The lowest temperature in winter in Altay can reach -58 ℃, known as China's' second coldest pole ', "I described this land on the podium a year ago. Underneath the stage, there are pairs of focused eyes. Now, I have gone from being a storyteller to a person in the story. At the beginning of the battle, the cold wind was as sharp as a knife. Previously, it was about 'watching others hold on', but now it's about 'holding on' oneself. The first time leading a team to conduct field communication support training, the temperature dropped sharply to over minus 40 degrees Celsius. In less than half an hour, severe headaches, numb limbs, and prickly ear pain hit in waves, and every breath was like swallowing ice. As a platoon leader, with the trusted gaze of the soldiers behind me, I can only stand tall. Just as I gritted my teeth and persisted, a class monitor quietly approached, his hat brim and neck covered in ice crystals and icicles, making it almost impossible to recognize his face. He whispered, "Platoon leader, it's normal to feel uncomfortable during the winter here. It's really cold, just jump, smile, rub your hands, and touch your ears, and warmth will come." Looking at the sincere smiles of my comrades in the wind and snow, I felt the chill in my chest quietly dissipate. I used to think that guarding the border meant riding horses and patrolling the snow, but when I truly rooted myself here, I realized that technical support is equally crucial. Faced with unfamiliar communication devices and complex circuit diagrams, my former theoretical backbone has become a technical newcomer. The old class leaders taught the essentials of wiring, frequency modulation, and troubleshooting without reservation. Their calloused hands silently spoke of hardships. I asked, "How many times do I have to practice this cocoon?" The veteran smiled calmly and said, "Hundreds or even thousands of times. When the task comes, there is no room for hesitation, it must be fast, accurate, and stable!" They have been studying communication technology for more than ten years and have already mastered it. They can operate it accurately even with their eyes closed, but they still strive for more efficient networking methods. Technology is changing, tasks are changing, we cannot just sleep on our existing skills. "The simple words convey a burning sense of ambition. Late at night, I was organizing equipment logs in the computer room when a knock sounded on the door. A soldier brought a bowl of freshly cooked hot ginger tea and said, "Platoon, drive away the cold!" He picked up the tea bowl, and the rising heat instantly blurred my vision. At this moment, I deeply realize that the narration on the stage was ultimately too weak. The 'warmth' of Altay is not just a scale on a thermometer - it is condensed in a reminder in the wind and snow, engraved in the thick cocoon of the old squad leader's hand, rising from a bowl of hot ginger tea, and deeply rooted in the passionate dedication and unremitting pursuit of duty and mission of these officers and soldiers. This warm current originating from the depths of the soul is enough to withstand the harsh cold of the world. (Looking into the New Era)