No formation drills today—the playground sprouted six different formations instead.

When the drillmaster blew that 'Dismissed!' whistle, the crowd on the playground did not scatter. Instead, they formed six different lineups of their own—no commands, not very tidy, even a bit noisy. But look closer: behind each formation lies the same thing—how to walk from 'me' into 'us'.

Tug-of-war, one rope: the two ends divide you and me, the middle decides victory or defeat—but what we truly want is for everyone to twist into a single rope.

Honor of Kings, two players: coordination matters even beyond the screen. Even a socially anxious 'strict father' can take the game to new heights.

The 'Huddle for Warmth' game, one bonfire: when people crowd together, it stops being cold. Even though whoever is singled out performs a talent, our principle is to let no one fall behind.

Badminton match, one net: the shuttlecock on two sides, the gaze in the middle. Competition is about the score, but what's compared is friendship.

The 'Snatch the Snacks' game, a gust of wind: the quick-handed get some, and the slow-handed get some too. The crisp rustle of wrappers rose and fell—it turns out that happiness never lines up in formation.

Movie time, one row of seats: only when the lights dimmed did we understand—between the daytime cheers and this moment of silence lies only the distance of a single film.

The camouflage uniforms will come off, the commands will be shouted to an end. But the look of these six formations this afternoon will probably be remembered for a long time.

The many faces of military training: play to the fullest, learn with substance, laugh with brightness.

Training has the rigor of training, and life has the sweetness of life. Over these two days of Maple Leaf military training, drill chants and cheerful laughter took turns on stage—play with abandon, learn with real grounding; that is the right way to live these camouflage-clad days.

Long ropes rose and fell, balloons floated up, and the blindfold challenge relied entirely on tacit understanding.

The little train led the way, with laughter following; where the games ended in delight, talents came along. One cue and one ball—leaning down means focus; a pinch and a shape—within the clay lies its own universe. True skill shows in the turning of bandages. Every first-aid drill is a solemn regard for life.

With the starlight as the curtain and the playground as the stage, senior students and freshmen took turns at the mic; the dean's joining made the applause louder, and the impromptu appearance of foreign friends added a touch of all-embracing romance.

With the starlight as the curtain and the playground as the stage, senior students and freshmen took turns at the mic; the dean's joining made the applause louder, and the impromptu appearance of foreign friends added a touch of all-embracing romance.

The publicity officers' lenses were never absent. A glance back during a training break, a trace of a smile, frozen into the warmest footnote of these camouflage-clad days—the finest look of military bearing is the brightness that comes from within.

Discipline to train the body, joy to nourish the heart, learning to clarify the aspiration, mountains and seas to embolden the spirit. These camouflage-clad days are being lived by the students into a scorching and bright youth.