Fuping and I sat on the dirt platform beside the playground and looked at the school’s guard of honor slowly moving towards our direction. I envy everyone in the guard of honor. They must have made great strides in the drums and music!

The world of children is simple. My dream is not far away, but right in front of me. I hope to become a member of the school’s honor guard. I fantasize that one day I am marching in the honor guard. Even if I can’t beat the war drum, I will be fine if I play a waist drum!

The dream will finally come true one day. It is said that in order to promote the policy, the school will form a waist drum team. Most of the original drummers have graduated and left school, and now they need to add new members.

I stood in the queue, looking at the music teacher longingly, praying that his fingers would favor us.

"You! It's you! That little boy."

I was thinking, are you talking about me? A small boy, I meet these two conditions.

"Get out of the line quickly! Why are you stunned?" The music teacher was a little impatient.

I walked boldly to the front, and the music teacher drove me into another pile like I planned. I was very happy inside, and my dream last year was getting closer and closer to me.

The next day for extracurricular activities, we were called to the front of the historic middle classroom, and the music teacher stuffed a waist drum into my hand.

At that time, we were not as impetuous as we are now. We treated the tasks assigned by the school as the most important thing. No matter it is windy, rainy, or the fierce sun, our task of practicing waist drums has never stopped.

Dong is strong, Dong is strong, Dong is strong.

We remembered this formula and practiced it over and over again, and we had bubbles on our hands, but we were still persistent and didn't know what giving up is.

When I was about to become a qualified drummer, the teacher said that the click hand was not good and needed to select a good one. I was so lucky that I was selected by the teacher and became the click hand of the waist drum team. The one walking in the same row with me was a sweet girl, and I had forgotten who she was. I really shouldn't forget that former partner, maybe her smile was a little tired!

We followed the propaganda committee members to travel from village to alleys and spread the most cutting-edge call from the school to every village. We enjoyed this process very much, and we made our own feeling later.

With a lucky first time, the luck will naturally not be bad later.

The next year, I was selected by the trumpeter team and became a trumpeter. When I got that trumpeter, I condensed my excitement into a breath and blew it out. The trumpeter made a low airflow sound, and I was very depressed.

"Teacher, this rod is bad and it doesn't sound." I said to the teacher.

The teacher widened his eyes and said to me, "You blow, I'll see!"

I bulged my posture and blew out with all my strength, but the horn still didn't sound.

"I'll kick you!" the teacher jokingly scolded, and everyone burst into laughter.

"Then you still have to practice. You can do it if you don't practice it!" the teacher continued.

We stood in a row in the woods, facing the mountain with the trumpet at the mouth, and finally made a consistent sound. We practiced for a week with this simple tone.

In order to play a higher tone as soon as possible, we took the horn home and placed it in the most conspicuous place at home.

As soon as the next day, I stood on the sidelines with the trumpet and started practicing. The trumpet rang out loudly on the vast village. When I rang here, a classmate in the village echoed me from afar, and the trumpet sounded.

After hard practice, our horns became the most dazzling square of the guard of honor. On Children's Day, we put on new white shirts, blue pants, white sneakers, borrowed sunglasses, arranged neatly on the playground to accept inspections by teachers and classmates. That day, our parents also had to watch the program, which was more majestic for us.

The one walking in front was the commander of the trumpeter, holding the command javelin and walking up and down. Following the drums were war drums. The drums looked very big, and the people who played the drums seemed very powerful. Behind the drums was the Migu team, which was the team of girls. They were the most beautiful part of the entire square. Behind the drums was our trumpeter team, and our shape was far behind the other teams. Even if we didn't blow the trumpet, we had already won everyone's attention.

In the scorching sun, our clothes were soaked, but they could not change our love for this character. When we passed the reviewing stand, it was sacred and solemn, and the audience burst into warm applause. We picked up the horns in an orderly manner, and the loud tone fluttered in the air.

"Look, that's my balls!" A parent appeared on the sidelines and said excitedly to others.

We dare not look at anyone watching us because at this moment, everything is attracted by this role, and our task is to play this role perfectly.

A few years later, we went to junior high school. The guard of honor brought new players and we retired gloriously. Our story was left in the sunny days and will never be played again.

When we run around campus, we always think that one day we can run out of campus and go to a new environment.

The day came soon, and we got what we wanted and walked all over the world.

We are very busy every day and are busy for a better tomorrow. We rarely have time to sort out the past and recall the beauty of memories.

Perhaps, we will think of it in the lonely night. It is a pair of simple and longing eyes, and those eyes are full of imagination and expectation.

We laughed happily in the most beautiful time. The most beautiful girl in the class was so funny that she couldn't stop her from ear to ear because of her irregular movements. When we think of these, the corners of our mouths will slightly rise...

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