“振!兴!中!华!”我的耳边响彻着军训队伍中每个人的竭力大吼,我感觉有汗珠大颗大颗地从我的发间滑过额头落在睫毛上,好像泪水。是的,此时的我着实有落泪的冲动。不是为军姿久站后膝关节的酸痛,不是为满身汗水却不能擦拭的不适,而是为这数百华附学子整齐而坚定的一声“振!兴!中!华!”。过往的种种纷至沓来,那个时不时嫌弃国人种种低素质表现的自己,那个偶尔带着讽刺说出“这很中国人”的 “Zhen! Xing! In!!” My ears ringing everyone in the military training team screaming, I feel a big sweat from my hair sliding over my forehead falls on the eyelashes On, like tears. Yes, this time I really have the urge to cry. Not for the military position after a long time standing knee pain, not sweat covered with sweat but can not wipe the discomfort, but for the hundreds of hundreds of Chinese students attached to the neat and firm sound, “Zhen! Xing! China!”. The past all sorts of after another, from time to time that people dislike the various low-quality performance of their own people, that with occasional ironic “This is Chinese”