1 赵兰老人轻轻拉开厚重的窗帘,曙色如金,泻满卧室。她拄着随身多年的酱红色竹杖,由疗养院1号楼缓缓出门。此时还是早上5点,但杭州西郊的五云山已是百鸟争晨,苍翠可辨。赵兰捡的那条瘦瘦的鹅卵石道,在肥腻的绿色中,像是叶片上的茎络,顽强的向山上伸去。这位88岁的老人,65年前似乎也是沿着这样一条石道,在血雨腥风中,一路冲杀着跃进宽阔与光明。而今虽已是迟暮之年,但每及忆起峥嵘岁月,仍是激动不已。 1 Zhao Lan old man gently pull heavy curtains, such as gold, diarrhea full bedroom. She leaned on the red-colored bamboo stick that she had been accompanying for many years and slowly went out from the nursing home in Building 1. At this point or 5:00 in the morning, but the western suburbs of Hangzhou Five Yunshan is a bird fight morning, green and discernible. Zhao Lan picked up the thin, cobblestone road, in the fatty green, like the stems of the leaves on the leaves, tenacious stretch to the mountains. The 88-year-old man, 65 years ago, seemed to follow such a path. In a bloody battle, the 88-year-old man burst into a broad and bright leap forward. Although it is already a year of twilight, it is still a great deal of excitement to remember the remarkable years.