阳光有些刺眼,来自地中海的风习习地吹在脸上,吹拂在刚刚露出帽檐的短发上,在匈牙利这个陌生的国度,夹杂在各种语言的交汇中,李诗佳觉得一切都离自己很远,正在用力持枪的手有些酸麻,但是她还是要用力地握住。没有紧张,也没有惧怕,但她还是感到只有狙击枪才是她支撑与依靠。两年多以来,那支枪已经成为她身体的一部分,似乎变得须臾不可分割。在风里,在雨里,在泥泞中,在烈日下,在因为空旷而显得孤寂的靶场上,日日夜夜在枪的声音中流淌。如花岁月被坚硬的钢铁挤满,满地弹壳像是簇拥的鲜花,金灿灿地烘托出她追逐的梦境。当穿过那些跋涉的路,她在一轮又一轮的 Some dazzling sunshine, wind blowing from the Mediterranean to his face, blowing in the brimmed hair has just appeared on the short hair, in this strange country of Hungary, mixed in all kinds of language in the intersection, Li Shijia feel everything is far away from myself, is Slightly guilty of holding a gun, but she still hard to hold. No tension, no fear, but she still felt that only a sniper rifle is her support and rely on. For more than two years that gun had become part of her body and seemed to become indispensable. Day and night in the wind, in the rain, in the mud, under the scorching sun, in the empty and solitary range, day and night flowing in the gunshots. As time goes by hard steel packed full of shells like shells surrounded by flowers, golden to highlight the chase her dream. When passing those trekking roads, she is round after round of