sign in, so I can't delay. Thank the leader for arranging this field task, so we can meet in such a big station by chance. Today is really a big profit!" Tears stirred by my son's WeChat, still blurred my eyes. The son before joining the army is far from mature. At that time, whenever he encountered something that could not be achieved, he could not help complaining. Now, he can