军人是个神圣的字眼，军人穿着绿色的迷彩服，神气十足。我多么希望能体验军人的生活啊！
The soldier is a sacred word. The soldier is wearing a green camouflage suit and is full of spirit. How I wish I could experience the life of a soldier!
去年的五，一节，我参加了由少年先锋报组办的第十三届山地童子军。来到集合地点，我们的“猴子”营长给我们这群兴奋的童子军发了一套小迷彩服。我们迫不及待的穿上，个个神气极了。！“大象”团长告诉我们的营地。把我们分成了几个连，我被分到一连五班。
Last year's May 1st Festival, I participated in the 13th mountain Boy Scout organized by the youth pioneer. When we arrived at the assembly site, our "monkey" battalion commander gave our excited scouts a set of camouflage clothes. We can't wait to put them on. They are all in great spirits.! The elephant commander told us about the camp. We were divided into several companies. I was divided into five classes.
我们连在连长的带领下整装带发。在地图的指引下，我们整整用去了七个小时的时间，千心万苦才到达了营地，当兵真辛苦呀！到了目的地，我们全都向一个个泄气的皮球，倒在地上。出发前的豪情荡然无存，肚子还在咕咕的响。集合的口哨响了，我们极不情愿的爬起来，满以为团长要给我们一顿美味的午餐，可团长只让我们自己想办法，山里除了野果，什么也没有。在家里还挑食的我们，现在是多么的怀念妈妈做的饭菜。为了下面的生活，我们只能吃一些野果，终于把吃的问题解决了。下面就要解决住的问题。
Under the leadership of the company commander, we have to pack and hair. Under the guidance of the map, it took us seven hours to reach the camp. It's hard to be a soldier! When we got to the destination, we all fell to the ground to the frustrated balls. The pride before departure was gone, and the stomach was still rumbling. The whistle of the gathering went off, and we reluctantly got up. We were full of the idea that the leader would give us a delicious lunch, but the leader only let us find our own way. There was nothing in the mountain except wild fruit. We are also picky at home. Now we miss our mother's cooking. For the following life, we can only eat some wild fruits, and finally solve the problem of eating. Next, we need to solve the problem of housing.
我们在山上找了一块平地，在连长的指导下自己动手搭建帐篷。在大家的努力下，十几个帐篷整整齐齐搭好了。在森林里就象一排蘑菇。我们象猴子一样在帐篷里翻滚，快活极了。当我们还沉浸在快乐中，演习开始了，好象真的打仗一样，枪里的子弹是有颜色的水气球，打着谁，谁就退出，我们这群小童子军，由于没有防备，被团长的偷袭，几乎全军覆灭，晚上，我们在我们的帐篷了总结一天的生活，写下我们的随军日记，夜深了，我们伴着月亮，星星，蛐蛐，甜甜的睡了。
We found a flat on the mountain and built our own tent under the guidance of the company commander. Thanks to our efforts, a dozen tents have been set up. It's like a row of mushrooms in the forest. We were as happy as monkeys in the tent. When we were still immersed in happiness, the drill began, like a real war. The bullets in the gun were colored water balloons. Whoever was fighting, they would quit. Our little boy scouts were attacked by the leader because they were unprepared, and almost all of them were destroyed. At night, we summarized our life in our tent, wrote down our army diary, and we were with each other at night With the moon, stars, crickets, sweet sleep.
