It has been many years since I left the army, and my white hair has already dyed my temples. However, my heart still occasionally stirs up that memory. Not long ago, I returned to my old house to live in. In my spare time, I packed up the items on the bookshelf, opened a few thick books, and a few envelopes drifted down from the bookshelf. I slowly bent down to pick it up and carefully opened the fragile envelope. On the yellowed paper, several clear lines of ink in small characters caught my eye, and it turned out to be the letters I sent home from the beginning of my military career, which my family had been collecting. Holding those letters in my hand, I stood by the bookshelf, still and focused, my fingertips slowly sliding on the pages, and the most exhilarating days of my life flowed out of it, as if right beside me. I was conscripted from my hometown in the late 1960s. The train transporting new soldiers arrived at Lushun Railway Station in the middle of the night. Drowsy eyed recruits switched to open-top trucks and drove towards the foot of the Golden Mountain on the left side of the Lushun Pass in the snow. After about ten minutes, they arrived at the camp. The truck stopped at the side of the road, and the recruits jumped out in turn, and saw the completely unfamiliar Xintiandi. There was no wind, and snow drifted silently in the sky. Snowflakes were like popcorn in a wok, spreading all over the place. When they landed on their hats and shoulders, they lay motionless and quickly covered themselves with a thick layer of snow felt. As long as the feet don't move, the snow will lose its upper. Inadvertently, the heavy snow smoothed everything on the ground, and heaven and earth became one. The high streetlights on the roadside emitted a cotton oil lamp like light, and the snowflakes, like weaving shuttles, swiftly passed through the light. Three to fifty meters away from the roadside, there is an existing earthen slope that leads directly to the campsite. At this moment, it turned into a snowy mountain blocking in front of it. The campsite above resounded with gongs and drums, and there were waves of slogans saying "Welcome new comrades". However, the welcoming crowd could not be clearly seen in the heavy snow. The new soldiers were already fully dressed in winter clothes, covering their entire bodies, but soon froze through, their eyebrows, eyelashes froze, and their breath froze at the collar. The receiving cadre took the lead in climbing up the ramp, stepping down with one foot, without any knees, then taking two more steps and rolling down, unable to stand still due to stepping on the hard ice that had not melted for a long time. So, a pick and shovel were thrown down from above, and the waist high snow was shoveled up and down, stacked on both sides to form a snow wall that was too high, revealing a bright and swaying ice slope in the middle. The new soldiers still couldn't climb this slippery ice slope, some fell down like a slide, and some were deeply trapped in the snow walls on both sides. Someone smashed the ice with a pickaxe, with each pick making a white mark. At this moment, a person with a Shandong accent shouted, "Cadre, veteran, come down!" Immediately on the ice slope, the people from top to bottom tightly pressed against the snow wall, holding hands and forming a chain of people. The new soldiers grabbed their arms and struggled to climb up the barracks, entering the warm and burning barracks. I ate dumplings filled with pork and cabbage that we had never eaten before, and then went to the bathroom to wash our hands. The thick cotton quilt on the indoor door was stuck with ice debris, and the double window glass was frosted, with no light visible inside or outside. The faucet protruding from the sink is dripping water, the water pipe is wrapped in cotton cloth, and the wall is marked with "Do not turn off the faucet tightly". I turned on the switch and reached out to touch the water flowing out. It was not water, it was clearly an ice skate. I almost peeled off the skin and shrank back in fear. I quickly returned to the warm Tongpu dormitory and crawled into the bed. In a moment, I heard crying next to me, and I also