Our village is called Gezhuang, with barracks and shooting ranges. The sound of getting up every morning and the slogan of soldiers during the exercise are all the sounds that remind me to get up. When I have time, I will go to the barracks to run and exercise with them. We will do whatever they do. Sometimes they go to the shooting range to shoot targets, and then the falling bullet casings become our toys. Brother Bing often goes to our village to help us draw water and sweep the floor.