After watching Task Force X 2, I couldn't help but recall a memorable American summer camp experience in my teenage years. I was fifteen years old that year. In a big mountain in America, I went to a summer camp. There is a huge temperature difference between day and night in the mountains. The whole camp wakes up at six o’clock, freezes into a dog, gathers at seven o’clock, starts to climb the mountain, ride horses, archery, stack Arhats, perform drama, sing, dance, swim and play games. What I saw, heard and felt all day, I can't sleep until twelve o'clock, and I freeze into a dog. One night we slept collectively, that is, sleeping in a sleeping bag in the open air, snoring in the big forest, or getting up at 6:00 in the morning, and I was so cold that my teeth shivered and I tied the sleeping bag. But I know that in two hours, I have to trek mountains and rivers under the scorching sun again. I couldn't eat it in those days. Every day, the bread was wrapped in sausage with sauce, different shapes of bread + one brand of sausage + three colors of sauce. It didn't look very clean, but it was much cleaner than the soles of vans I stepped on horse manure. . Day after day, the flowers of China and the rising sun, I myself are suffering from physical pain, and my chest is full of depression. I seriously suspect that my intestinal flora is not being treated well. At the same time, my friends in the United States are alive and kicking, really. The lively, my jacket, their vest shorts, my two-layer socks, their vest shorts, my long johns, their vest shorts. They also often cheered for the change from bread to taco, and I had trouble sleeping! Even at that time, I was at the peak of my physical fitness, that is, 50 crunches in one minute, immediately after 800 meters for 3 minutes and 20, and then 50 crunches in one minute, then a forty-five. The 200 meters in seconds could not stand the torture either. Why do you say so much? In other words, when I saw that Harley Quinn was hoisted up and electrocuted so many times that her mouth was full of blood, she could still do pull-ups while pinching a strong man with her thighs, and then kill her from the third floor to the first floor. I didn't leave the film, and I saw a little admiration in my heart, but I couldn't help but feel confused. After thinking about it, yes, she is an American, and confusion is no longer confusion, and she suddenly opened up.
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