清扫屋子,随手打开书厨,一沓信箴小山似的堆砌在眼前。这些信件都是从我入伍的第一天起,父亲写给我的。我情不自禁数了数,足有三百余封。昔日父亲的教诲和叮咛又历历在眼前呈现…… “儿,收到你的来信,得知你驻扎的部队在宁夏的一个小镇上,那里的气温零下20多度,虽然生活条件比家艰苦,这些苦累和不适应带给你的感受我也能理解也很心疼,但你因环境差训练苦想逃跑回家,实不应该。尽管你穿上了军装,但还未成为真 Sweeping the house, readily open the book kitchen, a pile of believers hills piled up in front of. These letters are from my first day enlisted, my father wrote to me. I can not help counting the number of full three hundred letters. My father’s teachings and exhortations are vividly presented in front of my eyes ... ”I received your letter and learned that the troops you stationed in a small town in Ningxia, where the temperature was minus 20 degrees, although the living conditions than the home Hard, these are tired and not suited to bring you the feeling I can understand and very distressed, but because of your poor environment training hard to escape home, it should not .Although you put on uniform, but has not become true